After hearing what Xian'er said, Han Feng couldn't help but be surprised. What could be so special about a group of low-level "iron-eating beasts"?
However, out of trust in Xian'er, Han Feng still approached the large iron cage containing more than a dozen iron-eating beasts.
Seeing customers coming to the door, the stall owner, who had received nothing today and was about to close, suddenly had a smile on his face.
"Oh... this Taoist has a friendly eye. My iron-eating beasts are all "hole diggers" who are one of the best in a hundred. The caves they excavated are spacious and bright. The most important thing is that they are not expensive..."
Han Feng ignored the shop owner's jingle-like hawking. At this time, he had already walked to the iron cage, squatted down and carefully looked at the group of iron-eating beasts writhing around in the cage, which were extremely active.
After observing for a while, Han Feng's eyes locked on the iron-eating beast in the corner of the iron cage.
Different from the active and active appearance of other iron-eating beasts, this iron-eating beast is huddled in the corner listlessly.
Its size is far smaller than that of its kind. It looks like a little black dog that was just born. Not to mention the sparse hair on its body, it is gray and covered with dust. From time to time, it will be eaten by food in the iron cage. The iron beast stepped on it a few times, but it remained silent.
When Han Feng lowered his head to look at the little iron-eating beast, the little guy was also looking up at him.
Although this little iron-eating beast looked very weak, its eyes were black and shiny. It stared straight at Han Feng for a while, and then suddenly roared from its mouth.
"Woah... woah..."
The little guy roared with a "milky voice", his voice was a little hoarse and weak, but his eyes seemed very excited, and he even started crawling towards Han Feng.
But because its body is very weak and its limbs are weak, it can only move a little bit in the cage.
However, the little iron-eating beast had just climbed a few steps when it was grabbed by a big hand, lifted up and thrown into a corner of the iron cage.
But the stall owner stepped forward and explained with an embarrassed look: "Hey... Fellow Taoist, this iron-eating beast is "congenitally underdeveloped". Generally, one or two wastes will be eliminated from the iron-eating beast group. You Don't worry about it, I assure you, the other iron-eating beasts will be fine, you can take your pick."
Han Feng glanced at the pitiful little guy who had been thrown in the corner and hadn't turned over for a long time, and then looked back at the stall owner.
"Boss, how do you sell this iron-eating beast?"
Hearing Han Feng ask about the price, the stall owner took a moment to look at Han Feng's outfit and then stretched out a finger.
"Hey...it's not expensive, it's not expensive, it's only one thousand low-grade spiritual stones."
When Han Feng heard this, he couldn't help but frown and stood up.
When the stall owner saw this, his expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly smiled and said, "Oh... Fellow Taoist, please don't leave, the price can still be negotiated."
Han Feng glanced at the other party, then waved his hand and said, "No need."
"ah……"
The stall owner thought that the deal he had delivered to his door was about to fly away, but he heard Han Feng richly say: "I never like bargaining when buying things. If you buy a thousand low-grade spiritual stones, I will buy one."
As soon as he heard this, the stall owner, who had a bitter look on his face just a second ago, suddenly brightened his eyes and said with joy: "Oh, you have such a friendly Taoist spirit. At first glance, you are like a dragon or a phoenix among people, a person who can do great things!"
"Cut the nonsense!"
Han Feng directly took out ten middle-grade spiritual stones from the storage ring and threw them to the opponent.
The stall owner took the spirit stone, the smile on his face became brighter and brighter, and he said diligently: "Fellow Taoist, wait a moment, I will choose the best-looking iron-eating beast for you."
Without waiting for the stall owner to choose for him, Han Feng pointed directly at the little iron beast in the corner and said: "No need to choose, I want this one."
"Ah...this one?"
When the stall owner heard this, he thought he had heard wrongly and froze in place.
Han Feng was dissatisfied and said: "Sell it or not. If not, return the spirit stone to me."
Upon hearing this, the stall owner quickly put the spirit stones in his hand into the storage bag, and with a speed that even Han Feng admired, he picked up the gray little iron-eating beast and quickly stuffed it into Han Feng's arms.
"The money and goods are cleared, Taoist fellow Taoist, please leave without sending anything else!"
After saying that, before Han Feng left, the stall owner had quickly packed up his stall and was preparing to close and leave.
Today, at an outrageous price of one thousand spirit stones, the iron-eating beast that was in the worst condition among the batch of iron-eating beasts and was given away by no one was actually sold. The stall owner was already filled with joy. I am convinced that I have met a "big fat sheep" who is stupid and has a lot of money.
In order to prevent the other party from regretting it later and asking him to withdraw the spirit stone, he naturally had to run away quickly.
However, at this moment, Han Feng, who was about to turn around and leave, was blocked by a figure.
"Fellow Taoist, I wonder if you can resell this iron-eating beast to me?"
Han Feng was stunned when he heard this, and looked up, only to see a man in green clothes appearing in front of him at some point. This man was majestic, handsome, and had an indescribable aloofness about him.
Han Feng took a look at this person and found that he could not sense the other person's cultivation. He suddenly became vigilant and shook his head and said: "Fellow Taoist, I'm sorry, I just bought this iron-eating beast and I don't plan to change hands for the time being."
The man in green just smiled slightly when he heard this, looked down at the little iron beast curled up in Han Feng's arms, and said again: "I am willing to pay ten times the price, or you can ask whatever price you want, fellow Taoist."
As soon as these words came out, not only Han Feng was slightly stunned, but the stall owner who was about to pack up and leave was even more stunned.
Ten times the price, wouldn’t that be 10,000 spirit stones?
Is this person crazy for buying a stunted iron-eating beast with 10,000 spirit stones?
It seems that this person is not short of money and has less brains than the previous one!
In an instant, the stall owner, who just now felt that he had made a huge profit, was almost filled with regret. He even wanted to take back the iron-eating beast at the original price and sell it to "Capital No. 2" again.
However, at this moment, Han Feng once again shook his head at the man in green and said, "Sorry, I won't sell it."
After saying that, Han Feng dodged and left the alley.
Looking at Han Feng's leaving back, the man in green did not stop him, but a strange green light flashed across his dark eyes, and the man whispered in surprise.
"Why does he have this aura on his body? Could it be...?"
…
But at this time, Han Feng had secretly used his skills to stay away from the alley. After making sure that no one was following him, he took a detour and returned to the inn where he was.
Han Feng secretly asked Xian'er: "Xian'er, can you see the cultivation level of that person just now?"
Xian'er said in a solemn tone: "Master, this person's concealment methods are extremely good. With my current perception, I can't sense his cultivation level, but judging from the abnormality he can detect with this "little guy", He must not be an idle person."
When Han Feng heard this, he couldn't help but trembled in his heart, secretly thinking that this Star Demon Island was indeed a hidden dragon and crouching tiger. At the same time, he looked very curiously at the small iron-eating beast that curled up quietly in his arms.
"Xian'er, what's so unusual about this little guy?"
Just now in the alley of the outer city, it was Xian'er who told Han Feng to buy this little iron-eating beast. Although Han Feng didn't know the reason, he immediately bought the little guy.
Xian'er said somewhat mysteriously: "Master, I'm not sure now. I need to use some more methods to verify it."
…
After returning to the inn room, Han Feng set up another concealment formation in the room's original low-level concealment formation.
After doing all this, he placed the little iron-eating beast in his arms on the wooden table in the middle of the room. The little guy lay weakly on the wooden table, staring at Han Feng with his big eyes, and let out "Woof woof..." of shouts.
Xian'er said: "Master, it must be hungry. You try to feed it some spiritual stones."
"Spiritual stone?"
Han Feng was slightly startled. Although the iron-eating beasts made a living by devouring "iron stones", they had never heard of one that could directly swallow spiritual stones.
But he still took out ten low-grade spiritual stones and piled them in front of the little guy.
As soon as he saw this sparkling spirit stone exuding rich spiritual power, the originally listless little iron-eating beast's eyes suddenly lit up, and he actually forced himself to support himself, crawled forward two steps, and bit into a spirit stone.
"Crack, click, click...!"
With a crisp sound, the hard spirit stone was chewed into the little iron beast's mouth like tofu, chewing it up and swallowing it in a few times.
After swallowing one spiritual stone, the little guy seemed to have regained a little strength. He shouted excitedly and bit down on the second spiritual stone.
"Click, click, click..."
The little guy just opened his mouth and chewed three times, and within a moment, all ten spirit stones were chewed up and swallowed into his stomach.
But at this time, the originally weak little iron-eating beast actually had the strength to get up, and the originally dull gray fur on his body seemed to have a glimmer of luster.
At this moment, it was standing in the middle of the wooden table, raising its little head and barking "woof woof..." at Han Feng again. It seemed that it was still not full.
At this time, Xian'er said again: "Master, try feeding it some elixirs again."
Han Feng had already faintly noticed that there was something unusual about this iron-eating beast, so he immediately took out several hundred-year-old elixirs and placed them in front of the little iron-eating beast.
As soon as he saw these elixirs on the table, the little guy's eyes suddenly brightened, and he shouted "Wow!" excitedly. He jumped up to a spiritual ginseng and opened his mouth to bite it.
"Click, click, click...!"
Accompanied by a rapid chewing sound, Han Feng was shocked to see the little guy swallowing this century-old ginseng in his stomach like a radish.
Immediately, the little guy cheered up and swallowed all the other elixirs in his stomach like a storm.
"Woof woof...!"
After eating these elixir snacks, the iron beast became energetic, its cry was clear and powerful, and the gray fur on its body actually had a faint black light. The small ears and slender tail that were originally drooped were now uplifted.
At this moment, the little iron-eating beast no longer looks like a little black dog, but rather looks like a "tiger and leopard cub". It is quite imposing, and its body also exudes a vague and strange aura.
Han Feng looked at this scene in shock, and at this moment, Xian'er's surprised voice also came from his mind.
"Yeah, it seems that's right. This little guy is indeed not an iron-eating beast, but a "psychic treasure beast" with the bloodline of the ancient mythical beast "Pixiu"!"
(PS: Two updates today.)
