C1103 Ten-thousand-year Black Iron
C1103 Ten-thousand-year Black Iron
"Why should I give the thousand pieces of Darksteel that I've worked so hard to dig up to you?" Looking at the aggressive crowd of more than a dozen people coming over, Zhang Laosi hugged Xuan Tie tightly in his arms. He had worked hard for two or three months just to obtain a piece of 1000 year old Xuan Iron, but now he could use it.
"On what basis?"
"Since you don't want to hand it over, then go die."
"Everyone, let's rely on our own methods!"
As the sound of one person's voice faded, a dozen or so people brazenly took action, directly charging towards Old Zhang's fourth disciple and causing an intense battle to erupt.
Although the man called Old Zhang's cultivation wasn't weak, with so many people working together, how could he be a match for him? After a dozen moves, he was nailed to the rock. The Thousand Mysterious Iron in his arms fell into the arms of another man.
That person was immersed in blood, but he was still unable to withstand the fierce attacks of the others. Under such severe injuries, he could only toss out the black iron in his hand.
As the sounds of battle grew louder, the surrounding warriors were all drawn over like flies that had caught a whiff of the sweet smell.
They were all warriors of Late Period Of King Stage, and Perfection Of King Stage. A thousand pieces of black iron was enough to refine a set of Superior Magic Tool, and it would be of great help to their own strength, resulting in a chaotic battle involving tens or even hundreds of people.
After a short while, after more than ten people had died, a man brought along his thousand year old Xuan Iron and charged out of the encirclement. With the end of the battle, this place became peaceful once again.
"A piece of Mysterious Metal from a thousand years old started a chaotic battle with a hundred people." Lu Chen and the other three quietly watched the battle, the few of them did not have any intention of stopping, this was the current situation of the eighth stage, in God Turning Road, many of the warriors came from ordinary backgrounds, and only a few had prominent backgrounds.
For warriors of ordinary origin, they would have to use all means at their disposal to take the risk and increase their own strength. All of the black iron that was older would be obtained at all costs, unless it was an opponent that was truly difficult to defeat or one that was in danger, so they would have to give up on the idea of taking the risk.
"This is only the area for normal warriors. Relatively speaking, the deep part of Iron Mountain is where the most terrifying fights take place."
"That place has a ten thousand year old black iron, which is enough to attract many Soul-breaking Stage practitioners to go risk their lives. Even if it's a peak expert, they would only be cannon fodder small characters inside."
In the depths of the mountain, it was a dusky place, like a bottomless abyss.
"Let's continue on our way."
Lu Chen said after pondering for a moment.
Although there was a thousand pieces of black iron here, it was not of any help to Fu Feng and Bai Tingxin. Only Myriad Years Black Iron could refine top quality magic tools, and warriors who had reached the Soul-breaking Stage realm would have an endless supply of soul essence. If they had a top quality magic tool to help them, their strength would at least increase by a level.
Because, the closer they got to the depths of the mountain, the greater the effect of the magnetic field was. Lu Chen and the others were greatly suppressed, so they had no choice but to stop flying.
However, even if they did not fly through the air, their speed did not slow down. After only a quarter of an hour, they appeared in the depths of the iron mountain.
Relatively speaking, there were not many traces of warriors here, but Lu Chen and the others all became more alert at the same time. Someone who could appear here was at least at the Soul-breaking Stage level, and once there was a conflict, it would be extremely intense.
One had to know that this was the eighth trial, and there was no lack of warriors with Soul-breaking Stage.
In the first five stages of God Turning Road, there were extremely few practitioners, but after the fifth stage, the number of practitioners gradually increased.
After all, there were many fortuitous encounters in each stage, and after obtaining the fortuitous encounters in the previous stages, even an ordinary King would have the qualifications to challenge Soul-breaking Stage.
However, with the increase of cultivation base, the speed of this increase would be extremely difficult. Moreover, even within the same small realm, the difference in strength between the martial artists would be very obvious.
Some of the favored children of heaven, such as those Martial Genius s who were ranked near the top of the Heavenly Ranking, were even able to match up to the s even though they had just broken through to the Soul-breaking Stage.
Of course, being favored by the heavens like this was extremely rare. Just like how the Heavenly Rankings only had a thousand young experts, this was a talent that only geniuses from the countless warriors in the Northern Wasteland would have the right to enter.
How many martial artists were there in the Northern Wasteland? It could be measured with the word 'countless'.
"Bam!"
Lu Chen waved his hand, and the huge rock in front of him shattered, revealing a piece of black black black iron.
Although it was a piece of thousand year black iron, Lu Chen was too lazy to take a second look. Not to mention the materials to refine Superior Magic Tool, even if the real Superior Magic Tool were here, he would feel that it was trash.
"What bad luck. I only found a piece of thousand year old black iron." Fu Feng looked embarrassed as he was holding a piece of black iron that was worth a thousand years.
"Both of you are unlucky. It still depends on me." Bai Tingxin smiled sweetly. Her soul remembrance had already detected a piece of black iron that didn't seem to be young.
"Open!"
Bai Tingxinxiu's hand shot out and the ground not far away split into pieces, revealing a piece of black iron the size of a fist. The surface of the black iron was covered with dense annual patterns, but unfortunately, it was still only a thousand years old.
Lu Chen and Fu Feng looked at each other and burst out laughing at the same time.
"Humph!"
Bai Tingxin's face reddened. She stomped her feet in anger and changed directions unwillingly.
The few of them were busy in full swing. Even though excavating darksteel was a bit boring, it was still a bit fresh for them.
"Found it."
"I found it."
Suddenly, Bai Qinger jumped up happily as she held a piece of black iron with over ten thousand lines on it. It was a ten thousand year old piece of black iron, and it was the size of a washbasin. It was possible to refine even two top grade magic tools, much less one.
"Wow."
Fu Feng swallowed his saliva, and his eyes lit up, "Sister Qinger, your luck is so good, can we share some of it with Mr. Feng?"
"Go, go. If you want to share it with me, I will only give it to sister and Mr. Chen. I won't give it to you." Qinger held Xuan Tie in her arms and quickly hid behind Lu Chen, afraid that he would take them away.
"You …"
Fu Feng's head was filled with black lines. He thought to himself that he should forget about it and not argue with this little girl.
"Mr. Chen, this piece of black iron is too big, Qinger's Storage Ring Finger can't be put away, why don't you help me store it first?" Under Fu Feng's envious and resentful eyes, Qinger passed Xuan Tie over to Lu Chen, which clearly meant that she was giving it to Mr. Chen.