Chapter 509.2: Materials As Reward
With the materials collected on the demon continent, Yang Chen immediately remembered the vines he had collected from the demonized demon vine, the precious materials that blocked the exploration of spiritual awareness, and even the Yin Yang Heaven Burning Fire. Even if it’s just a rudimentary Yin Yang Heaven Burning Fire, it’s also a superb material.
“Don’t worry about the demonic qi, what precious materials are there?” Yang Chen answered directly, and then asked back.
Liu Ming was startled, and immediately realized that he had used common sense to measure the young grandmaster Yang in front of him. Others regard demonic qi as dangerous, but in the eyes of grandmaster Yang, it was not a big problem at all. Thinking of this, he laughed at himself.
“I was worrying about it, grandmaster forgive me!” Liu Ming quickly apologized, and then began to report what he had “Luo Chen Black Jade, Tianxiang Tongue Wood, nine quite flying dust….”
“Wait!” Yang Chen suddenly stopped, and then asked curiously “What is this nine quite flying dust?”
Seeing that Yang Chen was interested in one of them, Liu Ming was even more energetic, and hurriedly opened his qiankun bag, took out a black gourd, opened the mouth of the gourd and immediately a black dust flew out. This black ash, as soon as it was released, almost occupied the space of the entire room, gathering but not dispersing, the room was immediately filled with a devilish atmosphere.
Yang Chen stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, and he caught a handful. Upon closer inspection, he knew immediately. This nine quite flying dust was a kind of refining material belonging to the sixth earth attribute, he had never seen it before, but the feeling of holding it in his hand was that it was a precious material for refining magic weapons.
Among the Yin-Yang five element flying swords, Yang Chen has not yet had the sixth earth flying sword, and now there was such a gourd of nine quite flying dust, so he could consider refining a sixth earth flying sword.
“How many of these nine quite flying dust do you have?” Yang Chen asked Liu Ming with a little fine dust in his hand.