Chapter 237 (2/2)

”Of course, no problem! Come on, look, these magic tools are a little worn on the surface, but they are all good things! I don't have any white level magic tools here. The lowest level is green level, blue level, and even purple level...”

Huan Qingyan was taken to a remote place by the ancient bowl. In front of her was a wall with mottled corners. It seemed that there was a mouse hole, which was blocked by a black piece of broken iron.

She looked around for several times and found neither spirit plant nor spirit plant seed. It was just a broken wall and a broken piece of iron blocking a mouse hole

Is the ancient bowl in the wrong place?

She moved to one side and moved to the magic weapon pile. At least there were some broken magic weapons here, but the ancient bowl immediately pulled her back to where she was before.

The phantom tilted Yan to think for a while, pointing to the black broken iron piece the size of a palm, and realized, ”do you want this?”

The ancient bowl immediately sent out excited ideas! This is more than a hundred times more exciting than the last time I collected the blood rot flower.

No, the last time I collected blood rot flowers, the ancient bowl just expressed a little idea, which was completely out of touch with excitement.

I'm confused.

The goal of the ancient bowl is really this piece of broken iron? Since people have used this thing to block holes, what can it do?

Unreal inclined Yan couldn't figure it out.

But since it was its will, Huan Qinyan decided to wash down the broken iron piece.

She deliberately went to the stack of magic tools and picked up a long strip of magic tools. Almost all of these magic tools were badly damaged. I didn't see a intact one. I don't know where they came from.

”Boss, your spirit planting seeds are so expensive. Should these magic breakers be very cheap? This broken hoe is like. How many spirit stones? I'll buy it and dig the ground and plant some sweet potatoes...”

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