In the small courtyard full of black iron ingots, Yang Yu sat quietly for a long time before he digested the shock of the collision of fists, and then slowly opened the race bag.

Buzz ~

Without the intention of Tiangang Fist, the moment the bag opening opened, a breath that was different from the present world surged out.

Under Yang Yu's gaze, he turned into a tall arch. At the same time, he also noticed the consumption of spiritual energy in the human race bag.

This air gate can continue to open. In his senses, if he can give up the spiritual qi, he can even open a city gate.

But he naturally would not waste his spiritual energy. When his mind moved, he left a little vigilant outside. When his figure flashed, he had already stepped into this racial bag.

Buzz ~

One step forward will lead to two levels of heaven and earth.

As the light and shadow flashed, Yang Yu looked around and saw a vast white area.

"So big?!"

Austr Yang was shocked.

Even though he had known that the space would not be small to accommodate 200,000 imperial guards, he was still shocked at this glance.

There is actually a city in this racial bag!

A true city!

The city tower, city gate, moat, urn... are all available, and there is a huge martial arts performance venue outside the city!

Even the ground here is not what he imagined to be a cloth bag, but it is really soiled!

It's like the legendary blessed land and cave heaven!

"No wonder this racial bag is known as the most important weapon in the country..."

After pinching the soil in his hand, Yang Yu couldn't help but be amazed. If it weren't for the sun, moon and stars, he would almost think this was a small cave.

In contrast, his mustard seed space seems too small and shabby.

The valley stone is too rare. Even if he has a force, the mustard seed space is far less than one billionth of a billion.

call!

Yang Yu closed his eyes slightly. Although he had not yet sacrificed this magic weapon, he could still sense the general layout in this space.

This city is not for people to live in. Although it is fully equipped outside, it is actually a warehouse inside.

It was not one, he carefully sensed that there were more than 60 large warehouses here.

It is divided into categories, gold, silver, jewelry, black iron, gold essence, books, weapons, armor, elixirs, medicinal materials, ores...

And the most important thing, food!

"Even if the foundation of a country is only a few points, its value is far beyond Zhang Xuanyi's secret library..."

Crossing the unguarded moat, Yang Yu saw a large number of people and horses fainted.

There are people, troops, and Lin Qitian...

"Although still alive..."

Yang Yu's heart moved and woke Lin Qitian up first.

Time is relatively still here, but not completely still. In addition, there seems to be air and spiritual qi.

Therefore, although it has been a long time, Lin Qitian and others still retain their vital signs, but they are all weak like babies.

"Well……"

Holding his forehead and sighing, Lin Qitian woke up quietly:

"kill……"

A byte of roar stuck in his throat, seeing the person in front of him clearly, and confusion and surprise flashed in Lin Qitian's eyes:

"What, why are you?!"

"It's a long story, to put it simply, it's..."

Yang Yu organized the language, concise and concise:

"You were captured and I saved you."

"Yes, I was captured by Fan Ruyi and turbulent my mind..."

The stiff body eased, Lin Qitian smiled bitterly and fell to the ground. He was still a little dazed, but he didn't want to ask anymore.

"Are there any food? I'm almost starving to death..."

Yang Yu was silent and took out the dry food and handed it over:

"You eat slowly..."

Without greeting Lin Qitian, his thoughts at this moment were all in the many warehouses in the city and on the sacrificial and refining bags.

Naturally, the foundation of the court will not be in the racial bag, but this alone is enough to move anyone.

The savings of a country are far from comparable to those of a single individual or force.

While Yang Yu was walking, his perception of this magic weapon was slowly deepening.

In my heart, the huge wealth in this racial bag appeared.

In addition to the more than 2,000 people included in it, there were more than 74.3 million kilograms of gold, silver and iron, which was not considered ore.

There are 38.4 million stones of food and grass, and in addition, there are countless jewelry and jade.

These precious treasures that the outside world traded with two are mostly counted here at 100,000 kilograms.

"Using the power of a country, one person in the surname..."

Taking a deep breath, Yang Yu stopped in front of a warehouse.

Behind him, Lin Qitian also followed him staggered for a while. After a while, he roughly sorted out some things. At this moment, he couldn't help but sigh:

"A race bag... If you get this bag, you will get a million troops..."

Until this moment, he was still a little dazed and his thinking was very slow, which damaged his soul.

So much so that as long as he uses his brain a little, it will be so painful that it cannot bear it.

"It's indeed a huge wealth..."

For some reason, Yang Yu suddenly remembered the starving people he had seen over the years and the one who almost starved to death back then.

As soon as he sighed, he pushed open the warehouse in front of him.

It is not as full as other warehouses. This warehouse looks empty, and there are only a few small piles in the middle.

But in Yang Yu's eyes, the value of this warehouse is one of the highest among these more than 60 warehouses.

Because the black iron ingots are placed here.

A black iron ingot with a hundred forging level!

The hundred forgings in this world are different from the previous life. The Ming Dynasty stipulated that one pound of essence hammered by a hundred kilograms of black iron ore is a forging.

One hundred pounds forging essence, and then beat it into one pound, which is ten forgings. This is repeated, thousands of hammers and hundreds of forgings are of great value, which is really beyond imagination.

In fact, a long-forged sword for the world is the accumulation of a hundred years of sects, which is as powerful as the Dragon Abyss King, and in his life it is only a thousand-forged Qinglong Yanyue Sword.

It can be said that any sip of a thousand-forged magic weapon is enough to make the kings and princes frightened.

This is still an impurity in the process of hammering the black iron, and it can also be tempered into a top-notch weapon.

Otherwise, except for the imperial court, no one could afford to build a thousand-forged divine weapon.

"The 20,000 pounds of 100-forged black iron can create a long sword with a height of 100 pounds, and a 190-forged divine weapon weighing 100 pounds..."

Looking at the pile of sure things, Lin Qitian couldn't help but take a breath.

He spent most of his life wandering around in the army, and the wealth he had accumulated was not as much as one-tenth of the pile of black iron in front of him.

Not to mention, the opposite side of the black iron is not inferior to the slightest, with 20,000 kilograms of fine gold...

"Hundred forged black iron, fine gold..."

Yu Yang took a breath.

These gold and iron are enough for him to recast the golden dragon scissors and make up for the incompleteness of this magic weapon.

perhaps……

After a thought changed, Yang Yu walked here and saw a huge blue sky stone in the corner, as well as a large number of empty valley stones.

Without the obstruction of the Tiangang Fist Intent, it was actually not difficult to sacrifice and refine the race bag. After Yang Yu finished the more than 60 warehouses in the entire city, his breath was already imprinted into this magic weapon.

"call!"

He released more than 2,000 people trapped in it, and Yang Yu vomited a breath of turbid air and completely refined the race bag that was put into his palm.

After dispelling the original owner's imprint, it is actually not difficult to sacrifice and refine the magic weapon, but the difficult thing is to nourish it.

The existence of any magic weapon requires spiritual energy to support it, otherwise it will not be able to be used and may even shrink.

Its power is also related to warmth.

"After the achievements of the Martial Saint, if I don't eat or drink every day, I can draw thirty strands of spiritual qi from the Qingshui Cold Pond map, and do not delay my normal work and rest, then twelve strands..."

He thought silently in his mind that Yang Yu had to extinguish the thought of refining the mind again.

The upper limit of warming and nourishing of the golden dragon scissors is nine hundred strands of spiritual qi, while this human race bag is fifty thousand strands...

And unlike the golden dragon scissors, the human race bag that houses a huge amount of supplies will consume spiritual energy at all times.

Fortunately, there are nearly two thousand strands of spiritual qi inside. If it does not activate it vigorously, it can last for fifty or sixty years for daily use.

"Old witch..."

In the night wind, Yang Yu's courtyard gate closed, he sat quietly to regulate his breathing, combing out what he had gained from the race bag.
To be continued...