There are also many grades of psionic potions, such as the inferior ones, most of which are green.

In general, it is yellow.

The ones circulating on the market are generally yellow, after all, most of the best golden psionic potions are in the hands of the high-level, and even if they are produced, they will definitely not circulate in the market.

The last time Lu Feng gave Mo Dingshan was an ordinary psionic potion.

It's just that the merit value has been a bit too much recently, so I've been extravagant and have been extracting the highest-grade psionic potion.

The brilliant gold flows faintly, and the brilliance that radiates in the moonlight is charming and gorgeous.

Master Mo was stunned for a moment, and then a ruddy look of excitement appeared on his face, and by the time Lu Feng handed him the bottle of the best spiritual energy potion, he was already too excited to speak.

If a bottle of ordinary elixir could be worth one year of his cultivation, then the best spiritual potion was equivalent to at least two years.

After all, there is no aura in the air, so it can only be produced slowly by one's own internal organs, and the speed is naturally very slow.

"It's ...... It's too valuable, and this potion should be used for cultivation, not in battle. ”

Although Mo Dingshan was excited, he also understood that this kind of thing was too rare, even the Special Investigation Bureau couldn't produce much in a year.

This bottle is at least worth tens of millions, and even money can't buy it.

"It's a waste not to put it there," Lu Feng watched his merit value continue to rise, all of which were brought by this bottle of potion, and even far exceeded the cost ......of the lottery, so he didn't feel distressed at all.

"Master Mo, you don't want ink. ”

Lu Feng forcibly stuffed the psionic potion into Master Mo's hand, and the latter was trembling and almost couldn't hold it steadily.

"Mrs. ......" Mo Dingshan spoke incoherently, and his eyes were scarlet.

"Psionic potion?"

"Dad, what is this?"

On the side, Su Yun looked at the strange atmosphere in the field, a little puzzled, he only had a one-sided understanding of this.

Su Tianhao's eyelids twitched, and he said: "As far as I know, this spiritual energy elixir seems to be extremely important to the monk, every bottle is a priceless treasure, I once saw that your Uncle Wei carefully used a bottle, just like a family heirloom." ”

"Ignorance. Li Xuyong, who was standing on the side, although his face was serious, his heart had already turned up turbulent waves.

"Ordinary monks, what they can buy are all inferior or ordinary products, like this kind of superb spiritual energy elixir, only great grandmasters and some extremely powerful grandmasters can use it. ”

He glanced at the Su family, father and son.

"To put it simply, a bottle of top-grade spiritual energy potion can directly allow an ordinary person to enter the realm of a monk. ”

"What?!"

Su Yun's face changed suddenly, and he had a clear idea of the potion that Lu Feng took out.

"How could he do that...... I worked hard to collect all kinds of herbs and visit many monks, but I couldn't find anything that would allow me to enter the monks......"

"He gave it away like this......"

Su Tianhao's chest was also undulating, and the depths of his pupils were deeply shocked, and he suddenly felt that he and his son's thoughts were wrong.

Maybe this ink master is not the person behind Lu Feng at all, and maybe there are other people who can't.

At the thought of this, he shuddered, but fortunately he also had a hand on his side, and there was also a Master Park.

The cold moon is like frost.

In this wasteland, there were many mosquitoes and insects, but now, they have all disappeared.

Wei Changfeng took a deep breath, but the greed in his eyes was not concealed in the slightest.

His mouth was dry, and he wanted to go up and grab it on the spot.

He finally understood Master Park's thoughts now, a guy who could easily take out the best psionic potions, what a rich collection should be behind him.

Grunt!

Master Mo drank all the psionic potions, and even carefully licked the mouth of the bottle clean, not missing a drop.

In the next moment, the skin of his whole body became transparent, the spiritual energy in his body was endless, and the whole person became extremely excited.

That feeling is more refreshing than when I was young.

"Wei Changfeng, you hypocrite, come on!"

The broken thin sword clanged, and under the moonlight, it was like a string.

One finger was flicked on the strings, and the next second, there were heavy sword sounds and many sword shadows.

"It's a pity, if I had taken the psionic potion before I was injured, maybe I could really have an impact on the Grandmaster Realm. ”

"Eagle strikes the sky!"

The body of Moding Mountain is like flying in the air.

Wei Changfeng shouted loudly: "Mo Dingshan, you really wasted a bottle of potion in vain, with your current ability, you are at most tied with me, but as long as I consume it, I can still consume you to death." ”

"Come on!"

Wei Changfeng grabbed the sky with both hands, stepped on the earth with his feet, and with a fierce flower, all kinds of weeds and gravel swept up, wanting to hold up the sky.

"Hurry back, these two people are really moving, and they are desperate. ”

"It's horrible!"

Everyone was shocked.

And Mu Yeqing's gaze fell on Lu Feng instead, and he bit lightly: "Lu Feng, who are you?"

The old god Lu Feng was there, looking at the scene of the battle, this was the first time he had seen two