Stepping into the rose grocery store, the lattices of the containers on the walls around the city were filled with all kinds of goods, and a long table in the center was resting a gray long-handled knife with no edge, with an indescribable evil aura. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wanxiang slowly inspected the contents of the container, there were dark and restrained magic wands, there were amber-shaped magic crystal nuclei with a large fist and a gap, there were exquisite rings, there were array disks inlaid with various colors of longan big magic crystal nuclei, as well as leather boots, broken umbrellas, shovels, scissors, flower hoes, etc., which really opened his eyes.

Finally, he stopped at the position of a pot of yellow plants like sea anemones, this plant was like a yellow sunflower, the countless tentacles of the flower pot opened and closed from time to time, Wanxiang Dao watched it close into a mouth, as if there was some rustling sound, so he blinked his eyes and slowly leaned sideways to listen.

"Whew"

Wan Xiangdao threw down the Qintian pig in his hand, covered his right ear and screamed in pain, and kept jumping up and down like a monkey.

Qintian Little Pig couldn't bear to look at it directly, the Wanjia boy came to the mainland of Ireland in addition to his age, and even his IQ has decreased a lot, just like a child. Big brother, please be in your twenties and mature, okay?

"Little magician, how can I help you?" In front of a row of containers was an old counter, and the hunchbacked old man sitting at the counter wanted to straighten up, but finally had to get out of the counter with a cane.

Wanxiang Dao's mouth is open enough to hold eggs. Approaching his shopkeeper is like the father-in-law of the land on the earth, hunchbacked, he is only high in his armpits with a cane, except for a green hair, his face is beardless, looking at his childish face and revealing leaky front teeth, I should call you a little old man??

The hunchbacked old man glanced at Noah meaningfully, causing Noah to look at his toes in embarrassment; Crane looked down at the long-handled broadsword with disapproval, but with great interest used his cane to pick the little pig at the foot of the universal road, causing it to run behind him timidly, carefully looking at the old man out of the corner of his eye. Intuition tells it that this old guy is terrible!

"Little magician, you're not here to buy something, are you?" The hunchbacked old man said with a smile with slanted eyes, and the crutches in his hand tapped the ground twice.

Wanxiang Dao scratched his head in embarrassment, and said with a smile: "Old man, we are here to sell potions." ”

The hunchbacked old man straightened his face when he heard this, and snorted coldly with his hands on crutches: "It seems that you really confused my old man," said and looked at the cramped and restless Noah: "Do you want me to take over the so-called 'loyalty' potion?" ”

The hunchbacked old man turned his head to look at Wanxiang Dao with a blank expression, and couldn't help but remind: "The entire Wang Capital cultivator knows that the pot plant is a scam, and it is still a ghost made by an old demon master, it is just a doppelganger method!" ”

Wanxiang Dao swallowed a few times, almost sluggish: "The Magister can separate a plant clone?" ”

The hunchbacked old man was even more angry when he heard this, and took a deep breath and taught Wanxiang Dao with a glance: "Every magus can briefly separate a magic clone that belongs to him, what is so strange about that life mage old ghost separating a plant clone?" ”

Wanxiang Dao nodded ignorantly, with an innocent expression on his face: "But I didn't plan to sell it." ”

"What about you?"

Wanxiang Dao swiped the magic brooch on his chest with his right hand, and took out a short conical fruit like a treasure, with gray-white membranous scales on the outside, peeled off the scales, revealing more than a dozen disc-shaped fruit petals, and buckled a petal casually, peeling off the film, and the white, thick scales were seen.

Oyer! It's the "perverted garlic"!

"W-what kind of potion is this?" The hunchback smelled the strong spicy smell of the garlic cloves rubbed by the universal road, and felt disgusting.

"It's the ultimate potion for wounds that rot and pus!" Wanxiang patted his chest and said in a deep voice.

The antiseptic and detoxifying effect of garlic was found in the goblin of Lake Saint-Noor, and Wanxiang Dao did take in the goblin, but only put it in the "seed bank" space, and did not dare to bring it out at all these days.

In fact, it was a matter of utter desperation to take it in, especially when you saw the eroded skin on its back, well, and its pus-draining armpits. Under the strong demand of Ireland, Universal Dao could only try to heal. I've tried life magic and "perverted ginger", as well as "perverted pomegranate", but unfortunately the effect is not great.

In the end, Universal Dao gritted his teeth and held it down and took "perverted garlic", why did he hold it? Hehe, because in addition to the enhanced efficacy of the medicine, the spicy feeding has become extremely choking.

Fortunately, after some tossing, the goblin's wound quickly faded a layer of dead skin, and a cloudy yellow pus flowed out, and the wound healed and scarred. This move once again proves the power of the combination of the restoration function of the earth's plants and the "seed bank", and it will be an unprecedented plant revolution!

The hunchbacked old man looked at the "perverted version of garlic" with little interest, and there was no follow-up. In his opinion, this thing may be a rare treasure for people who have not practiced magic and have a fighting spirit, but as long as a holy light technique, the problem that can be solved by a healing technique is not worth the money!

Wan Xiang Dao glanced at the hunchbacked old man unexpectedly, and couldn't figure out how cold his reaction was. At the moment, he could only take out a yellowish tuber from the brooch, which had a strange fragrance that quickly attracted the attention of the hunchbacked old man.

"Old man, this is a potion that is hard to find!" Wanxiang said softly with a mysterious face.

"Oh, tell me about it!"

Wanxiang Dao cleared his throat, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable essence: "It can drive away cold poison," he frowned and thought about it and continued: "There were once people who often took it to stay young, and there is a legend that someone used it to save his lover who was about to breathe, so it is known as a life-sustaining potion!" ”

The hunchbacked old man originally had disdain for Wanxiang Dao's words to expel cold poison, but the effect of rejuvenating his face made him moved, and the last continuation of his life made him indifferent, and no one could see the trembling fingers in his sleeves.

"Little ghost, anyone can say big things. If you bluff my old man, who will I go to cry to? The hunchbacked old man laughed with his hands in his hands, he has seen a lot of people who want to take the opportunity to make a fortune from himself.

"Hehe, old man, although my Banbets is not famous, can I still escape from your palm according to your heavenly methods?" Wanxiang Dao covered his right ear and smiled bitterly, he didn't believe that this "extremely terrible person" in Crane's mouth would lack connections?

"Bambets of Potions Garden?" The hunchbacked old man looked back at Wanxiang Dao in surprise, and he finally began to look at the little magician in front of him.

The hunchbacked old man looked around him for a while, and then shook his head and sighed: "You are really not ordinarily famous, you have pitted many nobles in the Stamm territory, and almost killed Kvegin, he is a real magician!" How the hell did you do that? ”

Wanxiang Dao looked embarrassed, after all, the old bottom was lifted. It was the Sophia Hotel incident that made them lose face, as for the Kvigin, it shouldn't be the blonde magician, right? Damn, it seems that the spider girl summoning magician on the road may have been sent by them to seek revenge!

"I'm a little interested in your potions, so make a price!" The hunchbacked old man yawned and said lazily.

Wanxiang Dao raised an index finger without thinking, staring intently at the hunchbacked old man.

"Huh, a thousand gold coins? It's not expensive! The hunchbacked old man tapped the ground with his cane with satisfaction, and his face blossomed.

"No, it's 10,000 gold coins!" Universal Dao shook his index finger in correction, and his tone was unusually resolute.

"Snort, hahahaha!"

The hunchbacked old man looked at Wanxiang Dao with a serious expression, as if he saw a joke that he couldn't help laughing, and he couldn't suppress it with tears on his face.

Wan Xiangdao patiently waited for him to calm down after laughing, and then frowned and added: "Maybe they are still barely enough for 10,000 gold coins now, but I can give you a promise!" ”

"Promise?"

Wanxiang Dao ignored the questioning gaze of the hunchbacked old man, and continued to take care of himself: "I can promise you a request that I can do my best!" ”

The hunchbacked old man finally lost his patience for small talk, and said angrily with his hands on crutches: "What gives you confidence, I will promise you?" ”

Wanxiang Dao's expression became solemn, his dark eyes flashed with a light called "crazy", and he took a firm step forward: "Because I am a madman." ”

The hunchbacked old man was stunned for a moment when he saw him like this, and then laughed loudly: "Good boy, you have a great appetite for me!" I promise you! ”

Wanxiang Dao sighed imperceptibly, biting his lip and taking a few steps back. He had the urge to find two puppets to rob the old man just now, and as long as he objected, the throbbing of snatching the light was uncontrollably uncontrollable.

Wanxiang Dao was slightly surprised and picked up an amethyst card from the counter, and next to it was an ID card-sized domino engraved with a black skull and white flames in his eyes.

"Little ghost, I don't care how magical this potion is, I will receive 100,000 gold coins in a year!" The hunchbacked old man knocked on the counter as high as himself with his crutches, like a vampire merchant who put usury!

Wanxiang rolled his eyes and put away the skeleton dominoes, not in the slightest fluctuated by his intimidation.

"Little ghost, hang the dominoes on your body at all times, otherwise it will be difficult for me to recover the 100,000 gold coins, and remember that my name is Schiller!" The hunchbacked old man reminded angrily, looking at Wanxiang Dao expressionlessly, he put away his things and walked away, and he didn't even think to ask his name before leaving.

Until his words of "my name is Schiller" fell, the figure of Wanxiang Dao holding Qintian's little pig had disappeared at the door.

"Bang"

"Made, they're all crazy people who want gold coins and don't want to die!" Schiller couldn't help but slam his cane into a large crater the size of a basin and a crack like a spider's web.

Finally, Schiller calmed down and set his eyes on the plant that had bitten the ear of the universal road before, this pot of plants like sea anemones was closed with "tentacles" at this time, but under the urging of his secret method, it slowly bloomed, and there was a drop of red blood suspended inside the yellow sunflower plant.

Schiller's right hand slowly raised, and then the muscles of his arm squirmed and stretched forward, turning into a white, smooth root when it reached the plant.

Yes, most of Schiller's body at this time stretched out countless waving white roots, and the whiskers rolled up the drop of blood and brought it back to his body, which only had an intact head, and put it in his mouth, and he tasted it roughly, as if to confirm something.

"Compared to the previous son of the plane, the taste of this blood has indeed changed, maybe this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" Schiller sighed faintly, and it could be seen that he was not ignorant of the Son of the Plane, and it seemed that he even had an ulterior plan for it!

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"Bambats, you're too impulsive! He's Schiller, how can you 。。。。。。 Clay walked a short distance out of the Rose grocery store, and worriedly advised the gimbal who was busy tying the skeletons.

"Hee-hee, Uncle Crane, but do I have any other way?" Wanxiang Dao happily patted the domino tied to his waist, turned his head and asked absently.

Klein choked, indeed, Bambets is the son of the most bitter B, with no background and no financial resources, except for a few magic source fruits, even the wand is given by the Mage Tower Branch, and the good sound of the plane will is obtained by his own efforts, and the bad thing is that he is poor and decent! As for the "artifact trio" for picking the magic source fruit, he automatically ignored it, hehe. How can there be such an artifact?

Wanxiang Dao walked on the crowded streets, patted the head of the little pig of Qintian who was eager to get out of his arms, ignored its resentful gaze, and asked casually, "Is that guy really Schiller?" ”

Klein touched his chin and said solemnly: "I dare to pack the ticket, he is Schiller, because the gray long-handled broadsword with the handle is the legendary 'slaughter'!" Rumor has it that it fell into the hands of Schiller. ”

Universal Dao looked puzzled and looked at Klein in anticipation of further explanation.

Crane was accustomed to the ignorance of the Universal Dao, and recounted with a hint of fascination: "That's the divine soldier of the Starry Sky Sword Saint Bambates who slayed the dragon ten thousand years ago!" ”

"Uh, I heard you right? Bambets? Wanxiang Dao felt that he was hallucinating, otherwise how could he have the same name as himself?

Klein glared at Wanxiang Dao with disgust, unable to hide his disappointment: "I originally thought that even if you couldn't compare to the Starry Sky Sword Saint, no matter how bad you were, you would be able to achieve the same level of achievement as me, but you, alas! ”

Wanxiang Dao suddenly felt guilty, because Klein had indeed put a lot of effort into his blocked fighting qi veins, but with his character, how could he stay on self-blame: "How many dragons did the Starry Sky Sword Saint slaughter?" ”

When Klein heard this, he was like a deflated balloon: "If you slaughter an evil dragon, you will be killed by the dragons!" ”

Wanxiang Dao couldn't cry or laugh, I always felt that this Starry Sky Sword Saint level was a little better, isn't it in the plot that he fled frantically after slaying the dragon, accidentally broke through on the way, and the dragon clan who killed had to bow his head and compromise in the end?

"Bambats, do you think the Starry Sky Sword Saint Wave has a false reputation? It's a pity that the patriarch of the Dragon Island personally took action, otherwise。。。。。。 Crane's face was full of resentment and resentment, and it was obvious that the dragon's protection was too disgusting.

The strongest man in the continent made a move against the strong man who had just entered the Dou Sheng, and such a shameless move was unique to the dragon clan in the entire Irish continent!

"Huh"

Wanxiang Dao's face was surprised, he obviously saw that there were two groups of people in front and behind who wanted to outflank them, but when they got closer, they retreated with fear on their faces. Seem to see something unbelievable?

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In the attic of a large restaurant somewhere in the royal capital, a handsome young man pinched a golden cup, raised his head and took a sip of tea before asking leisurely: "Did you really see Schiller's immunity dominoes?" ”

"Back to the Lord, the little one is absolutely right!" It was the "big brother" who bowed down and answered the universal road before.

"Hmph, interesting, don't touch him yet, this Schiller is a madman, do you know the identity of this kid?" The lord played with the golden cup in his hand, and when he mentioned Schiller, his eyes could not help but flash with a hint of jealousy.

"Well, that kid did find out, he was the gardener of the Potions Garden before, and according to the informant's information, the cultivation of potions is quite extraordinary." The "big brother" is also a thoughtful master, and he checked some information in advance.

The young lord laughed in his heart, can he behave badly when he gets that thing? But Bambets, Bambets, are you just content to be a little gardener? Make the most of this good time, and I'll take it back soon!

"Help me follow him well, don't interfere in any way, remember to report to me if there is a major situation, go!" The young lord's eyes glowed with three colors, and he waved his hand to dispel his subordinates, and then turned into a bright white light and escaped out of the window.

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