200 years is not a long time, but for warriors and monks, it is only a snap of a finger. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info but Rao is like this, many things and patterns have changed dramatically.

For example, the rhizome of this Shiyuan grass used to be a rare dispensing, and its value was not high, but because of its mild temperament, it can be well integrated with other materials, so it has a wide range of uses, but there are very few people who know this, because 200 years ago, Shi Yuancao was very rare, and at that time, Shi Yuancao was not called Shi Yuancao, but called Black Absolute Grass. The rhizome of the black grass contains very thin black silk roots, which are fragile and difficult to extract, but they are very good materials for coagulation and bone consolidation. It is especially important for those who are beginning to cultivate to lay a good foundation.

Ren Ningwu's body in this life is relatively weak, and if he can use black herb combined with other medicines to recuperate, it can definitely have a very good effect. It's a pity that no one knows such a good thing.

"Are you sure?" Qingru looked at Ren Ningwu suspiciously, although she had heard that the second miss of the Ren family was an idiot, maybe there was something wrong with her brain?

"Snort, unreadable." Wang Xiaoice sneered, one of her hands covering half of her face, revealing half of her miserable white face and an eye full of anger.

Ren Ningwu glanced at it lightly: "Miss Wang is still here and doesn't go to watch the show, is the wound on her face not painful enough?" ”

Wang Xiaoice was choked, her eyes stared at Ren Ningwu deadly, if it wasn't for the wound being too painful, she almost wanted to scold, and estimated the injury on her face, just left a cold sentence and hurried away.

"I remember, sooner or later it will make you miserable!"

And the few who came with Wang Xiaoice were also embarrassed to stay, so they lowered their heads and followed out quickly.

That warning was completely insignificant to Ren Ningwu, if he really fell into the hands of that junior, he would simply commit suicide.

"I'm sure, please help me clean up." Ren Ning danced.

Qingru didn't say anything anymore, waved her hand, and a girl stepped forward to put the things away and handed them to Ren Ningwu.

"Miss Ren, please take care of yourself." Qingru nodded politely to Ren Ningwu, then turned to leave. The people around him didn't have the years to watch, but they just laughed in their hearts that Ren Ningwu was an idiot, so they devoted themselves to the various items on the shelves.

This is just a small farce, except for a small number of people who are fishing in troubled waters while taking advantage of the activities of the Treasure Pavilion today, most of the people who can come to the Treasure Pavilion are some people with status, so naturally they will not pay too much attention to this kind of trivial matter.

Ren Ningwu flipped the simple storage bag in his hand, remembering what he had just said when he stepped into the martial arts. In that place, the people who own storage bags are celebrities, murderers, even the simplest storage bags. But I don't want to be outside, this simple storage bag is just the price of 10 low-grade gemstones. It's even something that many chambers of commerce give away.

The Treasure Pavilion is indeed wealthy, even if it is a low-level simple storage bag, the space inside is more than twice as large as that of a normal storage bag of this grade.

After putting away the storage bag, Ren Ningwu walked around the first floor, and 200 years of time made her full of curiosity about everything again.

The low-grade spiritual herb elixir that was once very common, but many of them were on the high-level shelves, and the price was extremely high. Most of the secret martial arts that were once priceless have been reduced in price, although these are very low-level martial arts on the market.

200 years ago, it was the big **** that had just passed hundreds of years, and all kinds of waste were thriving, which was as thriving as it is now.

Ren Ningwu shook his head, but correspondingly, only that kind of chaotic era can give birth to a real powerhouse. As for now, the flowers in the greenhouse are always more fragile.

When he is no longer cultivating desperately to live, not growing up in battle, Ren Ningwu doesn't know what the meaning of cultivation is. To live, to be free from being bullied. Therefore, Ren Ningwu once gave up day and night penance after hitting a certain height, she thought that that kind of skill was enough to protect herself, so she began to enjoy life and threw herself into the things she loved, but she didn't know that she was still a frog at the bottom of the well, and she didn't know that there was a sky outside the sky, and finally ended up dying miserably.

In this life, he is bound to reach the pinnacle of martial arts!

After suppressing his heart for many years, Ren Ningwu selected some elixirs on the first floor and walked to the second floor.

Ren Ningwu was going to refine a hundred herbs to boil bone fluid to strengthen this body, so that he could better match his cultivation speed. The first floor is generally occupied with some relatively rare ordinary medicinal materials, and 1st and 2nd order elixirs. The boiled bone liquid of the hundred herbs is only a 2-grade spiritual liquid, so the demand for the elixir is mostly floating in the 1st and 2nd grades, and these medicinal materials are available on the first floor, and only the Burning Mist Fruit of the 2nd Order Treasure has not been found.

Walking up the stairs to the second floor, I was suddenly greeted by a strong spiritual material atmosphere, which was refreshing.

The first floor of the Treasure Pavilion contains everything, everything, but the grade is low. The second floor contains all kinds of natural treasures, the third floor is the elixir and mysteries, and the fourth floor is a variety of rare and precious treasures.

Ren Ningwu looked around, there were many third-order high-grade elixirs, and they were already rare treasures in this small town.

It's a pity that because the soul is too seriously injured, there is no way to open the space of the Death Stone, otherwise Ren Ningwu really wants to ransack this place. It's a pity, although these things can't get into Ren Ningwu's eyes, they still have a lot of help for himself now.

Soon found the Fog Fruit, Ren Ningwu put it away and stepped on the third floor, but unfortunately, there was no other mystery that Ren Ningwu looked at.

The elixir of refining a hundred herbs to boil bone fluid cost Ren Ningwu 20 medium-grade Xuanshi, and Ren Ningwu couldn't help but secretly exclaim that this thing really couldn't help but spend, but it was still discounted and only 20 pieces were spent.

Because he didn't spend more than 80 medium-grade Xuanshi, Ren Ningwu was not qualified to go to the fourth floor. Raising his eyes, the entrance to the fourth floor shone with an illusory prohibition, and after thinking about it, Ren Ningwu still didn't touch it. Although she was a little curious about the things on the fourth floor, her divine sense was too damaged now, and she had no choice but to give up if she was not sure not to alarm this prohibition.

Just as Ren Ningwu turned around and was about to leave, he was suddenly sucked in by the scene in front of him.

"Steward Qu, this is really my family's ancestral treasure, how can you say that I am a liar!" A middle-aged man who looked honest shouted with a flushed face.

"Baby?" Qu Jieren, the steward on the third floor, sneered, picked up the rust-filled prototype object again, and shook his head: "Ah Er, I know that your life is not easy, so some of the ordinary medicinal materials you collect on weekdays can also be sold to our Treasure Pavilion, but at least they are of some use, but this iron lump ......"

Qu Jieren frowned and pushed it back into Ah Er's hands.

"But, my father said, this is our family's ancestral treasure!" A two-faced red ear.