If there was no one to guide the way, I really didn't know where to go, but fortunately, the Qiankun Pavilion was very warm to entertain visitors, and soon an attendant received Berger.

After a brief conversation, the attendant led him to a room that resembled a pawn shop, divided into an outer and inner room, and Berger sat down at the table by the window.

"Guest, please wait, Shopkeeper Chen will come over soon."

The attendant served him a cup of hot tea, and after giving an explanation, he left softly.

"I've kept you waiting, honored guest, if there's anything I need to help you with?" Soon after, out of the compartment came a man of medium stature, about forty years old, slightly fat, but with a fair complexion and a mustache.

"Shopkeeper Chen, please help me see how much such a spiritual liquid is worth." With a calm face, Berger took a bottle from his bosom and placed it on the table.

"Wait a minute." Shopkeeper Chen's face was unshocked, and he sat directly opposite Berger, reaching out to pick up the bottle.

He gently opened the cap and glanced at it, then sniffed it, slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he looked at Berger.

"Red grade spiritual liquid, ten coins, how many do you have?"

Seeing the hesitation on Berger's face, Shopkeeper Chen said with a smile: "After all, it is the lowest level of spiritual liquid, and its efficacy is average, which is similar to the Rejuvenation Pill, and ten coins is already the highest price that Qiankun Pavilion can give." ”

"Of course, if you have a higher-grade spiritual liquid, the price will definitely not disappoint you, last month, someone brought an orange-level spiritual liquid, and Qiankun Pavilion directly gave a price of one hundred dollars."

Berger took a sip of tea gently, he was already very satisfied with the price of the elixir, there were seven grades of the elixir, which were red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.

The higher the level of the spiritual liquid, the more difficult it is to refine, and it will even take one's own life, and the high-grade spiritual liquid is more difficult to refine than the elixir.

"Forgive me for taking the liberty of asking, did you refine this elixir?" Shopkeeper Chen was very patient and gave the other party enough time to think about it.

"No, but I still have nine bottles of these elixirs, and I'm going to sell them all." Berger shook his head and spoke slowly.

"Of course, do you need me to arrange for someone to send you back to pick it up?" Shopkeeper Chen enthusiastically said that it was not bad to achieve such a business worth a hundred dollars.

"No need, I'll just go back and get it myself, Shopkeeper Chen I want to ask, do you sell martial arts here?" Berger politely declined the other party's kindness, and he asked seriously.

"I can't see it, you're still a martial artist, do you have any requirements for martial arts?" Shopkeeper Chen was happy in his heart, maybe he could still make a business.

"What is the price of martial arts?" Berger hurriedly asked, and from the other party's words, he could be sure that there were martial arts for sale here.

"Ranging from a few hundred coins to a few thousand coins, this is only for yellow-level martial arts and Xuan-level martial arts, as for earth-level martial arts and heaven-level martial arts, they are priceless!"

Shopkeeper Chen seemed to sense that the other party's desire to buy was not strong, so he only made a brief introduction.

"So, what martial arts are there here?" As soon as he heard the price, Berger lost his confidence, he was just a little curious.

"There are only a few copies of yellow-level martial arts, and the way is very clean, but the price, the cheapest one costs five hundred yuan." Shopkeeper Chen patiently replied that he wanted to complete the business of the spiritual liquid as soon as possible.

"It's five hundred dollars." Berger felt powerless, and his face showed pity.

"Guest, I can see that you really want to buy it, if it's because of the price, there is a broken martial art in the store, it can't judge the grade, it has been idle, if you want it, I can sell it to you cheaply." Shopkeeper Chen said seriously.

"How much?" Berger didn't even think about it.

Shopkeeper Chen looked at the other party's eager expression, and reminded kindly again: "Guest, you must be clear that the so-called broken martial arts means that you have a high chance of getting nothing, and there is still a risk. ”

"In fact, the martial arts sold in this pavilion are all rubbed with photocopy stones, which are one-time consumables, that is to say, there is only one chance to participate in enlightenment, and it all depends on personal comprehension, and it is not responsible for whether it succeeds or not."

"I know all of this, Shopkeeper Chen, how much do you plan to sell that broken martial art?" Berger nodded, looking at the other with gratitude.

"A hundred coins." Shopkeeper Chen spit out a few words softly.

"Deal, I'll go get the rest of the Ire." Berger stood up.

It wasn't too far from his quarters, and it didn't take much time to get back and forth, and Berger got his hands on a photocopy stone, a smooth stone the size of a goose egg, covered with irregular patterns.

"As long as the guest drops a drop of blood on the photograph stone, he can start to comprehend the martial arts, there is only one chance, if you need to cultivate immediately, I can arrange a quiet room for you."

Shopkeeper Chen suggested, he was also curious about what kind of martial arts would be in it, but he also knew in his heart that no one would usually do this.

"Thank you, I won't bother you."

"Okay, good luck then."

Shortly after Berger left, a dark shadow appeared in the room.

"I only have one request, to make sure that those spiritual liquids are not refined by him." Shopkeeper Chen's face suddenly became serious, and he commanded coldly.

"I understand, shopkeeper, please rest assured." After speaking, the black shadow disappeared directly out of thin air.

Life is really full of ups and downs, and on the way back, Berger walked extremely easily, and was able to refine the red-level spiritual liquid, and those so-called problems were all solved, and there was still a month to refine several batches of spiritual liquid.

"Heyan old thing, I want you to look good sooner or later."

Back at Fuling Fang, Berger directly closed the door, he was ready to participate in the martial arts in the photocopy stone, he didn't want to be disturbed, for the sake of insurance, he hid directly in the room where the medicine was refined.

"There is time, first deal with the medicinal herbs."

He wanted to take care of both refining and cultivating, and according to the recipe, Berger took out a portion of the medicinal materials that had been processed from each of those jars.

With special water, slowly put into the stove, the order of these medicinal materials can not be sloppy, once there is a mistake, the light herbs will be burned, and the heavy ones will be fried.

Familiarly lit the flint, Berger had to spend his mind controlling the fire to burn, and after about half a burn of incense, the simmering fire in the stove also burned, and he was relieved.

"It's time to go."

Expectant, Berger sat cross-legged in front of the fire, carefully holding the photocopy stone, biting his finger directly and pressing it against the stone.

He only felt that the world was spinning for a while, and he found himself in a strange space, and three big characters appeared in front of him.

"Burn yourself."

Immediately after, dense texts appeared one after another, and Berger even saw some pictures, and some strange voices also came into his ears.

Kenneth !!

As a sharp whistle sounded and was impacted, Berger instantly lost all consciousness, and the words, images, and sounds came to an abrupt halt.

"This is the disadvantage of being broken, not being able to show the full martial arts."

When Berger came to his senses, the photoseal stone in his hand had turned to powder, and his clothes were covered with blood, which showed how dangerous the impact had just been.

"Burn yourself, I only remember the method of spitting." Berger smiled self-deprecatingly, it seemed that this time it was a big loss.

After all, it was a bargain, and he had already prepared in advance, and as the flames burning in the furnace became brighter, he was about to try to cultivate the burning body Berger suddenly became vigilant, and he hurriedly got up on the spot.

I saw a black shadow hanging upside down on the roof behind him, which was fading silently at this time, and it looked very strange.

"Who is it?"

With a loud shout, Berger looked around, and found nothing unusual, and he hurried into the courtyard.

"It's dangerous, I'm quite vigilant, but I don't need to be sure anymore."

In a quiet alley away from the Blessing Place, a dark figure appeared against the wall, and he took off his turban, revealing a slightly cold face.

"It seems that the shopkeeper is not a fuel-efficient lamp." A strange smile crossed Berger's face, and he looked at his hands again.

"Lin Canghai, you still have a long way to go, I hope you will become a strong man."