Therefore, for the Qibao Conference, the black market here is more sought after.

"Qi Gathering Pill, three gold coins and one grain, can help Xuan Ling enter the Xuan Soul, the price is cheap, the family uses, the effect is remarkable, buy more and give more, come and see it......"

"Hey...... Take a look! Don't miss the ...... The Soul Refining Pill can allow you to jump all the way from Xuanba to Xuanhuang, as long as you have a hundred gold coins...... It's hard to find...... If you want to buy it as soon as possible, the supply exceeds demand......"

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Amid the shouts one after another, various vendors scrambled to deliver the pills into the hands of passers-by.

Most of the people who come here are buying pills to improve the strength of the family, in a word, they call out tolerance.

The money in their hands is all public money, as long as they are fooled, money is definitely not a problem.

Therefore, the more people like Ling Luoyu dressed as inferior, the more they are treated.

Along the way, Ling Luoyu didn't know how many times he had been pulled.

At first, she refused with a smile, but then she simply pretended to be deaf with a cold face and couldn't hear, which made her clearer.

"Get out of the way ......"

A shout came from the front, and a thin figure flickered.

He is not very old, only twelve or thirteen years old, and he still looks like a tiger, and he is chubby and quite honest.

Behind him was an old man in his fifties, dressed in purple and black, with a fierce and hideous face.

"Stinky boy, stop me!!"

He poured out his anger several times and wanted to fight out, but because there were too many people around him, he didn't dare to use it after all.

The little fat dun was familiar with the road and flashed in front of the stalls, but he didn't hit any of them, which made the old man chasing after him even more annoyed.

"Stinky boy, if you don't stand up again, I'm really going to be angry!"

Seeing that the little fat dun was going farther and farther, the old man finally couldn't bear it anymore, and raised his hand to hit the Xuanqi.

"Boom!"

Little Fat Dun was instantly lifted away with a stall.

With a muffled snort, the little fat dun tumbled and fell to Ling Luoyu's feet, and a package in his hand was thrown out, and the contents fell out with it.

Suddenly, it turned out to be a human hand.

The "human hands" are pale, white as if they have been bleached, and the knuckles are distinct and full.

"Five-fingered white flower?!" Ling Luoyu's pupils shrank suddenly.

Five-fingered white flower, the flower of the tarsal bones of the demons.

The ancestor's pharmacopoeia once recorded through the five-fingered white flower.

Legend has it that in ancient times, there were three legs in the world, including man, demon and god.

After the death of the demon people, a kind of rotten fungus will grow on the bones, which will accumulate over time, and after tens of millions of years, it will become a rare elixir, called the five-fingered white flower.

The five-fingered white flower was five fingers when it was first born, and later gradually shrank into four fingers, three fingers, two fingers, and one finger as it absorbed the earth's yin energy and spiritual energy.

One finger is the most precious.

On the side of the pharmacopoeia, the ancestor deliberately took notes in cinnabar - the flower of the soul.

According to him, the five-fingered white flower is an elixir watered by the demon clan with his soul, and those who take it can get the power of the deceased demon clan.

At that time, when he saw these words, Ling Luoyu still didn't think so, and felt that the ancestor was a little exaggerated.

If you can get the power of the living by eating, then what else do you cultivate?

I just squeezed my head and went to find the five-fingered white flower.

Besides, when she said it to the Demon Divine Race, she was also a little skeptical, thinking that most of the people who made up this thing were invented, and she couldn't believe it all.

However, the five-fingered white flower in front of him was like a heavy hammer, striking Ling Luoyu's heart hard.

"There really is a five-fingered white flower ?!!"