After a day and a night of refining, Han Xing finally refined nearly twenty shadow warriors, although there was still one last step before he could truly exert the power of the divine servant - smelting the soul, but Han Xing still expressed his satisfaction.

This night gave him a deeper understanding of alchemy, coupled with the alchemy notes left by his predecessor Norton, Han Xing faintly felt that he was about to enter the intermediate alchemist.

Today is the first day of the official opening of Habakak Academy, and Han Xing happily went to school. Since the house he is currently renting is a little away from the Habakak Academy, Han Xing had to buy a carriage to travel, and Hogan, the ice god, had to be reduced to a coachman.

Habakak Academy is located in the middle of Senior's Castle, not very far from Hansung's small courtyard, and it doesn't take long to get there.

However, there was a shop on the street from the entrance of the academy that attracted him.

"Eston Ke Shop...... It's kind of familiar. Han Xing touched his chin and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Suddenly, he frowned, suddenly realized, and laughed: "Isn't this the shop that the third prince Harry said he would transfer to himself?" Hogan, park! Let's take a look at this shop. ”

Hearing Han Xing's order, Hogan immediately stopped the carriage.

"You wait for me here, I'll go in and take a look and come out!" Han Xing rushed to school, and he didn't plan what would happen after he went in, but just went to see what good things were there, and by the way, he checked the turnover of this store.

After finishing speaking, Han Xing stepped in!

Before he stepped into it, there was a thin old man, who looked very shrewd, and greeted him with a smile, "This young master, what do you need?" The small shop is genuine, and the children are not deceived! ”

"Can you give me a discount?" Han Xing's face was full of longing, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the old man.

"Uh...... Well, you can discuss this. ”

After receiving his reply, Han Xing began to wander around the shop. This is a shop that mainly sells alchemy materials, which is similar to the shop that Han Xing used to patronize.

On the shelves, there are some magic scrolls, alchemy materials, magic crystals, equipment armor, etc., each with a clear price on it, which is somewhat similar to the supermarket on the earth.

Han Xing is very satisfied with this.

Bright eyes scanned the store, although this shop is not very big, but there are still a lot of people in and out, it can be seen that the business here is quite good!

Just as Han Xing was about to leave, he suddenly broke into a ragged man, although he looked a little old, but he was still very strong, with a tall and stiff body, carrying a huge stick, and he didn't know what he was doing.

As soon as he came in, he went directly to the old man who had received Han Xing before, and then he didn't know what he was talking about.

Han Xing stood quietly in place, looking at the scene, he could clearly see the wrinkled lines on his face, and at the same time, he could hear his hoarse voice, and even feel that there was a tone of pleading in that voice.

His sad posture and ragged clothes, and the withered flowers and faded ribbons on his hat, seemed to be out of harmony.

Han Xing strode over, frowned and asked curiously, "What is the situation?" ”

The old man in the shop was a little hesitant when he was asked, but after a short time, he still said it.

It turned out that this beggar-like old man came in just to sell the wooden stick in his hand, and the selling price was very high, and he even asked for 50,000 gold coins. However, in the eyes of the old shopkeeper, this stick is simply an ordinary tree, and it seems to have no value......

"Oh, show it to me." After Han Xing finished speaking, he took the wooden stick in the beggar's hand, lowered his head and began to look at it, just as he started, a strong breath of life came out, and the vigorous vitality surged towards Han Xing, making Han Xing feel as if he had been reborn.

No way!

Han Xing felt that his heart was beating faster and faster, and the hand holding the wooden stick began to tremble...... This, this, is the branch of the tree of life?

Ah, this is too loser, who is it that actually cut down the branches of the tree of life?

At this moment, Han Xing was very excited, partly because he saw the legendary tree of life, and partly because he wanted to beat the beggar-like old man in front of him severely, and then sternly questioned the source of this branch!

"What do you think, young master? That's a good thing, it's really cheap. The old beggar looked at Han Xing, who had not reacted for a long time with a wooden stick, and a trace of inexplicability was born in his heart, and urged.

What do I think? I think I'll beat you up, the tyrannical guy! Hum!

Han Xing thought in his heart, but on the surface, his face did not change, and he smiled contemptuously: "What is this thing worth, pull it down, isn't it just a broken branch, it can only cost a thousand gold coins at most!" But—"

The old beggar didn't know the value of this wooden stick at all, and he thought that a thousand would be good, but he didn't speak, knowing that Han Xing still had something to say.

Han Xing saw him raise his head, knowing that he was beginning to be interested in what he was going to say, and smiled: "But if you can take out the whole tree that produces such branches, I can bid 100,000 gold coins!" After saying this, Han Xing's starry eyes were fixed on the old beggar, and he wondered if this old guy had a tree of life.

Sure enough, after hearing Han Xing's words, the old beggar looked ecstatic, but when he thought of something, he instantly calmed down again, and couldn't help shaking his head: "No, no, I don't have such a tree, I only have this wooden stick, if you don't buy it, forget it." As he spoke, the old beggar turned around and ran.

However, Han Xing had already hinted in his heart that Hogan, who was guarding outside, would catch him, so naturally he was not afraid of him running away.

Soon, Hogan walked in with the old beggar.

"How? Say, where is such a tree? Han Xing asked lightly.

"I don't know, I don't know!" The old beggar kept struggling and denying it.

"Well, I just want that tree, just to make a bow, are you so nervous?" Han Xing opened his mouth and sighed.

The old beggar stopped paying attention to Han Xing, turned his head to look at the old man in the shop, and prayed: "Boss, help me, this guy is making trouble in your shop, and it will affect your business a lot." If I come to your store to sell things, then I'll be your customer......"

Han Xing smiled at the old beggar and shrugged helplessly: "I'm sorry, the third prince Harry has already transferred this shop to me, so I am the owner of this shop!" ”