However, refining the vitality does not mean that the lifespan will increase immediately, it will only nourish the body and let the spiritual energy of the outside world be transformed into its own power. The real life extension is in the period of gasification, which is also called the foundation building period.

And the Liquid Pill, if the original Li Meng's knowledge is correct, it is such an existence.

Seeing the liquid pill, Li Meng stretched out his hand on the spot. I don't know how many people have been in the way of the monk's foundation, and it is not a bad thing to add an extra insurance to himself.

However......

"That bottle has expired. ”

Just as Li Meng was about to take it off, the voice of the old janitor sounded directly in Li Meng's ears.

"This is the storehouse, the distribution center for the things that the inner door doesn't want, do you think it would appear here if this liquid pill was still effective?"

Truly!

Li Meng withdrew his hand.

Although the Liquid Pill is not a Tsukidan, it does have the miraculous effect of transforming the true element into spiritual liquid. Even if it's an inner door, it's not common.

Li Meng looked at it at this time, and then found that there were mold spots on the shelves of this warehouse.

You must know that this is the world of monks, although the world of monks cannot be dirty and impure, but mildew, but only when its aura is exhausted!

"Thank you, senior!"

I could only pick up one thing, and I almost took a scrap item myself. This is the world of monks, not the earth, and you can return or exchange goods unconditionally within seven days.

For the old man's gratitude, Li Meng is naturally very sincere.

But the old man ignored him, as if it were not him who had just spoken.

Li Meng also gradually understood the old man's temperament, and after he sincerely thanked him, he did not get a response, and he did not have any dissatisfaction, but thanked him more sincerely, and continued to look for it.

The warehouse is worthy of being a warehouse, there is everything, and Li Meng even saw a lot of toys.

With Li Meng's inspection, Li Meng seemed to find that in addition to being neatly placed, it could be called a garbage dump.

Isn't it?

It's all used by others, or it's not needed, and of course it's garbage.

Fortunately, this garbage comes from the inner door, which means that there will always be good things in it.

With such a mood, Li Meng continued to search patiently.

Hard work pays off?

How can it be!

From the inner door to the storehouse, I don't know how many monks will pass through it, and if you want to pick up the leaks here, you are simply taking other monks as idiots.

Admittedly, some people's luck hangs through the cracks. But no matter how good luck is, it can't be made out of nothing.

After carefully inspecting all the things in the warehouse, Li Meng found that there were really few valuable ones.

A hundred knives, guns, clubs, and sharp weapons. The various exercises taken away by others are also about a hundred.

From this point of view, the mountain gate is completely deliberate, and the entire treasury is only prepared for the exercises of the top 100 disciples of the outer gate.

After Li Meng searched carefully, the real value here was a hundred sharp weapons, and no one took any of them, all of them were all exercises, so Li Meng's choice was too small.

The exercises in Li Meng's hands are a gun recipe, and there is also no gun recipe without any Tao rhyme. If it weren't for the gun, Li Meng wouldn't have taken it at all.

Among the weapons, there are also what Li Meng wants, guns, three-pointed knives and sticks, since there is a mark world, these three have almost become Li Meng's final choice.

But just having weapons and no corresponding magic tricks is useless.

After thinking about it, Li Meng still took the gun book.

Take the good things, and at this time the sky is already full of stars. Li Meng immediately went to register and apologized: "I'm sorry, senior, it's so late." ”

The old man obviously didn't care about the time Li Meng spent, so he directly took the pen and book, and waited for Li Meng to sign up, so he could write it down.

"I'm taking the middle flat gun trick. Li Meng signed up.

"What?" the old man was in a hurry, opened his mouth to speak, and immediately spewed out a breath of spiritual energy, and immediately sucked it through his nose.

"It's ...... Renbao!" Li Meng was taken aback.

According to the records of this world, the human race has made various attempts to develop its own magic weapon, among which there is a human treasure, that is, to make the human body into a magic weapon.

Renbao is not the first of the Terrans, its predecessor came from the Duobao Dao people.

It's just that the human race doesn't know what went wrong, and none of the people who have refined their bodies into magic weapons have succeeded.

On the contrary, because it absorbs a large amount of spiritual energy in its body, it cannot be controlled, and can only die step by step.

Of course, such an existence also has a name in the cultivation realm - a magic weapon.

There was once a humanoid magic weapon that ran to the enemy and blew itself up, and a mushroom cloud rose directly, and the people present died all at once.

In other words, this old man is simply a deterrent in the mountain gate.

If it is said that the number of cultivators is enough to ensure that the court does not dare to mess with the idea of the mountain gate, and the existence of the humanoid mushroom cloud makes even the big sects dare not bully and merge the small sects at will. Unless you can guarantee that the humanoid mushroom cloud won't kill you.

Of course, even if it can't kill you, you don't dare to mess around, because you still have a master, do you dare to guarantee that the disciples of the master will not die?

Merge a sect, but harm a disciple to death. No sect would do such a loss-making transaction.

"Seniors. ”

"Okay, if you choose, you can practice well. Be sure to cultivate the debut rhyme. Remember that marksmanship comes from the battlefield, and only the battlefield can condense the rhyme of the gun. ”

The old man was very excited, because Li Meng's book "Zhongping Gun Tips" was written by himself.

As a humanoid weapon, he had nothing to do, just to stay in the storehouse, waiting for an opportunity to be used, or the end of his life.

It was his fate, and the day he made his choice, it was doomed.

It's just that he is a little unwilling, he has been cultivating for many years, and what he has learned will be buried with him?

He chose disciples, but no one wanted to learn a gun, although the gun was more lethal, but it was not as attractive as the sword.

has good qualifications, and they all chose to learn swords and become a sword fairy. If the qualifications are not good, he can't look down on them. So he wrote down what he would know and left it for fate.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that it would be Li Meng who chose it.

"Okay! You can be regarded as fateful, go back and cultivate well, if you don't understand something, come and ask me. The old man was very happy.

He had already written the deliberate fake name "Zhongping Gun", but he was still singled out by Li Meng. What is this? This is fate! This is even more a recognition of oneself by God, and obviously God cannot bear to bury the "Three Talents Gun Technique" that he created.

"Yes, senior, I will cultivate seriously. Li Meng assured. Li Meng's assurances are sincere and calm.