At the beginning, their Fu family tried their best to gather 10,000 spirit stones, and it would take forty years, and for a while, Fu Shiyi couldn't help but be in a trance, and muttered to himself:

"No wonder the old saying goes, murder and arson, gold belts. ”

But.

It's a job of pinning your head to the waistband of your trousers.

Fu Shiyi quickly brushed this thought away. If she does too much of this kind of thing, it will definitely not be beneficial to the cultivation of the Great Dao, and she feels that she can feel at ease only by relying on her own step by step.

"Father, what do you think of the things in the Wen family's storage bag and the storage bag when the time comes, we will all take them to the underground trading black market and dispose of them?"

Fu Siyuan and the sixth sister were registering the spiritual herb elixir in the wooden box, and they involuntarily stopped when they heard the words.

Fu Siyuan was a little reluctant:

"It's just a storage bag, we keep it, I'm afraid that the people of the Wen family will see the clues, but the elixir and spirit grass in it, I don't think it can be sold for much price in the black market, it's better for us to keep it for our own use, patriarch, what do you say?"

Fu Zhihong pondered for a while before he spoke:

"Restart the alchemy hall, I mentioned it thirty years ago, but there has been no spirit stone before, so the alchemy room cannot be built, and now there is the income of the forbidden land basin, it is estimated that it is enough to build an alchemy peak, and it just so happens that our clan also produced several good seedlings of alchemy three years ago, and there will definitely be a lot of demand for this elixir in the future, so this elixir should stay." These are all freshly picked in the Forbidden Basin, and there should be no hidden dangers. ”

Fu Shiyi was just too careful.

Seeing that everyone spoke in unison.

She thought about it for herself and thought it was reasonable, so she nodded in agreement.

The second storage bag looked much poorer, except for a third-order flying sword magic weapon and six third-order burst charms, there were only a dozen or so wooden boxes containing second-order spirit herb elixirs, and the overall value added up to less than eight thousand spirit stones.

"That's a big difference. ”

Fu Siyuan was a little disappointed.

This net worth is almost equal to that of these poor people from the barbarian land.

Fu Shiyi said:

"It is estimated that his magic weapons and spells are all in the battle, and they are consumed, you look at us, don't we have nothing left on our bodies. But no matter what, this storage bag is worth at least nine thousand spirit stones, and it adds up to almost twenty thousand spirit stones, which is worth several years of income in our clan. ”

Fu Siyuan smiled for a moment:

"Yes, I'm too greedy. ”

Seeing this, Fu Zhihong nodded with satisfaction.

When the third storage bag was opened, the counting speed was much faster, this storage bag was a little better than the former, but it was not as good as the first one, but there was a fourth-order artemisia grass.

Artemisia was of no great use to monks.

But for demon beasts, it has a fatal attraction.

Fu Zhihong:

"This artemisia grass is not common, the fourth-order one, it is even rarer, and it is auctioned on the black market, if you meet a monk who specializes in hunting, it should be able to sell it for a good price. ”

It's a matter of luck!

The fourth-order Artemisia Grass is enough to usher in a fourth-order demon beast, and its strength is equal to that of a Jiedan monk. Those who can use this artemisia grass are all high-level monks, but it is not that they can be contaminated by these foundation-building cultivators, and for that kind of person, their net worth will naturally be much richer than theirs. But the people they participated in the hunt this time were all foundation building monks, and the only ones who were interested in bidding were the children of that family. They can also honor their elders when they take it back to their clan.

"There's only one last storage bag left. ”

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