Zhao Xianwen listened to Leopard Eleven's detailed explanation of the origin of this spirit grass, and he was not angry, and said in his sawing voice: "Little friend, I don't know if you might recognize what kind of spirit grass this is?"

This spirit grass didn't even know the leopard eleven who got it, but Zhao Xianwen had picked it up in a lone fragment, and the fragment had been destroyed by him, and he believed that no one could recognize it except himself.

And this spirit grass is also in the remuneration he negotiated with Leopard Eleven, as long as he can successfully station on the demon clan's lake island and replace Hailan to become the core alchemist of the demon clan. This matter is not easy, even if Hailan's alchemy is not as good as many alchemists of the human race, but the demon race does not trust the human race.

It's just that now the opportunity has come, the battle with the demon clan requires a large number of high-grade pills, and with Hailan, a six-grade high-level alchemist, it is obviously not enough to meet the needs of the high-level of the demon clan. Even if he can't fully trust him, I'm afraid that he will still accept him, and even beg him for alchemy, as long as he shows enough alchemy ability.

Li Mo had already thoroughly studied the appearance of this spirit grass, and this spirit grass made her feel very familiar. Some of them are like the grass that grows densely on the stone wall of the strange abyss after she turned into a black dragon. It's just that in that abyss, the grass is all black, with the smell of death, decay and poison.

Luoluo said that the name of those grasses is Barren Roots, and they can only grow in the boundless abyss.

Li Mo looked at Zhao Xianwen and asked, "Old man, I don't know if I can take down this spirit grass and take a look?"

Zhao Xianwen didn't mind showing his demeanor at such a time, and spread out his black-gloved hand: "Please?"

When this purple spirit grass fell into Li Mo's palm, an extremely strong breath from the sun came from the palm of his hand, but in this strong aura, Li Mo still felt a faint trace of abyssal aura, the despair of death, decay and resentment.

There was a hint of shock in her eyes, but she quickly covered it up, and at the same time, she also understood why this spirit grass was purple. This is the kind of barren root that grows in the boundless abyss, but because it absorbs the essence of the sun, it turns purple, and it has more masculinity.

Why was the barren root that could only grow in the abyss obtained by Leopard Eleven, could its growth be related to the appearance of the demon race? Li Mo did not forget the possessiveness in Zhao Xianwen's eyes when he took out this barren root, why did he want this thing, did he really know what it was?

Aragen is highly poisonous to both the human race and the demon race, and perhaps they have another name, the gift of death. Its purple beauty and masculinity are just its perfect disguise.

However, the desolate root is not suitable for poisoning people, because only if people are willing to refine it, it can exert the effect of the god of death, and it will take a long time. This is contrary to the surprise and quick effect of the poison.

Seeing Li Mo staring at this purple spirit grass for so long, Zhao Xianwen felt that her next sentence should be to admit defeat. But after waiting for a long time, Li Mo still didn't say a word, and just kept staring at the spirit grass.

I couldn't help but speak: "Can the children see what this is?" If you see it, please say it directly, everyone is in a hurry." ”

Every time he listens to him, Li Mo feels very uncomfortable, how can there be such an ugly sound in the world, everyone is a monk, and they can transmit sound directly, otherwise it is better to use ventriloquist than to pollute people's eyes like this.

She sent the spirit grass back into the sky, where everyone could see it, and plucked out her ears. She was also hesitant to tell the true face of this spirit grass.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Luoluo giving her a look: "At this time, the stakes are very important, even if you want to say it, it can't come out of your mouth, otherwise it will be difficult to explain why you know." ”

Li Mo didn't pay much attention to winning or losing in this competition, after all, there was no bet if he won, so he said very shamefully: "I don't know this spiritual grass, but please let the old man explain it to me, if you don't know this spiritual grass yourself, then I won't admit defeat." ”

Zhao Xianwen thought he was a very gentleman and said: "This is natural, this spirit grass was also seen by the old man on a fragment by chance, otherwise I really don't know it." Its name is Sun Moon Grass, and everyone sees that its leaves are moon-shaped, but it can absorb the essence of the sun, hence the name. When the sun and moon grass grows purple all over its body, it means that it has matured, and the yang qi contained in it can remove the yin poison from the body and have the effect of prolonging life.

Although this Sun Moon Grass has no grade, adding some other pure yang spirit materials can refine a seven-grade Golden Yang Pill, and the effect is doubled······"

He then talked about the growth habits of this spirit grass, the use of alchemy, etc., and made those demon clans stunned, Li Mo sighed that his ability to talk nonsense was really amazing. If this acting skill is reborn in modern times, he can be an actor.

That look, as if he would really take this barren root to practice Dan.

Li Mo felt that he had said before that he had a bad temperament, and the good pill he refined might be a poison pill, and he really didn't wronged him.

I just wanted to refute him, but there was a flash of inspiration in my mind. Could it be that he wasn't lying, but really thought that the spirit grass was called the Sun Moon Grass, what were the effects?

Actually, he was right, all of them were special gifts from Arone before harvesting the monk's life. I want you to experience the pleasure of improving your cultivation, increasing your longevity, and doubling your body, and I will kill you when you are happy.

Li Mo's eyes rolled, she knew that the toxins in Zhao Xianwen's style had not been cleaned up, otherwise she would not be able to sense it, and maybe it would affect his longevity. He really wants to use this barren root to refine the pill and detoxify himself to replenish his longevity, in this case, he can't demolish him.

After Zhao Xianwen finished speaking, Li Mo immediately said with admiration: "The old man really deserves to be an old man, you can know such a remote spirit grass, it is really knowledgeable, just in your eyes, I am really not afraid of encountering treasures anymore." I lost convincingly in this game. ”

As he spoke, Li Mo raised his glass and saluted him, and drank it all. There was no wine in her glass at all, it was the spiritual juice she had ordered the little banshees to prepare for her in the past two days.

In front of everyone's eyes, Zhao Xianwen will not be unable to get along with her in this etiquette. I also picked up the wine glass and drank it all. His glass was empty, but the little banshee, who was still standing next to him, poured him another full glass, and used the pot of wine with leftover soup.

This is also a coincidence, Li Mo's toxin not only harmed his body, but even his sense of taste was ruined, and he couldn't drink anything wrong with this wine at all. And the little banshee who poured the wine saw that the guest drank the wine without any difference, so she continued to pour him wine even more diligently. I thought to myself that this pot was only poured for him, and as long as he drank the wine, no one would ever find out that she had done her wrong work.