After Wang Mu walked around the bluestone square, he found that there were seven or eight monks in a place surrounded by someone selling Qi Gathering Pills to increase cultivation. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A sign next to this stall reads: "One bottle of Qi Gathering Pill is ten pills, fifty spirit stones, or exchanged for an elixir that increases cultivation equally." ”

The Qi Gathering Pill is generally only suitable for Quenching Body Realm monks, and the more Qi Gathering Pill is taken, the weaker the effect on the monk will be later on. There is a common sense in the cultivation world that if a monk only takes one pill to increase his cultivation, his body will naturally produce a kind of resistance after a long time, so most monks will choose a variety of elixirs to take together.

When Wang Mu saw more than ten jade bottles on this stall, he couldn't help but be stunned.

There were also three bottles of Qi Gathering Pill in the storage bag that Tang Lei gave him, but they were all saved by Xiao Leizi from tightening his belt from his monthly supply of spirit pills, and three bottles were one hundred and fifty spirit stones!

"Can I test this Qi Gathering Pill?" said a man with a Chinese face on the spotter.

The owner of the stall selling Qi Gathering Pills was a young man in a green robe, and he looked quite handsome, he glanced at this big man, and when he saw that he was a cultivator of the sixth layer of the Quenching Body Realm, he nodded his head.

The man with the face of the Chinese character was overjoyed, he approached a little closer, picked up a jade bottle from the stall, unscrewed the mouth of the bottle and took it to his nose and sniffed it gently.

"The Dan fragrance is pure, condensed but not dispersed, and it can be regarded as a fine product in the lower grade Qi Gathering Pill!" Dahan praised, and then took out a hundred spirit stones from his arms and said, "I'll buy two bottles!"

The blue-robed man glanced at it and put away the hundred spirit stones, while the big man with the national character face turned around and left with two bottles of Qi Gathering Pill.

Seeing that someone made a move, there were only a few bottles of Qi Gathering Pill left on the stall, and those onlookers couldn't sit still anymore, and you and I instantly swept away the Qi Gathering Pill on the stall with one bottle and three bottles.

In less than a cup of tea, the man in the green robe closed his stall and walked towards the palace in the valley.

Wang Mu was also secretly surprised in his heart, the popularity of this Qi Gathering Pill among low-level cultivators seemed to be far more than that.

"Old pot, I have an idea!" Wang Mu's heart moved, and he suddenly said.

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Wang Mu returned the same way he came, and finally stopped in front of a stall selling elixirs.

The owner of this stall is an unknown man wearing a black canopy, Wang Muling looked into it but was bounced back by an invisible prohibition, and then the old man happened to spread the voice: "The hundred-year-old golden ginseng on the stall is the main medicine for refining the Qi Gathering Soup!"

Juqi soup is one of the hundreds of soup recipes given to Wang Mu by the old pot, and Wang Mu, who has just slipped away, has already bought some auxiliary medicines from others, but this main medicine is only found in the entire bluestone square of the century-old golden ginseng!

"How do you sell this century-old golden ginseng?" Wang Mu stepped forward and asked.

The man in the black hood didn't answer, only pointed to a small sign next to him with his finger, and immediately ignored Wang Mu.

"Hundred-year-old golden ginseng, worth one hundred and fifty spirit stones, please take a detour for a counteroffer!"

After Wang Mu finished reading that line of small words, he scolded in his heart: "Profiteer!"

A hundred-year-old golden ginseng can generally only refine three bottles of Qi Gathering Pill at most, and this golden ginseng will be priced at one hundred and fifty spirit stones, no wonder no one cares about it after such a long time. After all, this alchemy is also risky, if it succeeds, it's fine, once the refining fails, won't it be a loss?

One hundred and fifty spirit stones, this is almost half of Wang Mu's net worth, but if he doesn't buy this golden ginseng, his plan will be ruined, which Wang Mu also can't accept!

Staring at the golden ginseng, Wang Mu had a plan.

"Fellow Daoist, your golden ginseng is expensive. Wang Mu squatted down and pointed to the golden ginseng on the stall and said: "You see that the roots of this golden ginseng have a lot of withering, and there are scars on this side, presumably this golden ginseng was accidentally scratched when picking, so that the alchemy rate will be discounted a lot!"

The man in the black hood was originally impatient, but when Wang Mu said this, he half-believed and said, "Does such a small scar also affect alchemy?"

Wang Mu's expression was straight, and he replied: "Fellow Daoists, I don't know, the basis of this alchemy is to select the elixir, whether it is the year, color or quality, the elixir will affect the alchemy ......."

The black-cloaked man was dumbfounded: "Could it be that Daoyou is still an alchemist?"

Wang Mu pretended to blush, but waved his hand and said, "Don't dare to be, I just know a little about the skin!"

The black-cloaked man groaned, and finally said: "This hundred-year-old golden ginseng has a minimum of one hundred and thirty spirit stones, if you want it, you can take it, and the price can't be less!"

Wang Mu was overjoyed in his heart, but he still said with a calm expression: "Okay, just follow Daoyou!"

After the delivery of the spirit stone, Wang Mu got this hundred-year-old golden ginseng as he wished, and this scene happened to be seen by the old man of the pot, and he couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "It's really useless, don't you save twenty spirit stones, look at your happy smile!"

Wang Mu's expression was straight, he carefully put away the golden ginseng, and said seriously: "Twenty spirit stones is a lot, what about half a bottle of Qi Gathering Pill!"

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An hour later, on the bluestone square of this valley, there was an additional elixir stall.

There was also a small sign next to the stall, which read: "Medium-grade Qi Gathering Spirit Liquid, twenty spirit stones per bottle!"

The owner of this stall is naturally Wang Mu, but at this time he is wearing a black cloak, but he doesn't want him to see his appearance clearly.

This qi-gathering spiritual liquid is actually a pot of spiritual soup refined by Wang Mu with an immortal pot, and the fifteen bottles of spiritual liquid that can only be exchanged for a century-old golden ginseng.

As Wang Mu expected, not long after he set up his stall, he came over and watched a few people, but when they saw that Wang Mu was not selling a Qi Gathering Pill but a kind of Qi Gathering Spiritual Liquid that they had never heard of, many of them shook their heads and left, after all, most people were still a little resistant from the bottom of their hearts to let them buy an unfamiliar pill.

However, Wang Mu was not in a hurry, the Quenching Body Realm monks who participated in the Black Dragon Little Meeting were far more than what he had seen in this bluestone square.

As the saying goes, if you don't know that no one buys it, you are afraid that there will be no goods to sell!

"Fellow Daoist, the price of your spiritual liquid is not low, is it the same as the effect of the Qi Gathering Pill?" After a while, someone finally stopped in front of Wang Mu's stall and asked.

Wang Mu responded hoarsely: "Taking my spiritual liquid can increase the cultivation of the cultivators of the Quenching Body Realm, and the monks in the late stage of the Quenching Body Realm can also have a certain effect if they take this spiritual liquid!"

The man's eyes lit up, but he was surprised: "Is this true?"

On the contrary, the crowd around them who were waiting to see Wang Mu's joke about selling the spiritual liquid was full of sighs.

Wang Mu was silent at this time, just stared at the young monk in front of him, he was wearing a white robe, he was about in his early twenties, and his cultivation was at least above the eighth layer of the Quenching Realm.

"Fellow Daoist, I believe what you said, I wonder if you can let me take a look at this spiritual liquid?" the young monk asked solemnly, ignoring the people.

"Of course you can!" Wang Mu replied, but he was a little apprehensive in his heart.

"Brother, don't worry. There will be no problem with this spiritual liquid, don't you still believe that you are the old man?"

The young man took a bottle at random from the stall, and then twisted the mouth of the bottle slightly, and a rich scent of Dan wafted out.

"Smack!"

A storage bag was thrown directly on the stall, only to hear the young monk say with a straight expression: "I want all the spiritual liquid in this stall!"