Chapter 732: smells good

"Brother Li, that's an eight-level spirit pill!"
Zhang Pinghuo couldn't help but remind one more sentence.
"Uh, Brother Zhang, I know this is an eight-level spirit pill!" Li Zhen was depressed, I refined it myself, can I not know?
"Then you..." Zhang Pinghuo really didn't know what to say.
"I made it by myself and can be used as food at critical moments!"
For example, before, the young man Jing Wuqing could fight hard with two monster beasts because of such a little water source. If he had a spirit pill, would he have to work so hard?
"puff!"
You refined it yourself?
Are you sure you didn't tease me?
Those disciples of Wan Jianzong only twitched, and Li Zhen's face was really not so thick, and it could catch up with the walls of Wan Jianzong!
Alchemist, can that be achieved by ordinary people?
Besides, there is a very common phenomenon in the martial arts world, that is, alchemists may have a very high cultivation base. After all, there are a lot of spiritual pills to eat, but their combat power is very low.
But when I think about it, I can understand that they have put all their energy on studying how to refine the spirit pill, how can they still have the energy to improve their combat power?
But Li Zhen is different!
The eighth rank has killed the real king realm powerhouse, what a record of breaking!
Zhang Pinghuo’s cultivation base is very high, but facing Li Zhen, he estimates that he can only kneel down. Even so, he can achieve this level of combat power because of his diligent study and hard training, which put all his energy into it. Cultivation is here.
There are not many people who can recognize the Eight-Rank Spirit Pill. Li Zhen glanced at Zhang Pinghuo in surprise, but he had no idea about the preciousness of the Eight-Rank Pill, and he took out another one, very satisfied. Put it in your mouth.
"Um...very good! It tastes good!"
This kind of taste really made people linger, making Li Zhen couldn't help taking out another one.
Seeing that Li Zhen was about to stuff his mouth again, Zhang Pinghuo and Jing Ruqing couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help hurriedly stopping him: "Don't eat!"
Li Zhen's hand froze in the air.
"This is the Eight-Rank Spirit Pill!"
Jing ruthless face of grief and anger, and sullenly roared: "One can save a life! If you want to cultivate, you can use the real blood you collected. Taking a spiritual pill to practice...It's too wasteful! "
A violent thing!
Those disciples of Wan Jianzong are also deeply sick and sick!
This is simply heinous!
Eight-Rank Spirit Pill Practice!
That's the Eight-Rank Spirit Pill!
Only when the cultivation base is about to break through or the life is threatened can the effect of taking it be maximized.
But in such a while, how many pills did Li Zhen eat?
Frustrated!
Zhang Pinghuo and others shook their heads!
Let's not talk about the price of this thing, because the eight-level spirit pill is simply a fetish with a price and no market.
Li Zhen's expression stepped down when he heard this, why did he still think?
True blood has other functions, how can it be wasted on cultivation.
And what resources have the taste and spirit pill?
Putting the pill in his hand into his mouth under the fierce gaze of everyone, he smiled faintly: "It's okay, I can refine this thing at any time. Although there are not many pills, there are hundreds of pills. ."
"..."
"A few hundred?"
Everyone was pierced into despair again, are you talking human words?
There are a few Eight-Rank Spirit Pills, which can only be obtained by big forces, you are good, a few hundred!
But thinking of the ‘hands’ that Li Zhen put in his mouth before...
Well, they believed it!