Chapter 1911: too expensive

I tried to expel this poison, but as soon as I left a little bit, it will soon spread again. In this way, I want to dispel all the poisons by spiritual power or gold needles. I don't know how long it will take.
I frowned and thought for a moment, and my eyes closed and entered the space.
"Oh, hey, you are coming, that's great. The bird is hungry, and I will cook something for me. The stock of the Lingxiao Temple has been eaten up by me."
The black line, the stupid bird, is even more edible than the egg and the little golden dragon. I don't know how she slaps the big bird, how to eat so much food.
She waved her hand: "I am in a hurry now, cooking things will be said later. Xiaohong, I ask you one thing..."
Saying, I briefly described the condition of An Ling's illness. "In the Siamese mainland, there is no elixir that can curb the endless breeding of this toxin."
The little red bird dragged the bird's head with its wings, and squinted with red eyes and thought for a while: "There is a dragon fruit. This fruit can contain all the spiritual substances in a short time, although only half an hour. But completely big enough that you cleared the toxins."
"However, this dragon fruit is more rare than the condensate fruit, although it is not particularly useful, but the annual output is really too little. So the price is estimated to be very expensive! I forgot the specific price, it is better than you Asking for the spiritual domain, but certainly not less than 100,000 crystals."
The rumor was almost awkward and his face was dark.
How is she always in short supply? Will the price of this Siamese mainland be too expensive? Anyone who wants a spiritual grass will have more than ten thousand crystals. How does this poor person live?
Depressed is depressed, but An Ling’s life cannot be saved.
I thought about it and brought along the six-medicine medicine that I had just refining and successfully entered the spiritual field.
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At this time, the spiritual domain.
In the auction house of Cheng Jun, Chen Guanzheng is sorting out the list of today's auctions as usual.
Suddenly, the ringing bells of the bells came from outside the door, and soon a figure drove straight into the situation without anyone reporting it.
Chen Guanzhen stunned, but when he looked up, he saw a man wearing a white silk embroidered silver moiré robes, a headed jade crown, and a handsome and elegant man appeared in the room.
Chen Guanwu slightly squinted, and then greeted him with a smile: "Long Feng Gongzi, what wind blows you?"
It turned out that this person is ranked second in the Fighting Skills standings, and Changfeng Gongzi, the eighth son of the Grandson's Champion, is Qu Changfeng.
Qu Changfeng’s external image has always been a cold and arrogant turbidity son, talking to strangers and never talking nonsense. Because of this personality, his excellent appearance, and the strength that is only inferior to zero, he is greatly admired by the female practitioners in the spiritual field.
Therefore, this time facing Chen’s courtesy, Qu Changfeng said straight away:
Is this kind of medicinal medicine, do you have any auction houses?

I saw a gray medicinal herb in the palm of Qu Changfeng, with the mark of five products on it.
Chen Guanwu questioned and took the medicinal herbs to look at it, and smelled it again, only hesitated: "This is, Wupin Runmai?"
He can't help but hesitate. If it's just five products, it's more in the refining field. It's even more unnecessary to ask the auction house.
Sure enough, Qu Changfeng shook his head and said: "This is not an ordinary Runmai."
His words were concise, but he pointed to a certain place of the drug.