Chapter 892: Pick whatever

All the members of the Axe Gang were abolished and their cultivation bases were abandoned overnight. As for the people who were in the West Street, they all knew about it, but most people just heard about it, and they had seen the kid who was good at beating with their own eyes.
Now, isn't it just the one in front, with a pure and harmless face, holding a bald head, and eating sesame seeds?
The child looked harmless, but the method was so dare not to peek at it. Although it did not hurt people's lives, it abolished the cultivation base, but it was more miserable than killing them directly, especially the people who were offended by the Axe Gang. But many, or else, once they heard that their strength was abolished, within a day, all members of the Axe Gang disappeared in this city.
Where did it go? Hehe, who will care? What they are more curious now is, what is this kid doing in West Street again? Is it shopping?
Tangning ate the cakes while shopping at the street stalls, not caring how those people looked at her. When she walked from the street to the end of the street and came to a small stall selling elixir, she stopped and knelt down to take a look.
"Hey, young man, do you want to buy a panacea? Look, I'm all a good panacea, and the price is cheaper than the medicine store." The monk who set up a stall said, his eyes rolled on the child's body a bit.
"Fifty spirit stones a plant, you can pick one?" Tangning squatted aside, looking at the wooden sign he placed beside.
"Hey, yes, if the young man buys more, I can give you one." The monk said, picking up a plant and introducing it: "This plant is a 50-year-old ginseng, look at it. This root, this appearance, that is first-rate."
Tangning looked at the ground ginseng in his hand and nodded, "Well, it's really top-notch."
The monk's eyes lit up and he said, "The little boy, take one?"
"You pick any of these, all fifty spirit stones?" She asked again.
"Yes, young man pick it out! I still have a gift box here, and I can give it to you for free." He took out a box of elixir and waited beside him.
Tangning glanced at him and ate the small piece of sesame seed left in his hand. After wiping his hands, she picked out seven elixir.
And every time the monk saw him pick up a potion, he raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes were anxious, and his face had changed slightly.
"Well, just these seven plants!" She took out three hundred and fifty spirit stones and placed them on the booth, and said, "The box is no longer needed."
"No, Young Master, I won't sell this, this elixir, sorry!" He said, he wanted to reach out and retrieve the elixir, but the other side shrank his hand and avoided it.
"Buy it and leave it." Tangning said leisurely, and glanced at him: "It's too late to say not to sell now."
"It's because I don't know, I didn't even think about it, you see, you return this elixir to me, I..."
The monk really wanted to cry without tears. He thought he could slaughter a lump sum, but he met someone who was proficient in medicinal materials. There were nearly a hundred medicinal plants on his stall, and only those seven were real. , Who knows that seven plants have been picked away, three hundred and fifty spiritual stones? He got it to death.
"You want to bully me for being a child?" Tangning stared and stood up: "I haven't heard that the things sold can be recovered!"
"I told you not to sell it, do you want to find..." Before typing, a cultivator next to him pulled his sleeve to stop him.