Hancui Cliff, in the main hall.

On the other hand, the old man at the lion mouth grinned, and blood seemed to seep out of his extremely rosy lips, as if he had just eaten several living people alive.

Standing in front of Li Mofeng with his hands on his back, the old man from Shikou chuckled softly: "Look, I am obeying the rules. This battle is important. I will never 'kill without suing'."

"You Han Cuiya, you have a grudge against me in Jianmen! If you are a man of my usual temper, you have already killed all over the family with one sword. But in an extraordinary period, I abide by the rules, hehe, who has made a few real old immortals? They have personally left the spiritual realm and coordinated this battle?"

"So, I want to kill you all over Han Cuiya, and you must follow the rules!"

"Military orders are like mountains! Haha, military orders are like mountains! I like this word!"

"If you Han Cuiya cannot complete this order! If you cannot provide the elixir on this order in one year, you will definitely take action yourself and kill you without leaving any grass!"

The old man from Shikou gently patted Li Mofeng on the shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Remember my husband's name, Luo family lineage, Elder Jianjiu is me!"

Elder Jian Jiu gently patted Li Mofeng's shoulder three times, and each time he hit his fingers, a faint cold light flashed. Li Mofeng's body shook slightly, and every time he hit his internal organs, it seemed to be crushed by a millstone - and it was a millstone full of sharp barbs, which made him constantly rush backwards against blood.

After a last gentle pat, Li Mofeng was no longer able to swallow the blood.

He opened his mouth, and a blood arrow sprayed out along the gaps of his tightly closed teeth. Blood flowed down his chin, dyeing a white coat on his body red.

"Hehe!" Elder Jianjiu looked at Li Mofeng's dyed red clothes with satisfaction, and smiled and raised his hands and walked out of the hall with big hands. More than a dozen disciples of the Sword Sect looked at Li Mofeng with gloating, arrogantly, imitating Elder Jianjiu's style, raised his head, carried his hands behind his back, and walked out of the hall slowly with all directions.

Li Mofeng stood in the hall without moving.

The internal organs were so painful, but he was completely indifferent to paying attention to the severe pain in his body.

He was in a heavy mood, and his heart seemed to be fried in a pan of oil, and his body kept trembling slightly. The scroll suspended in front of him was like a boiling pan of oil, soaking his heart in it.

The number of elixir orders listed by Elder Jian Jiu is extremely large.

Not to mention other astonishing numbers, ordinary elixirs that can be regarded as astronomical numbers, such as various internal injuries, trauma healing elixirs, various auxiliary elixirs to eliminate poisons, and various irritating potential to force combat power to stimulate elixirs, etc.

These elixirs are of many types, tens of thousands of elixirs, and the order quantity of each elixir is more than tens of millions!

Li Mofeng gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes were scattered, his internal organs were in chaos, and his body was in severe injuries. What's more important is that he was in abnormal anxiety at this moment, his mental pressure was extremely high, and his mental loss was extremely heavy. His body was shaking slightly, and he almost fainted.

There are tens of thousands of elixirs, and the order quantity of each elixir is more than tens of millions!

This is just an ordinary middle and low-level spiritual pill. With the number of Han Cuiya’s disciples now, they are all three-headed and six-armed elixirs. It is impossible for them to refine so many middle and low-level spiritual pills in just one year!

Perhaps Chu Tian’s ability to refine alchemy is extremely powerful, or perhaps he and old alchemists such as Master Yen and may complete this order within one year!

But there is also a top-grade product with the same large number and a terrifyingly higher grade, and the best spiritual pill is waiting for Chu Tian and others!

There are 72 life-saving pills that can kill people with bones, and there are a total of 72 types, each of which is more than one million!

There are thirty-six kinds of elixirs that can heal the soul and heal the soul's injuries, each of which is more than one million.

The various high-end and top-level spiritual pills in Linlin are also an astronomical figure. With the alchemy level shown by Master Yen and other old alchemists on weekdays, the spiritual pills on this order will probably take them hundreds of years to complete!

Finally, Elder Jianjiu brazenly asked Han Cuiya to provide 120,000 Wannian Pills within one year!

The battle between monks will not harm the limbs, damage the origin, burn the soul, and damage the root. The Wannian Pill is the most effective elixir to supplement the root and strengthen the essence and blood. The higher the level of monks, the stronger the demand for the Wannian Pill.

For 120,000 pills of Wannian Pill, Li Mofeng looked at the last line of the scroll, and the types and quantities of pills indicated in large vermilion characters. He couldn't help but grin - this was really a killing, and he didn't give any room for anything.

So many ten thousand years of pills.

The war has broken out, and the prices of all the raw materials for pills on the market are soaring. Every household is stocking up raw materials for pills. You can't buy enough raw materials with enough spiritual crystals.

Especially popular elixirs like Wannian Dan, now you can purchase 10,000 Wannian Dan refining materials in major transportation routes and trade centers like Wufeng Canyon, even if you have the ability.

120,000 Ten Thousand Years Pills? Not to mention the difficulty of refining, Han Cuiya couldn’t even get enough materials for refining these elixirs.

"Tianshi!" Li Mofeng laughed bitterly, asking him to take care of various daily affairs. Li Mofeng, who was as careful as he was, was a good player, but he, Li Mofeng's small body, could not withstand such storms!

"Tianshi, you'd better come back quickly!" Li Mofeng shook his head. He didn't dare to turn around, for fear that Haihu would see the tragic situation of being beaten to vomit blood. He had to wait until Elder Jianjiu and others left Han Cuiya before he could go out to summon his disciples and discuss countermeasures.

He was afraid that if Haihu's angry teeth would suddenly start attacking if he saw his current appearance.

The disciples of the Sword Sect are extremely powerful, and Elder Jian Ninth is unpredictable in cultivation. Li Mofeng really dares to give them excuses to disturb trouble.

Elder Jianjiu walked out of the hall step by step, and he was in a happy mood to appreciate the beautiful and magnificent scenery of Hancui Cliff.

Especially the old Jingui, whose trunk is growing even bigger and the height of the tree is nearly ten thousand feet, made Elder Jianjiu admire him: "What an old Jingui, well, when things are done, this big tree will be transplanted under the sword peak where I am secretly cultivating, and I think it will be of great benefit to me in seclusion and comprehend the sword path."

A group of disciples of the Sword Sect laughed in cooperation. They pointed at the surroundings and commented on what else Han Cuiya deserved to be the identity of Elder Jian Jiu.

Haihu's angry teeth slowly moved to Elder Jianjiu two steps. He smelled a faint smell of blood from Elder Jianjiu.

This bloody smell obviously does not belong to Elder Jian Jiu.

Haihu's angry teeth had a sensitive sense of smell. He smelled the bloody smell on Li Mofeng's body even more intense.
Chapter completed!