Chapter 118 Whispers(2/2)
Because love is talent.
Han Feiyu really likes alchemy. His improvement of alchemy is not only based on skills, but also has his own understanding. He will repeatedly draw those alchemy arrays when he has nothing to do.
There are some books on alchemy in the high tower area, all of which are knowledgeable.
Many alchemists rely on skills and disdain to read, but Han Feiyu read them all.
Although Yuan Chenfei's point-uplifting effect is also Han Feiyu's own enthusiasm factor.
For this reason, Han Feiyu has a very good understanding of the profession of alchemist. Some time ago, he even created a wound treatment recovery potion without a formula, which was refined and transformed based on Yunnan Baiyao. Although the actual effect is not as good as the system's production, it is an innovation after all, which shows his talent.
It is precisely because of this that Yuan Chenfei is very confident in Han Feiyu.
At this moment, when he heard Yuan Chenfei's statement, Zhong Qiu asked: "Besides applying poison, what's the use of black dead crystal?"
"You don't need to ask about this." Yuan Chenfei also answered neatly.
Yue Hong immediately said: "You say this, it's equivalent to telling us that the black dead crystal is higher than the twelve bottles of third-level rare poison."
Yuan Chenfei: "I didn't plan to hide it from you. If it weren't, who would buy it?"
Zhong Qiu: "Aren't you afraid that we won't buy it, just study it yourself?"
Yuan Chenfei shrugged: "I don't care. The black deaf crystal is worth a lot, but it only has one piece. If you want to sell it, you don't care much about it."
An indifferent attitude is the best way to bargain.
Zhong Qiuyuehong wanted a rare item to live in, but Yuan Chenfei didn't care whether he got it or not.
The two of them stared at Yuan Chenfei and finally confirmed that it was him or not.
From this analysis, I am afraid that the value of the black dead crystal itself is limited to the twelve bottles of third-level poison.
Realizing this, Zhong Qiu was not interested in continuing to hold the Black Dead Crystal in his hands. After all, a piece of Black Dead Crystal is really hard to divide. Two gangs fought each other, and the value of the crystal coins consumed was almost as valuable as the twelve bottles of third-level poison.
"Trade." The two said in unison.
“Xingye Manor Transaction.”
Chapter completed!