The old casual cultivator's eyes fell on the elixir, and he couldn't move away immediately.
This is the top-grade Red Blood Pill refined by Chen Yang. The body of the pill is crystal clear and faintly glowing with blood.
The Red Blood Pill is made from the blood of the rare monster red-haired elk. The heat is extremely strictly controlled during refining. A slight mistake will waste a whole furnace of the beast's blood.
During battle, just taking one Red Blood Pill can fully stimulate the body's potential, and the benefits are huge. However, the process of stimulating the potential will cause great side effects to the user's body. Only the higher quality Red Blood Pill can reduce the side effects.
The lower it drops.
The materials are rare and difficult to refine, which is why the Red Blood Pill is precious.
The quality of the Red Blood Pill in Chen Yang's hand was obviously more than one level higher than that of the middle-aged man. It could be said that even ten low-grade Red Blood Pills could not be exchanged for such a high-grade Red Blood Pill.
When the fat casual cultivator saw this red blood pill, his eyes widened, and he said hurriedly: "Brother, fat man, I just need the red blood pill. Instead of getting this top-quality elixir cheap, old liar, why not exchange the axe technique with me, fat man?"
, I don’t need those talismans.”
Chen Yang ignored him and looked at Lao Sanxiu: "Have you thought about it, old man? This is the highest price I can offer. If you don't exchange, I will leave."
In fact, the most indispensable thing in the Yin Mo Sect is the blood of monsters, which is used to stimulate the bloody nature of the zombies. Before going out, he brought a lot of blood of monsters and stored it in his gluttonous bag, and he happened to refine a few on the way.
, ready for use in critical moments.
"Okay, since little brother is sincere, I will entrust you with this sword art."
The old casual cultivator couldn't wait to grab the red blood pill from Chen Yang's hand. He even didn't want the talisman in Chen Yang's hand. He packed up the stall and got up to leave.
The middle-aged man who failed to change the sword technique also left in frustration.
The fat casual cultivator was angry and annoyed, and said: "Brother, are you really going to take the high-grade Red Blood Pill in exchange for this Broken Sword Art?"
"That's right."
Chen Yang ignored him, sat down on the stone bench next to him, and carefully read through the remaining sword manual.
"If you don't change, Fatty, I'll find someone else."
The fat casual cultivator stamped his feet angrily, turned around and chased in the direction the middle-aged man had left.
After chasing for a while, the fat man's casual cultivator was already far away from the trading center, going further and further away.
"It's strange. If he doesn't exchange the Red Blood Pill with someone, why are he here?"
The fat casual cultivator was a little confused and muttered to himself.
Not far away, a middle-aged man stopped and looked around, as if waiting for someone.
Fatty San was about to call him, but he saw a familiar figure appearing next to the middle-aged man.
It was the old casual cultivator who had just traded with Chen Yang. The fat man quickly covered his mouth and hid against the corner.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that that shabby book could be exchanged for such a quality red blood pill, and I would make a lot of money!"
The old casual cultivator couldn't help laughing.
"This must be your first time here, I'm afraid it won't be such a good thing next time."
The middle-aged man took the Red Blood Pill from the old casual cultivator, looked at the light for a while, and praised it repeatedly.
The old casual cultivator asked worriedly: "Should we leave here now?"
"I'm afraid of you. This is a fair transaction. I showed him the thing and he bought it voluntarily. It's none of our business. We can sue it to the deacon. He's the one who's responsible for the loss."