With someone taking the lead, the heads and family heads reacted one after another.
Yes, as long as Nan Mengyu's master doesn't agree to take the Yuanshen Grass to help the Ming family make elixirs, then they have hope of getting it.
So, they persuaded each other one after another:
"Yes, Yuanshencao belongs to my master. She can't make the decision for him. She can only intercede. If she doesn't explicitly agree to you, she won't break the contract."
"You, the Ming family, were bullying the younger ones, right? An ancestor forced a little girl to make an unequal treaty with you, but you had no intention of abiding by it.
"The key point is that they didn't explicitly agree to it at all, and you actually said that they didn't keep their promises?"
"That's right. Master, that's the only Yuanshen Grass. Can it be given to others easily?"
"Yes, yes, even if they want to sell it, they have to put it up for auction. The one with the highest price will get it."
"That's right, your Ming family is too shameless. Why do you insist on selling the Yuanshen Grass to you?"
"Yes, Xiaoyou Nan, tell your master to auction the Yuanshen Grass!"
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Mingqin knew that she was in trouble and hid behind Mingcheng. When she heard what everyone said, she was so anxious that she burst into tears.
The Lord of the Ming City became more and more anxious as he listened. Judging from the current situation, it might not be easy for the Ming family to obtain Fairy Yun's Yuanshen Grass.
In this fairy sect, there are too many people with injured souls, and everyone wants Yuanshencao. Even if they don't know how to refine the soul-nourishing pill, Yuanshencao itself can heal soul injuries. However, the effect of making the pill is high
Gone.
But if he just went back and told the ancestor about today's topic, I'm afraid it would be difficult for the ancestor to let him go.
If I had known earlier, I would not have attended the succession ceremony of the head of the Nan family on behalf of the head of the family.
While City Lord Ming was feeling annoyed, he suddenly heard someone shouting:
"Let me tell you, if you take the Yuanshen Grass, you will have to ask someone to make the elixir. Why don't you, little friend Nan, tell your master directly and ask your master to make the spirit-nourishing elixir and take it to the auction city for auction."
"Yes, a plant of Yuan Shen Grass can definitely refine a lot of spirit nourishing pills, which can be sold to more people. More people's soul injuries will be healed."
"Yes, yes, it would be a pity for one person to use this Yuanshen Grass. The best result would be if everyone can benefit from it."
"Little friend Nan, that way you can also take pictures of more spiritual stones."
Ming City Master's heart was moved: Nan Mengyu once said that her master only had one Yuanshen Grass, but no one dared to say that refining alchemy would be successful. Therefore, she suggested that Ming Patriarch find two more Yuanshen Grasses and prepare
The medicinal materials of Sanlu and Wupin Shen Yang Dan.
But each of the fifth-grade Shen Yang pills cost more than a thousand years. It would be difficult to find even one pot, let alone three furnaces, let alone two extinct Yuanshen grass.
But it would be different if her master refined the Nourishing Pill himself and put it up for auction. They would not have to bear the loss of refining the useless elixir, but they could still get the Nourishing Pill!
Although the price may be a bit more expensive than asking someone to refine the medicinal materials, it saves trouble.
Moreover, this matter has already affected the entire immortal sect, and they do not dare to price the nourishing pill too expensively.
When the time comes, the family heads and heads of the family will simply unite and not undermine each other. In this way, the price can be lowered and the nourishing pill can be obtained with a small amount of spiritual stones.
Thinking of this, Mingzhi immediately shouted: "I agree, little friend Nan, please ask your master to refine the Yuanshen grass into a nourishing pill for auction."
When Nan Mengyu saw that City Lord Ming finally called out to refine the Yuanshen Grass into elixirs for auction, she smiled: I'm just waiting for you.