The corners of Ji Yao's mouth twitched. Is this really the scene of a sword competition?
Why is it so... shameful?
Seeing this, the crowd in the audience started to boo: "Is this going to work? You two losers! A dignified Golden Core stage sword cultivator is actually choosing the path of a physical cultivator. How shameful!"
"Get down here now! You're wasting our time!"
The two people on the stage were fighting fiercely. At this moment, both of them threw out explosive talismans. After a loud bang, both of them were blown down.
Both are out...
Seeing this, Ji Yao started to shout, "Top-grade hemostatic pills are on sale at a low price! Each one only costs one high-grade spirit stone! Don't miss it if you pass by!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the two wounded men lying on the ground waved at Ji Yao at the same time.
Ji Yao understood immediately.
He walked forward with a bottle of pills and squatted down.
"Do you want this hemostatic pill, fellow Daoist?"
The pitch-black monk nodded his afro, and Ji Yao poured out a pill and placed it in the palm of his hand.
"Fellow Daoist, hand over the spirit stone in one hand and the elixir in the other."
Seeing this, the monk with blood still flowing from the corner of his mouth could only hand the spirit stone to Ji Yao.
Ji Yao took the spirit stone with a smile on his face, stuffed the pill into the monk's mouth quite consciously, then turned around and went to another monk.
Before Ji Yao could start talking, the cultivator lying on the ground covered in blood took out a handful of spirit stones.
A rough estimate is that there should be five or six.
Ji Yao smiled even more happily. She took the spirit stones from the cultivator and counted them. They were indeed six top-grade spirit stones.
He then poured the pills from the medicine bottle and stuffed them all into the monk's mouth, completely ignoring the monk's horrified look.
After successfully completing the task, Ji Yao began to sell pills to the monks who were watching around.
"Friends, you won't be cheated if you buy a Spirit Stone! The goods are genuine and the price is fair, no one will be cheated!"
One after another, monks came forward to ask questions.
"Does Daoist friend have any other elixirs?"
Ji Yao looked up at the disciple in front of him who was wearing gorgeous clothes, and his eyes narrowed with smiles instantly.
The big fat sheep is coming!
Ji Yao pulled the person aside and smiled mysteriously.
"What grade of elixir do you need, fellow Daoist?"
This question confused the person from the future. It was the first time he found that the alchemist was so kind. And there were grades to choose from?
In the past, when I went to the Alchemy Hall to buy pills, I just took whatever was available and had no choice at all, because if I was a little slow, they would be snatched away by others.
Can I choose pills here?
Ji Yao asked this question for a reason. Some of the pills taken out this time were refined by his senior brother. Although there were many types, the quality had not reached the best level.
Today I only brought out some top-grade hemostatic pills to show off.
The main thing is to sell my brother’s medicine!
Seeing that the cultivator in front of him was stunned and silent, Ji Yao had no choice but to take the initiative to attack.
"The first-grade elixirs include Energy Storage Pills and Recovery Pills, while the second-grade ones include Vein Protection and Rejuvenation Pills, Bone Growth Pills, and Spirit Gathering Pills!"
As soon as Ji Yao finished speaking, the monks who were eavesdropping around rushed over instantly.
"Fellow Daoist, how much is the first-grade one?"
Ji Yao looked at the crowd rushing over and instantly burst into joy.
"Everyone, don't panic. The first-grade pill costs fifty mid-grade spirit stones, and the second-grade pill costs eighty mid-grade spirit stones!"
Rong Yu was very excited at this moment. He originally thought that the batch of defective pills he had refined a long time ago could only be placed in the storage ring and take up space.
I didn’t expect that my junior sister would be able to sell out all the stocks she had stocked over the years by doing this!
Rong Yu quickly shouted to the crowd, "Everyone, line up here. We have large quantities of pills at a great price. Don't worry about not being able to buy any!"
Seeing that everyone was heading towards the medicine stall, Ji Yao then continued to introduce the medicine to the monk in the fancy clothes in a low voice: "Daoyou, I still have two top-grade spirit-enhancing pills. After taking them, they can raise your spiritual power to a small realm within a quarter of an hour."
When the monk in gorgeous clothes heard this, his eyes widened instantly and his breathing became rapid.
If I took the elixir during the competition, wouldn't I beat the cultivators of the same level to a pulp?
The monk in gorgeous clothes then looked at Ji Yao anxiously.
Seeing this, Ji Yao continued to deceive, "I don't want your 1,980, nor your 988. I only want 688, and take the top-grade spirit-enhancing pill home!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the monk in gorgeous clothes immediately handed over 690 high-grade spirit stones: "I want them all!"
Ji Yao chuckled, naturally put the spirit stone back into his storage ring, then took out two top-grade spirit-enhancing pills and handed them to him.
So they both smiled with satisfaction.
At this time, the referee's voice came from the stage: "One hundred and eighteenth, sixty-eighth."
When Ji Yao heard this, he was surprised. The sixty-eighth?
Isn’t that the little fat guy?
Ji Yao instantly lost the desire to sell pills, even though she had prepared quite a few pills for the little fat man.
But if he was beaten to tears by other monks on the stage, it would be extremely embarrassing!
She made her way through the crowded crowd with her nimble movements and managed to squeeze to the front.
As soon as Ji Yao stood still, he saw the fat boy handing out his number plate.
She searched in the storage ring for a while and took out a banner: Little Fatty, fly bravely, the boss will always be with you!
"Little Fatty! Fuck him!"
Ji Yao's wolf howl startled many people. When Yi Yuangan saw the banner, he was instantly moved to tears!
Just as he was about to burst into tears on the stage, Ji Yao gathered his energy and roared, "Come down before you cry!"
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