Chapter 162: Eighth Rank? Are you crazy?!
"What happened? Did you use something?"
Coming back to his senses, the Su family's steward questioned Xu Qiuqian.
"What can I use? Isn't this lucky lot a magic weapon of your Su family?" Xu Qiuqian would not allow the steward of the Su family to slander her.
The steward of the Su family just said it casually, because he knew clearly that no matter what method Xu Qiuqian used, she could not make the best fortune choose her.
Then there is only one possibility.
It was Xu Qiuqian who was chosen by the best bidder.
Why is this happening?
He stared at the lucky lot in Xu Qiuqian's hand, puzzled.
Xu Qiuqian was the same, and she found that the color of the best lottery ticket seemed to be darker, and the brown was getting darker and darker.
If it gets any darker, it will probably turn into dark brown.
She complained in her heart, then paused, all thoughts were gone.
Yes, dark brown.
Isn't dark brown the color of earth? Then she looked at the steward of the Su family and asked, "What is the attribute of this best fortune?"
"How should I know!" The Su family's steward waved his hands impatiently, "Alright, alright, I'll give this to you as a gift. Now, what is it?"
Anyway, the Su family can’t afford it, so they may not be able to afford it either.
At best it's a draw.
However, Xu Qiuqian became more and more certain of his inner guess.
Xiao Pingyue, who was standing next to him, also understood what Xu Qiuqian meant and couldn't help laughing.
It seems that Manager Xu has a very high spiritual root point.
It just so happens that her spiritual root attributes are the same as this best fortune, which is why the best fortune directly chose her.
Xu Qiuqian said without thinking: "Then let's go with the eighth-grade recovery pill."
“…”
"Eighth grade? Are you crazy?!" the Su family's steward blurted out.
What is the concept of an eighth-grade recovery pill?
An eighth-grade elixir requires at least an eighth-grade alchemist to make it, and the success rate is very low!
In Yancheng, there are very few sixth-grade alchemists, let alone seventh- and eighth-grade ones. Even in Pingfeng City, the most prosperous and well-known city in Xuanyun Continent, seventh-grade alchemists are only a minority. Looking at the entire continent, there are only two eighth-grade alchemists.
The Recovery Pill is just a pill for repairing physical injuries. It would be a waste of resources for an eighth-grade alchemist to make an eighth-grade Recovery Pill! An eighth-grade alchemist would never waste his time on this.
Therefore, there would be no eighth-grade recovery pill at all.
There are sixth-grade ones, and maybe some alchemists with too much free time will make a few furnaces of seventh-grade ones, but it is impossible for eighth-grade ones.
Absolutely impossible! "I'm not crazy, just tell me if you can take it out."
The Su family's steward sneered: "No, why, are you saying you can take it out?"
Xu Qiuqian smiled slightly.
“I can actually take it out.”
After saying that, he stretched out his hand, and a porcelain bottle appeared in the palm of his hand, and the porcelain bottle opened.
The scent of Recovery Grass, which is unique to the Recovery Pill, permeated the air, and the spiritual energy that wafted out was indeed that of an eighth-grade elixir.
The Su family's steward was shocked.
Which 8th-grade alchemist has so much free time to make 8th-grade recovery pills? ! This is no longer a question of whether he has free time or not, this is a question of whether he is mentally ill! "How is it?"
Looking at the smile on Xu Qiuqian's face, the steward of the Su family wanted to make the smile disappear. He deserved a beating! He said with a fake smile: "Let's just say you win."
"Winning is winning, why is there still a "temporary" comment?" Xu Qiuqian was dissatisfied.
"Okay, the Xiao family wins the second game." The Xu family's steward gritted his teeth.
Xu Qiuqian threw the porcelain bottle to Xiao Pingyue.
"One hundred thousand spirit stones."
Xiao Pingyue accepted it with a smile, spending 100,000 spirit stones to buy an eighth-grade recovery pill.
Even the smile looked a little tired.
Of course Xu Qiuqian also noticed it and couldn't help but sigh.
How come no one sees her good intentions?
The eighth-grade recovery pill is the cheapest among the eighth-grade pills. If it were replaced with other pills, it would cost at least 200,000 yuan. She saved 100,000 yuan for the Xiao family! There are not many kind-hearted people like her.
"Brother, is Sister Xu very powerful?" Zhu Xin asked Zhu Yichen in a low voice, with a proud look on her face.
Zhu Yichen nodded, with the same expression on his face as Zhu Xin.
"My master must be very powerful."
At this time, the steward of the Su family threw the best lot into the air again.
Everyone was afraid that it would be like before, where they couldn't even use their spiritual power, so they rushed to do it. However, Xu Qiuqian was not in a hurry and sent out a stream of spiritual power towards the best fortune.
She had a feeling that the good fortune would be the same as last time.
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the best fortune rushing towards Xu Qiuqian at lightning speed.
The steward of the Su family stared, everyone was shocked, Zhu Xin and Zhu Yichen admired him, and Xiao Pingyue couldn't help laughing.
Xu Qiuqian picked up the best lot and raised her eyebrows and said, "This..."
"This doesn't count!" The Su family's steward said without thinking. He was afraid that Xu Qiuqian would mention an eighth-grade recovery pill again. "Uh, this..."
"My surname is Xu." Xu Qiuqian kindly reminded.
"Friend Xu, can you not count this time? Just consider it as giving me some face."
Xu Qiuqian was surprised: "You can't even produce an eighth-grade recovery pill, and you still have this thing called face?"
“…”
Everyone was silent.
For a moment, I didn't know whether I should complain about Xu Qiuqian or not.
"Well, how about this? The Su family takes 50,000 yuan in exchange for this time?"
Xu Qiuqian thought about it and realized that he had earned 50,000 yuan for nothing.
"Okay, just barely."
Hearing this, the steward of the Su family gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, but he still refused to admit defeat and looked calm and composed, as if everything was under control.
However, when the best lottery ticket rushed towards Xu Qiuqian again at an uncontrollable speed, the steward of the Su family could no longer remain calm.
"What a rubbish this is!" He cursed loudly, holding the best lot and wishing he could throw it to the ground.
But the Shang Shang Qian was a fifth-grade intermediate magical weapon. If he really broke it, he would have to pay more than hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Xu Qiuqian and his group were delighted to see it.
The monks below the stage looked at each other in bewilderment.
Some people also became curious about Xu Qiuqian and wanted to know what she had done to make Shangshangqian choose her unwaveringly every time.
Didn’t we say just pick one at random?
The steward of the Su family endured and endured, and had long lost his initial calmness. He smiled at Xu Qiuqian and said, "Fellow Daoist Xu, why don't you take action?"
Xu Qiuqian also knew that it would be better to complete the competition as soon as possible.
After all, the Xiao family is still suffering from injustice.
After touching the lucky number, he said regretfully, "What a pity, I quite like it."
After saying that, he handed the best fortune stick to the steward of the Su family.
"Okay, I won't do it next time."
The steward of the Su family breathed a sigh of relief, and inexplicably tears welled up in his eyes. He was moved.
I didn't expect Xu Qiuqian to be such a sensible person.
Just because she could even take out such a wonderful elixir as the eighth-grade recovery pill, if she wasn't from the Xiao family, she would definitely be a guest of honor if she came to their Su family! Thinking of this, the steward of the Su family threw the best lot into the air.
As expected, Xu Qiuqian did not take action this time.
Everyone held their breath and hoped that they would be chosen by the best lot.
Then half a quarter of an hour passed, and the lucky number in the air became like a dead person, motionless.
(End of this chapter)
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