"Just don't be disappointed, there's nothing good in there."
The Ninth Girl on the side whispered to Jiangshan.
"Don't worry, I didn't have any hope at all, so how could I be disappointed?"
Jiangshan chuckled, held Jiu Gu Niang's hand with one hand and Chang'e's hand with the other, and then walked towards the archway sweetly.
A thousand meters away, two rows of vermilion tables stretched all the way to the front, and behind the tables were powerful people who came to participate in the alchemy meeting.
On these tables, there were either some medicinal herbs or some pitch-black pills, and many people were asking questions here.
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Jiangshan glanced at the table and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
Ginseng that's more than ten years old, and it's artificially cultivated...
Lingzhi, artificially cultivated...
You can find better ones in pharmacies in big cities, and there are actually strong people asking about this here?
Depend on!
Are these people crazy?
More importantly, Jiangshan saw some black pills that not only did not emit spiritual energy, but even had a fishy smell.
Jiangshan had a feeling that whether this pill would increase his cultivation or not, he was sure that he would have diarrhea!
This is definitely a three-no product.
"The entire Alchemy Conference is full of this kind of people?"
Jiangshan took a deep breath and asked in disbelief.
"No, no, no."
"The front one is a bit more advanced, and it looks a bit like a pill."
Chang'e quickly pointed forward, finally giving Jiangshan some hope.
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