When Jiang Heng heard the message, his heart skipped a beat and he suppressed the joy on his face.

Anything that Chen Lingwan can point out must be of good vintage.

"What's the year like?"

"...At least nine thousand years, maybe ninety thousand years, I can't tell clearly..."

After Jiang Heng heard this, he pretended to chase the Blood Clothes Sect disciples for a few steps, "You guys stop here, you are ready for a one-on-one fight!"

"Young man, don't be like them, be friendly and make money!" The stall owner in gray clothes took the two thousand spirit stones, carefully comforted Jiang Heng, the culprit, and tried to fight for his injustice.

"A beautiful wife is like a flower, a smile cannot be bought with a thousand dollars, but it is worth any amount of spiritual stones spent!"

"Really? I don't believe it..." Fatty Wang looked depressed and felt sorry for Jiang Heng.

"Hmph! What right do those Blood-Clothed Sect disciples have to laugh at others? To be honest with you, many of the treasures in my stall were dug out from the Blood-Clothed Sect!"

The gray-clothed stall owner was afraid that Jiang Heng would regret it, so he disparaged the blood-clothed sect.

"Stall owner, please give me one more thing, otherwise I will be really at a loss..." Jiang Heng's tone was that of a naive boy who has suddenly come to his senses.

"Uh...what do you want?" The gray-clothed stall owner spat at the Blood-clothed Sect disciples, with a look of helplessness on his face.

"That seven-leaf elixir looks good to me," Jiang Heng said bluntly.

"No! This is seven-star ambergris, worth four thousand spiritual stones!" The stall owner in gray clothes waved his hand violently.

"Yes, you can't ask for four thousand spiritual stones in vain." Jiang Heng pointed to a wild ginseng with roots and roots, "Why don't we just take this!"

"This won't work either... My ancestors, this is Xuanyang Red Ginseng, worth three thousand spirit stones..." The stall owner in gray clothes refused.

"Then what do you think you can do to spare me?" Jiang Heng asked impatiently.

"It seems that I can't spare it... I have to dig out these treasures after a lot of hard work... uh, find them!" The gray-clothed stall owner had a pained look on his face.

"Shall we go?" Chen Lingwan took Jiang Heng's arm, looking as if she was worried that Jiang Heng would have a dispute with someone.

"That won't work! If you don't give me something extra, I won't be able to get over this hurdle!" Jiang Heng refused.

"If it doesn't work out, the stall owner will give that wooden board to my young master... It will also give my young master a step to step down." Chen Lingwan smiled apologetically.

"What kind of gift is this? I don't want it..." Jiang Heng shook his head.

"Girls are still discerning, so I can give this to you! Young man, I'm not going to teach you this. Girls have already said it, so you can't mess with their face..."

The stall owner in gray clothes said, picked up the black wooden board and stuffed it into Fatty Wang's arms.

"Little fat man, don't stand there in a daze, hurry up and help your young master hug him! This wooden board, uh, it's very comfortable to sit on!"

After a few seconds, Jiang Heng and the other three were enthusiastically sent away from the stall by the gray-clothed stall owner.

"Hey hey hey, we made another big profit! We have finished digging the graves of the Blood-clothed Sect ancestors, it's time to go to the Tuxian Sect..." The stall owner in gray clothes looked at the backs of Jiang Heng and the others and sang a tune happily.

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The next morning.

Cave Mansion of the Holy Son of the Blood Fiend Sword Sect.

Jiang Heng yawned and opened the alchemy furnace covered by frost.

call!

A phantom of a phoenix, blazing with flames all over its body, rushed out of the furnace and disappeared into nothingness.

The Lihuo phoenix tree and the cold marrow jade tree have long been refined into medicinal liquid by the alchemy furnace and condensed into pills.

A round elixir was taken out from the alchemy furnace by Jiang Heng.

Heaven-Building Pill, a ninth-grade pill!

The elixir is about the size of the belly of your thumb, and its body is milky white and crystal clear, with a phantom of a phoenix bathed in fairy fire inside!

The alchemy techniques used in previous lives are indeed still effective.

However, Jiang Heng still took advantage of the two ten thousand-year elixir.

Otherwise, with his current cultivation level and the quality of the alchemy furnace, if the Cold Marrow Jade Tree and Lihuo Phoenix Wood are only five hundred years old, the Heaven-Building Pill can reach the seventh level at most...

Jiang Heng shook his head and smiled, took a deep breath, and drank the Butian Danner.

A cold and soothing energy flow, guided by spiritual consciousness, surges towards the Dantian Qi sea three inches below the navel.

Blood and flesh proliferated, granulations connected, and bursts of numbness and itching came from the Dantian area.

About one stick of incense has passed, and the power of the Tianbu Dan has been completely absorbed.

The skin three inches below the navel is smooth, traceless and as tough as ever!

However, Jiang Heng knew that the Dantian Qihai and internal injuries had not been completely eliminated.

The next step is to find a way to absorb the essence of spiritual essence and produce golden spiritual liquid!

"Fat man, don't sleep! Come with me to the Puppet Hall. Let's see how Blood Kuang Tu is refined..."
Chapter completed!