The real daughter, she went crazy in the world of cultivating immortals

So the average success rate is less than 30.00%.

This is still the success rate of a golden light talisman below level five.

Above level five, the difficulty of the higher level is doubled, and the eighth level golden light talisman is like a rare existence.

Lan Zhi had seen it at Tianqiong Jianbao before, and the price of each piece was in the millions.

Moreover, the golden light talisman cannot be drawn at all in a place like the dirty abyss. If there is one, it can only be drawn before falling into the dirty abyss.

Use one and use one less.

When it's used up, it's gone.

Obviously Yu Po gave her the treasure at the bottom of the box.

Lan Zhi returned to her: "No, I don't need it."

But Yu Po insisted on giving it: "There are as many filthy beasts in the filthy abyss as a cow's hair. Nothing is more suitable than the golden light talisman. Take it, otherwise I won't feel at ease holding this piece of regenerated wood."

Lan Zhi thought about it, and accepted it.

Yu Po hurriedly walked towards the cave with the reclaimed wood, walked a few steps, thought of something, then turned around and said, "We won't use it indiscriminately, and we will return the leftovers to you later."

Lan Zhi didn't care: "Just use it at ease, don't worry about using too much."

She thought about it, and asked one more question: "What do you use the recycled wood for?"

Worried that she would repent, Po Yu quickly explained: "Old Yuan is running out of oil and the lamp is dying, and only regenerated wood can save him."

Only then did Lan Zhi understand why she hadn't seen Lao Yuan during this period of time, and it turned out that she couldn't get up anymore.

She searched for the stored spirit treasure, took out a pill bottle and handed it to her: "Here is a regenerative pill, which is made from regenerative wood as the main medicine. Do you need it?"

Yu Po was shocked again, and looked her up and down, as if wondering how she could be so rich at such a young age.

Lan knew: "The elders in the family were worried that I would be in danger outside, so they specially prepared it for me just in case."

Yu Po looked at her, then at the pill bottle in her hand, hesitating for a while, not knowing whether to take it, Lan Zhi didn't bother to push and pull with her, and directly stuffed the regeneration pill into her hand, and then took the regeneration wood Come back: "The golden light talisman you gave is worth enough for a regeneration pill, so feel free to use it."

She thought about it, and took out another pile of high-grade star stones: "This is a gift."

Lan Zhi's performance was really generous and straightforward, and Lao Yuan really needed some pure star energy when he used the regeneration pill to recover. Yu Po really had no reason to refuse. Yuan went to the cave.

Lan Zhi didn't bother with the past, she found a place to take out the corpses of the dirty beasts she had killed before and sorted them into materials, and put away the ones she wanted to keep, and put the rest in the Jiji grocery store in Juanjuan Mall for sale .

While she was busy, she suddenly felt a surge of breath coming from Lao Yuan's cave.

Lan Zhi immediately realized that the star stones she had given were far from enough, she dropped the filthy animal bone in her hand and appeared at the entrance of the cave in an instant. piled up into hills.

At the same time, Granny Hui, Ah Hei, and Lao Huang, who sensed the breath, rushed over one after another, and were shocked when they saw this pile of star stones.

But no one had time to lament the amount of star stones, but they all focused on Lao Yuan.

Lao Yuan's star veins had shriveled and shrunk, but now they were nourished by the powerful vitality of the regeneration pill. The star veins recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the rotten aura of the whole body also receded, and vigorous vitality began to bloom.

At this time, if there is enough star energy, even if he can't recover to the peak, he can recover at least seventy-eight eighty-eight, but if he accidentally inhales the foul air, his success will fall short.