Longevity begins with alchemy master

Chapter 17 Windfall
"You killed it?"

Before Luo Chen could answer, Wang Yuan nodded his head self-consciously.

"It seems so."

With Luo Chen retreating nervously, he walked to the coke and swung his sword.

The head, which had been burned to the point of being invisible, was cut off casually.

Wang Yuan glanced at the nervous Luo Chen and the storage bag in his hand with complicated eyes.

The night breeze was cool, and the blood-stained body was even colder.

Luo Chen showed an ugly smile, "Brother Wang, I haven't finished that book yet."

As if thinking of something, Wang Yuan's complicated eyes gradually converged, and his eyelids drooped again.

"Go home early, Dahefang at night is very dangerous."

"Uh-huh."

Luo Chen turned and left, but hesitated for a moment, and walked over, carrying the snakeskin bag full of herbs on his back with difficulty.

That was his entire net worth.

Looking at the back of Luo Chen who was about to walk out of the alley, Wang Yuan sighed inexplicably.

"This is for you, as a reward for exchanging this head."

A black nail with the length of chopsticks fell to Luo Chen's feet. There were bright red blood stains on the black nail, and there was even a little bit of minced meat mixed with it.

"Brother Wang, you're welcome."

"Go away, take the grove, don't take the road."

"Ah."

With a heavy hum, Luo Chen got into the grove without looking back.

In the alleyway, Wang Yuan stood there for a while with the three heads in his hands, before gradually disappearing into the darkness.

"Woooo."

Ding!
"call!"

Luo Chen half leaned against the foot of the bed like a dead fish, covered in sweat, even his underpants were soaked.

On the ground in front of his bed was another Soul Breaking Nail pierced into his waist.

Enduring the severe pain, Luo Chen grabbed the bottles and cans beside him and poured them into the wound.

This is his self-made healing medicine, which is specially used to deal with the danger of the frying pan during the alchemy process, and it has helped a lot in the past.

Today, there is a bigger place to use it!

After the medicine powder entered the body, a cool feeling emerged spontaneously, followed by burning pain.

"Grass! Grass"

Growling curses sounded from time to time.

Luo Chen had never been so angry like this moment.

It's not angry at the harm the enemy caused him, but angry at his own weakness.

If he was as strong as Wang Yuan, he would not have fallen to this level today.

Luo Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief until the wound was tied up with a cloth tape.

Enduring the pain, he came to the living room, opened the snakeskin bag, and put the various herbs inside on the shelves.

These low-level herbs and spiritual materials cannot be mixed together for a long time, otherwise the effect will be greatly reduced.

His staggering steps looked pitiful under the bean-sized oil lamp.

Luo Chen even felt that this scene was very similar to the scene in his previous life when he went to work sick after surgery.

"I can't escape a hard life no matter where I go. No wonder my lifespan in my previous life was only 75 years old."

After finishing all this, he was free to lie down on the bed.

The constant pain in his waist made him so tired that he couldn't bear it, but he couldn't sleep either.

Helpless, I can only find something else to distract my attention.

"Look at that guy who is shorter than me, what a good thing."

The storage bags of monks in the Qi refining period are all undefended, because they have no spiritual knowledge, so naturally they cannot set restrictions.

After the master died, the mana imprint on it also dissipated naturally.

Luo Chen mobilized the remaining spiritual power and opened the storage bag.

A lot of things filled his wooden bed in an instant.

"Today is the day for the big market, and this guy bought a lot of things."

A low-grade robe, a box of tranquilizing incense, five bottles of Bigu Pill, one bottle of Qi Yang Pill, one bottle of Golden Chamber Powder, and a stack of talismans.

In addition, there was a pile of dry spirit grass, which occupied most of the area of ​​his bed.

Apart from these things, it was the spirit stone that Luo Chen was most concerned about.

"92 low-grade spirit stones, damn it, you are a poor ghost!"

Luo Chen cursed, and then happily put the things back one by one.

There are indeed very few spirit stones, which are not suitable for the fifth level of Qi Refining.

But the value of other things far exceeds these 92 low-grade spirit stones.

Not to mention the low-grade magic robes, although they are a bit worn out, they should have been worn by the short-lived ghost before, but they are worth at least a hundred spirit stones if they are sold.

This thing inspires speed, which is even higher than that of talismans.

That's why Luo Chen was able to activate quickly before. When the short-lived ghost was hit in the face by the fireball technique, it was also the first time to activate the defense mask that came with the magic robe.

If it is a complete middle-grade magic robe, it can sustain six or seven fireballs, but it is a pity that it has been destroyed by Wang Yuan before.

Didn't even last the third shot.

For three breaths, it was too late to use other methods for the seriously injured Chen Xiao.

Five bottles of Bigu Pills are worthless, and the quality is not as good as Luo Chen's own refinement, but they are worth a spirit stone.

As for the rest, it's worth the money.

Anshenxiang, one of the best foreign objects for low-level monks to assist in cultivation.

One sedative incense per day is enough for monks to practice their natal skills five more times, and it is said that it can restore the fragile soul of low-level monks.

There are twelve plants in one box, worth 120 Lingshi.

Not to mention Yangqi Pill, the pattern logo on it shows that it comes from the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion.

The same price, a bottle of 100 yuan Lingshi!

Good thing, after swallowing and refining, it can increase spiritual power.

As for the stack of talismans, based on Luo Chen's experience, it should be worth five or sixty yuan of spirit stones.

He didn't recognize the dry spirit grass that filled the bed, but buying such a large pile in the storage bag meant it would definitely be useful.

In this way, the total value is [-] spirit stones!

Windfall!
Sure enough, horses are not fat without night grass, and people are not rich without windfall.

In just a short time tonight, Luo Chen's net worth quadrupled.

And what he has gained the most is not these things.

It's the storage bag itself!
The volume is not too big, just one side, it is the smallest and cheapest storage bag.

But in the Wanbao Building, it must be worth ten thousand!

I don't know if the short-lived ghost was given by someone else or snatched, anyway, he definitely couldn't afford it.

In other words, most low-level monks cannot afford even the smallest storage bag.

This kind of thing is a standard equipment for the inner disciples of the big sect, and the outer sects are not worthy of having it!

"Send it, send it!"

"It's no wonder that such things as killing people and seizing treasures are among the most classic plots in online literature. No matter what the subject matter is, it has its place."

"It's just that the risk is too great. If you are not careful, you will overturn the car, and your whole life's hard work will be buried in it."

Tonight, two murders and treasure hunting happened in front of Luo Chen.

That Li Zixiong of the Dajiang gang gathered three people to surround and kill Wang Yuan, but the car overturned!
The short-lived ghost on the fifth level of Qi Refining intends to instantly kill Luo Chen, but the car overturns!
"Let's leave such a dangerous matter to those professionals. I can't bear to be frightened."

Luo Chen turned his head and picked up the last jade bottle that was not put into the storage bag.

Jin Kuisan, one of the signature elixirs of the Lingyao Pavilion.

It has an excellent healing effect on any metallic magic weapon damage, and the price is only ten spirit stones.

Good quality and low price, it has always been loved by Dahefang Sanxiu.

Smell it, it smells okay, it's not poison.

And there are few people who will put the poison in the healing pill bottle in their storage bag.

If the body is seriously injured and the consciousness is confused, and the wrong medicine is taken, it will be a lot of fun.

It is to work hard to tie the cloth belt and untie it again.

Sighing, Luo Chen had no choice but to act.

At noon the next day, Luo Chen woke up in a daze.

This is a rare time for him to sleep late.

In the second half of the night, he failed to resist the weakness and fell asleep.

Eyes wide open, Luo Chen lay blankly on the bed for a while, still gritted his teeth, and forcibly got up from the bed.

No matter how hard it is, it's not an excuse to lie down and rot.

When he came to the living room, he picked up a handful of spirit grass and spread them out on the dustpan, ready to take them out to dry.

Pushing open the door, the noon sun blinded his eyes for a while, and when he got used to it, he suddenly found Wang Yuan standing outside.

The other party threw it casually, and something fell into the dustpan filled with spiritual grass.

"Take it, you will be a member of the Broken Mountain Gang from now on."

"If someone troubles you, just say that I, Wang Yuan, are behind you."

Luo Chen looked at the iron token in the dustpan, his eyes were a little dazed.

"Thank you, Brother Wang."

Wang Yuan waved his hand, "Thank you, when I was at my worst, you credited me with a few bottles of Bigu Pill, but I didn't say thank you."

"Okay, I'll give you the stuff, and I'll go back first. The outer city may be uneven, so be careful when you go in and out."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left without delay.

(End of this chapter)