Chapter 1206 100 Pieces

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For the people of the Yaoshui tribe, there are two people who will never be forgotten.

One is Gong Gong, the god of water worshipped by his own family, and the other is Ling Xian.

The shadow he brought to the Yaoshui tribe was too deep, especially for the five cultivators who were blown away by him, it was even more imprinted on their hearts, which would be indelible forever.

Therefore, when they saw Ling Xian descend on the Yaoshui tribe, everyone was stunned. What followed was horror.

Their faces were full of horror, and they stepped back unconsciously, and even their bodies couldn't help shaking.

This made Ling Xian shake his head and laugh, thinking that he is not a man-eating beast, is it necessary to be so afraid?

As everyone knows, in the hearts of the witches of the Yaoshui Tribe, he is no different from a beast, and he is an overlord-level beast!

"Predecessor...Senior, I don't know why you are here, why?"

A cultivator at the stage of forming a pill pretended to be calm and stammered: "If, if I, Yaoshui, and the Yaoshui tribe have something to offend, please, please forgive me."

Hearing this, Ling Xian smiled and shook his head, but he didn't expect to scare them into such a state.

It's not easy to even talk, how much fear does this have to be?

"Relax, I came here with no malice, but wanted to negotiate a deal with the Yaoshui tribe." Ling Xian smiled lightly, intending to pay something in exchange for the opportunity to observe the totem.

"Trade?" The old man was stunned for a moment, not sure why.

"good."

Ling Xian nodded lightly, looked around the audience, and said, "Who is the patriarch? Ask him to come out and talk to me."

"Cough, I... I am."

The old man coughed twice, feeling a little embarrassed, especially when he thought that, as the head of the tribe, he was frightened to stutter by Ling Xian, so he could not wait to find a place to get in.

Shame!

It's so embarrassing!

"Are you the patriarch?"

Ling Xian was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, not mocking, but simply amusing.

"Yes."

The old man's face was on fire.

I just feel that this old face is completely lost.

"Then let's talk about the deal. Don't worry, I have no ill will towards Yaoshui. Even if you refuse the deal, I won't do anything." Ling Xian smiled gently, signaling the old man to relax.

"Senior, please speak."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief. There was a bit of respect and a bit of flattery on his face.

So are the rest. They all bowed their heads respectfully, not daring to look at Ling Xian at all.

"The content of the transaction is very simple. I want to watch the totem of your Yaoshui tribe. Of course, I will also pay the equivalent."

Ling Xian's expression was calm, but everyone present changed color instantly, showing a bit of anger.

The totem is the most important thing in any tribe, even the people in the tribe. It is impossible to comprehend at any time, how can an outsider watch it?

Therefore, everyone showed anger, but forcibly suppressed it, obviously daring to be angry and not dare to speak.

Seeing this, Ling Xian shook his head helplessly and said, "Don't be too busy to get angry. As I said, it's an exchange of equal value, not a forced request."

Hearing this, the old man fell silent.

He wasn't sure what Ling Xian's character was like, and he couldn't guarantee whether he would be angry if he refused. Destroy the Demon Water Tribe.

But for now, he felt that Ling Xian should have no such thoughts, otherwise why would he say more and just take it by force.

At the moment, he asked cautiously, "I don't know what price senior is willing to pay?"

"Pills."

The corners of Ling Xian's mouth raised, and she took out a healing medicine pill from her bosom, and the aroma was overflowing immediately. Diffuse circles.

The eyes of everyone present also lit up, both curious and excited.

Even the elderly are no exception.

Few people in the Wu tribe can concoct pills. Therefore, pills are very rare. Only large and large tribes can have pills.

Even if the old man is a cultivator at the stage of forming an elixir, he has never taken it. It can be seen how rare elixir is in the Witch God Realm.

"If you promise to let me watch the totem, I will take a hundred medicinal pills as a reward, how about that?" Ling Xian smiled lightly, full of winning tickets.

He believed that this generous reward was enough to impress the old man.

But when he heard his offer, the old man trembled with fright, and said in a trembling voice, "How much... how much?"

"One hundred."

Ling Xian's expression was calm, as if a hundred pills were nothing in his eyes.

And in fact, it is.

With his alchemy accomplishments, strong assets, and a mere 100 medicinal pills, he will not feel distressed if he throws it away.

"One hundred!"

The old man sucked in a breath of cold air, and his whole body was sluggish, unable to believe that this number was real.

The same goes for everyone present.

That's a hundred pills!

Not to mention the shamans in these small tribes, even medium-sized tribes must be sluggish!

After all, in the Wushen Realm, medicinal pills are precious and rare, and even a general power cannot easily come up with a hundred medicinal pills.

Therefore, everyone present was shocked. After that, there was a bit of doubt, whether Ling Xian could really come up with a hundred pills.

"Cough, please forgive me, senior."

The old man glanced at Ling Xian cautiously, hesitation written all over his face.

"Just say what you want to say, I won't blame you." Ling Xian shook his head and laughed, already guessing what the old man was going to say.

"Dare to ask senior, you..."

The old man hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Can you really take out a hundred pills?"

"You don't need to worry about this for now, you just need to tell me, if I hand you a hundred medicinal pills, will you agree to let me watch the totem."

Ling Xian smiled lightly, a hundred medicinal pills were nothing, to him, it was nothing at all.

"Of course there is no reason to refuse."

The old man nodded, turned his eyes to the crowd, and said, "Do you think so?"

"Yes!"

Everyone agreed loudly, and everyone was full of expectations.

If Ling Xian asked for a totem, he would definitely not get it at the price of one hundred medicinal pills. But just to watch, that's a good deal.

Even a medium-sized tribe could not refuse.

"Very good, wait patiently." Ling Xian smiled with satisfaction, and then took out a lot of elixir and Qiankun Cauldron.

The medicinal pills he had refined a few days ago had already been distributed to the people of the Yaoshui tribe, and naturally they had to be refined again.

And with his current master-level attainments, refining some low-level medicinal pills is not difficult at all. Therefore, the speed of his refining is extremely fast. In just two hours, he has refined seven pots of pills, adding up to more than 60 pills.

Whether it's the speed or the productivity of the pills, it's all powerful and outrageous!

Therefore, everyone was shocked and didn't want it. When Ling Xian started refining, they were in a sluggish state, and they haven't recovered until now.

In this way, another two hours passed, and all the hundred pills were refined, and the last one had seven pill patterns.

Although these witch tribes do not understand the meaning of the seven pill patterns, they all know that these pills are of the highest quality in terms of appearance and smell!

Therefore, their eyeballs are about to pop out, except for shock, it is fiery. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)