1982. Chapter 1982 Too Many Points! 9

3q c, the fastest update of The Evil King Chasing His Wife: Good-for-nothing Miss Nitian! The footsteps that originally wanted to leave stopped at this moment. Everyone's eyes were shining like stars, and they looked very interested.

So someone urged Uncle Qiuran.

"Hey, don't you hold a bottle in your hand? Take a quick look, is it a master-level elixir?"

Because Zi Yan saw that the stall was surrounded by a group of people, she was afraid that someone would take advantage of the chaos and steal it, so she talked about all the bottles at once.

It's also Zi Yan's fast collection, otherwise, this kind of situation will really happen in all likelihood.

At this time, Uncle Qiuran became the confession of the whole audience, or in other words, the vulgar porcelain bottle in Uncle Qiuran's arms became the focus of attention of the audience.

Uncle Qiuran firmly does not believe that his broken bottle contains master-level elixir, because master-level elixir is very precious, how could the little girl on the opposite side throw it to him casually, just like throwing candy, if it is true Isn't she nervous?

In fact, Uncle Qiuran didn't know, he unfortunately hit the mark. In Su Luo's mind, the status of these master-level pills is really as random as candy. Why is it so convenient for her to get these pills now?

"I don't believe it anymore, these little girls and boys will get master-level pills." Uncle Qiuran poured the pills from the porcelain bottle into the palm of his hand.

These fiery red elixirs are plump, shining with luster, and have a strong and mellow aroma.

Someone who knows the goods has long shouted excitedly: "God! It's really a master-level elixir, this is a master-level blood coagulation pill!"

Then, there was a sound of gasping.

Immediately afterwards, several people shouted loudly.

Because it really is.

Uncle Qiuran was a little dumbfounded, he looked at Su Luo with doubts in his eyes, his face was very complicated: "It's hard to beat, what's in this broken bottle, is it really a master-level elixir?"

Su Luo looked back with a smile: "Chenghui has two hundred points for a bottle, uncle, do you want to buy it?"

Su Luo originally wanted to say 100 points, but the market's reaction was somewhat unexpected, so she doubled the price without hesitation.

You know, not everyone is in green clothes, and there is only such a good master as a backer, so there are thousands of points in hand to squander. Middle and upper class people seldom come here to shop. Most of them go to the business district. Many people here are actually mixed with the bottom class. They accumulate points one by one on weekdays. It is very difficult to make money to barely maintain the points of cultivation.

And there are only three in a bottle.

Pills are consumable commodities, and no one will buy them if they are too expensive.

Uncle Qiuran's eyes sparkled when he heard that a bottle was only sold for 200 points.

"Buy! You must buy it!" The little girl didn't raise the price. If she called for three hundred points, he would have given them away without hesitation.

Therefore, Zi Yan took out her silver medal and collected Uncle Qiuran's points.

Uncle Qiuran was afraid that someone would take advantage of his pill, so he quickly slipped away with the pill in his arms, very fast. Because the scene was a bit chaotic, no one noticed him.

At this point, after the first transaction is made, the scene officially opens.

"I want a bottle too, give me a bottle!"

"I want two bottles!"

"Give me five bottles!!!"

Many people held up their most precious signboards and yelled at Su Luo with pride, fearing that their voices would not be loud enough and they would not be able to buy the elixir.

————This is an update on the 18th, don't scold me for not changing my tail hair on the 18th

ps: I found that the number of words has exceeded 2 million words. I sat and felt for a while, and found that I had written for a year before I knew it. Thank you very much everyone for accompanying Xiaonuan from 13 to 14, through this long 2 million words, we are all too difficult to cry