Mo Liancheng asked innocently: "Elder, am I like that? A person as upright as me never tells lies."

"?!..." Elder Xu was silent and sprayed contemptuously: "Then why do you want the eighth-grade pill? Don't tell me that you can already refine the eighth-grade pill!!"

"Uh, didn't you say try it? Why are you so excited? Or is the elder not even a eighth-grade spiritual medicine? As long as there is one, which is matched with a seventh-grade or below, you might be able to refine an eighth-grade primary one."

"..." Old madman Xu was choked.

He put the spiritual medicines for his storage ring and his divine thoughts, and there was a lot of old tables. As a result, Mo Liancheng picked them himself and used them at will, but there was a statement that the elixir refined would be named Xu. This sentence instantly reduced Mo Liancheng's enthusiasm for alchemy to the bottom. Originally, he wanted to take the opportunity to trick the old madman into making a fuss.

When Elder Xu saw his expression, he was even more sure of his idea of ​​using his own spiritual medicine.

Mo Liancheng smiled and said, "Is the elder suspicious that I am lying? Well, I will give you the storage trait, you can see it yourself." Then, he threw the storage trait to Elder Xu and asked him to check it himself.

However, when Mo Liancheng did this, Xu Dazi was a little convinced that he was really not good. However, the divine thought still swept over and swept away everything in Mo Liancheng's storage ring at a glance. As he said, the spiritual medicines inside were piled up like a mountain, but most spiritual medicines below the fourth grade...

Of course, Xu Damai Zi would not have thought that there was indeed nothing good on Mo Liancheng.

In fact, there are some things that are related to identity and secrets. Mo Liancheng put them into the Jiuxiao Tower before entering the Dan Tower.

Xu Da Madman said: "You kid is so poor? Who believes it? Unless you Dan Xiu is fake."

"Well, to be honest, although I was not very rich in the past, I was definitely not so poor. There were not thousands of top-grade spiritual medicines, but there were also hundreds of them. Eighth-grade spiritual medicines are not rare to me..." Mo Liancheng sighed. In fact, he really had this period, and he got the spiritual medicine garden from the Huaen Burial God Valley. At that time, the batch of spiritual medicines were so huge that it was considerable, but in the battle, it was consumed. He sighed, and his tone changed, "But... one day, a sudden disaster came from the sky. I was caught and the storage ring was snatched away by someone. I escaped by luck, so everything would have to be done again."

How true is it, how false is it?

It's reasonable.

"Stop talking nonsense, practice." Elder Xu believed his last statement a little. However, this guy has been lying since he came in. He said that he had never refined the fifth grade. Now he said that the eighth grade spiritual medicine is not rare. He has lived so many years and the eighth grade spiritual medicine he has seen is extremely limited. He would never have thought that the special Burial God Valley was, and the growth of the spiritual medicines he cultivated was dozens of times faster than that of the outside world.

Mo Liancheng picked up the spiritual pill and started to refine it.

First, he refines a fifth-grade recovery pill. It didn’t take him to refine it for a long time. Then, he came to the sixth-grade recovery pill with skillful movements and no accidents. Then he went to the seventh-grade... When he was about to refine it, he suddenly said, “Elder, I don’t have any seventh-grade pill recipes…”
Chapter completed!