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Chapter 37 Demon Pill?

Su Jian was not satisfied with Wu You's first battle, no, he was very dissatisfied.

During Wu You's competition, she didn't go to the Jingtian Sect elders to interfere. She didn't want to waste any time and found a seat to watch by herself.

Regarding Wu You's competition, her evaluation is...

It’s really eye-catching.

When she thought about it, she wanted to raise her hands to cover her face. Don't let her teach you this, it would be embarrassing.

Swordsmanship is weak in the forehand and backhand, and requires no awareness, no strategy, no strategy, and simply relying on superior physical fitness and powerful spells to win, there is no operation at all.

If Wu You is assigned to his opponent, at his current level, he will be considered lucky if he can survive the three rounds!
But it is also understandable.

Seeing his cultivation at the Golden Core Realm and his terrifying cultivation talent, Su Jian always unconsciously forgot one fact - Wu You had only been on the path of cultivation for more than two months.

Which monk's combat experience has not been slowly accumulated over thousands of years, not to mention that Wu You's cultivation alone has taken up most of his time in the past two months, and the opportunities to really take action can be counted on one hand.

The coordination of skills and the use of strength all required him to slowly get used to it.

This competition can be used as a training exercise.

……

A waning moon climbed to the top of the mountain.

The market at the outer gate was crowded and bustling. Wu You and Qiu Yunqing walked leisurely through the long street one after another, picking up small gadgets from the stalls next to them from time to time.

Both of them had a slight blush on their faces, and the smell of alcohol was still in their mouths. At this point, Brother Igawa, who was drinking to drown his sorrows, had already drunk himself.

He didn't use his spiritual power to digest the wine, and was so drunk that he was unconscious. When asked where the cave was, he could only hear a string of Chinese and Mandarin, so Wu You had to advance the money for the store and let the waiter arrange for him to stay.

"Hey, boss, how do you sell Qi Dan this time?"

While walking, Qiu Yunqing suddenly squatted down in front of a street stall, picked up a porcelain bottle, looked at it, opened it again, smelled it, and asked the stall owner.

The owner of this stall was wrapped in a black rag coat and had a hood on his head. He couldn't see his face clearly. He was mysterious and his tone was very eager: "Oh, sir, you have such good taste. This is mine. The most valuable hard goods at the stall! The third-grade Qi Restoration Pill, look at the pill patterns, they are all perfect pills! Two hundred lower-grade spiritual stones, if you lose some money, you can take them away."

"Two hundred spirit stones..." Qiu Yunqing was not in a hurry to return the price, and said in a slow tone, "Can you pour it out and take a look?"

"Yes, yes," the stall owner nodded.

Wu You's mind was much dulled by the alcohol. After taking two steps, he realized that Qiu Yunqing hadn't followed him. When he looked back, he was haggling.

"What, what do you fancy?" He squatted down next to Qiu Yunqing and asked casually.

He raised his eyes and looked at the stall owner. Wu You didn't pay too much attention to his hidden appearance. There were many people in the market selling sundries of unknown origin.

Maybe he was afraid of being seen by his enemies.

"This elixir is a bit interesting." Qiu Yunqing replied to Wu You, poured out one and put it in the palm of his hand, squinted at it for a moment, and smiled at the stall owner: "Hey, boss, who painted this elixir pattern? It's quite charming. .”

"How can these be paintings? They are all genuine things..." the stall owner replied with his sleeves covered, not embarrassed at all.

"Thirty percent?" Qiu Yunqing tossed the pill and raised his chin at the stall owner.

"Thirty?! How much is this? If you don't want it, sir, just forget it."

"Let's calm down that vain person. I sincerely want 35. If it works, I'll take it."

"Then...well, sir, you have really poisonous eyes."

After haggling with the stall owner, Qiu Yunqing 35 won the rejuvenation pill of two hundred low-grade spiritual stones. She seemed to have taken a big advantage, and she became happy and walked ahead humming a song.

She held the small porcelain bottle she had just bought in her hand, throwing it up and catching it, and even put it to her ear to hear the sound. "Junior brother, can you keep your eyes peeled? Don't let me fool you into buying third-grade elixirs during the body training period." Wu You looked at the small porcelain bottle in her hand and touched his chin.

Of course, he didn't think Qiu Yunqing had spent money to buy a fake. He was just curious about what was in the bottle. When Qiu Yunqing squatted down in front of the stall, he knew that something was missing, so he asked now.

35 low-grade spiritual stone...

A first-grade rejuvenation pill is more than this price, so how can Qiu Yunqing, who seems to have an old grandfather on his body, be mistaken?

You should stay out of the affairs of the Destined Son.

"Rejuvenate Pill?" Qiu Yunqing turned around to face Wu You and continued walking backwards: "No, no, no~ Senior brother, you must have made a mistake. The thing in this bottle is not a cheap thing like the Revitalizing Pill."

She put one hand behind her back and held the thin neck of the porcelain bottle with the other, shaking it in front of Wu You, with a smile on her face like a little fox that had stolen a chicken.

"uh-huh?"

Wu You raised his eyebrows at her.

——Say, say?
"There are too many people, let's talk about it when we get back." Qiu Yunqing smiled, turned his hand and put away the porcelain bottle.

Wu You curled his lips. The girl didn't even notice that after staying with him for a long time, she would sometimes unconsciously make some movements and expressions that only girls would have.

Not dedicated at all, I went back and bought her a copy of "On the Self-cultivation of Actors"

……

"What the hell?"

Wu You looked at the rejuvenating pill that Qiu Yunqing poured out of the pill bottle with a slightly scrawled pill pattern, with a question mark on his face.

"Demon Saint Relic?"

"Yes." Qiu Yunqing nodded and explained to Wu You: "It is said that in the last era, powerful monsters would breed things like monks' golden elixirs in their bodies. They can be found in many ancient ruins. There are many One of the ingredients for high-level elixirs. For some reason, such a pill was mixed into this bottle of elixir. Although the fluctuations in spiritual power have been very weak due to the long time, the original grade should not be low. You see... …”

After she said this, she quietly glanced at Wu You's expression.

"..."

Wu You frowned.

Demon Dan.

Listening to Qiu Yunqing's description, there is no doubt that it is a demon elixir. Yan Yu once told him that after the demon clan's way was broken, no demon beast could condense the demon elixir anymore.

Yan Yu might need this thing. She wanted to ask her to bring it to Yan Yu as an apology.

"I bet you have a good heart." He frowned and said with a smile: "I'm not sure whether this thing is of value to seniors, but it's worth a try. I'll go there in a few days if I have something to do, and I'll just bring it with you. .”

"Hehe, please excuse me, senior brother!" She jumped up and patted Wu You on the shoulder.

……

The next day, the light paper crane once again delivered the results of the lottery to Wu You.

In the last game in the morning and the third game in the afternoon, the remaining number of people was reduced again, and he got two games today.

Currently, Senior Sister Fang has won four games in a row. Regardless of whether the opponent is strong or weak, she is always crushing her. Now whenever she appears near the martial arts arena, the audience will go into a frenzy.

The secret bets made by the disciples were no longer on who would win the championship, but on how many moves Senior Sister Fang's opponent could survive...

(End of this chapter)