Supreme Spirit Emperor

Chapter 11 Yellow Rank Low Flame Palm

The alchemist's guild is the richest guild in the entire continent. There is everything here. Han Qing immediately found Fatty Ling. From Han Qing's point of view, Fatty Ling must have a high status in the alchemist's guild.

"Han Qing, what are you looking for? Have you considered joining our alchemist union?" Fatty Ling looked at Han Qing and said with a smile.

"I came to you not to join the alchemist union, I want spiritual skills, the alchemist union should sell them, right!" Han Qing said lightly.

"Haha, well, you've found the right person. What our alchemist guild lacks most is spiritual skills. They have everything from heavenly rank to yellow rank. However, the highest level of the Hancheng branch is only the mysterious rank." Fatty Ling said .

"How many gold coins are needed for mysterious skills?" Han Qing asked, and now Han Qing still has 100 million gold coins in his hands.

"A low-level Mysterious-level one costs about 300 million gold coins, an intermediate-level one costs around 800 million gold coins, and a high-level one can sell for 500 million gold coins!" Fatty Ling said.

"So tall!" Han Qing frowned.

"The higher the level of this spiritual skill, the more powerful it is. First of all, the attributes of the spiritual skill must match the skills you practice. Moreover, with your current cultivation base, it is difficult to display the mysterious level of spiritual skills. Formidable power, with your current cultivation base, high-level Huang-rank spiritual skills are the most suitable for you, by the way, what is the attribute of the skills you practice?" asked Fatty Ling.

"The skill I practice is... um? Are you trying to trick me!" Han Qing glared at Fatty Ling, and continued, "Take me to buy spiritual skills."

"Uh, let's go! The Spiritual Skill Pavilion of the union is only open to members of our union. However, if I take you with me, I will make an exception. We will need a batch of third-grade pills later, and we must ask you for help!" While walking, Fatty Ling said to Han Qing.

"Third-grade elixir? I can't refine it!" Han Qing shook her head and said.

"It's okay, don't worry, I believe you will be able to enter the spiritual master realm soon, and I will naturally come to you for help when the time comes, come, follow me!" While the two were talking, they came to the alchemist guild.

"President!" The two spiritual masters guarding the gate hurriedly shouted respectfully when they saw Fatty Ling.

"President?" Han Qing was taken aback, and looked at the fat fat man in surprise. He never thought that this fat man was the president of the Hancheng alchemist branch.

"What are you looking at, follow me closely, I don't care if I get lost!" Fatty Ling glanced at Han Qing, and went straight to the alchemist union. Seeing this, Han Qing hurriedly followed Fatty Ling.

"President!" After entering the alchemist guild, all members of the guild will come over to say hello to Fatty Ling.

"Hey, isn't that kid Han Qing's good-for-nothing Han Qing? Why did he get mixed up with the president?"

"Han Qing, the good-for-nothing of the Han family, is he here to curry favor with our president?"

"What are you thinking? The president is an alchemist at the top of the fifth rank. How could he be flattered by the Han family? In my opinion, this Han family must have spent all their property. Please ask our president to protect their Han family."

Hearing the discussions all around, Han Qing smiled helplessly, and followed Fatty Ling directly to the third floor of the alchemy union. This third floor is the spirit skill pavilion of the alchemy union, and the guardian of the spirit skill pavilion is actually a cultivation Two powerhouses who have reached the ninth stage of the Great Spirit Master.

"President!" Seeing Fatty Ling, the two great spiritual masters shouted respectfully.

Fatty Ling nodded, and walked straight in. Han Qing followed, and two guards stepped forward to stop Han Qing.

"Please show the union token!" The guard looked at Han Qing indifferently and said.

"I didn't!" Han Qing responded.

"Let him in, this kid belongs to me!" Fatty Ling spoke, and the two guards naturally didn't dare to stop him.

"This is the Spiritual Skills Pavilion of our Alchemist Union. I will give you some time to choose by yourself. Remember, I can give you a spiritual skill as a gift. What grade of spiritual skill you can get depends on your fate." Already." Fatty Ling said.

"Send me off, really?" Han Qing was taken aback for a moment, then revealed surprise.

"Yes, for you, but it can only be one, go, the time for a stick of incense will soon pass!" Fatty Ling said, looking at Han Qing with a smile.

"Then I won't be polite!" Han Qing went straight into the Lingji Pavilion and began to search.

There are more than 3000 volumes of spiritual skills in the Spiritual Skill Pavilion, most of which are yellow-level spiritual skills, and a few of them are dozens of mysterious-level spiritual skills. Difficult, Han Qing is not stupid, the Huo Yan Jue she practiced is only for fire attribute skills.

"Advanced flame-eating swordsmanship of the Huang rank, do you still need to use a sword?!" Shaking his head, he put back the spiritual skills. Although the advanced spiritual skills of the Huang rank are precious, this is a set of sword skills and requires the use of a sword , and ordinary swords can't withstand the spiritual power of a healer, the current Han Qing can save as much as possible.

"Hey, low-level yellow class, Flame Palm!" At this time, Han Qing picked up a roll of red spiritual skills, Flame Palm!

"The quality is a bit low, but let's make do with it. After all, it's for nothing, so it's you!" It's almost time for a stick of incense. Qing is looking for it.

"Hey, why don't you look for a higher-level spiritual skill? This is a low-level yellow-level, the lowest-level spiritual skill. Are you sure you want it?" Fatty Ling saw Han Qing leaving with a roll of low-level yellow-level spiritual skills. Come out, frowning.

"Fatty man, the time for a stick of incense is so short, it's good enough to find this flame palm, or, you're giving me the time for a stick of incense, and I'm going in to look for it?" Han Qing looked at Ling Ling with a smile. said the fat man.

"Forget it, since you've already made your choice, I think it's fine. Would you like me to take you to the underground exchange, there are many good things there." Fatty Ling said.

"Underground exchange?" Han Qing was taken aback. Han Qing had also heard of this underground exchange. The things inside were basically unclean, and many of them were robbed or stolen, so the It is called an underground exchange, which means that it cannot see the light.

"That's right, let me tell you quietly, this underground exchange is right under our alchemist union!" Fatty Ling said smilingly pointing to his feet.

Han Qing frowned, looked at Fatty Ling with weird eyes, and said, "No wonder the higher-ups haven't been able to find out, so you are the ones who are protecting you." Well, almost every city has this kind of black market. The things in the black market are very cheap and are loved by spiritual masters, but their origins are not glorious.

"Hey, in this world, as long as the interests are suitable, why bother so much, should we go?" Fatty Ling said with a smile.

"Go!" Han Qing nodded.

(End of this chapter)