Therefore, for the Qibao Conference, the black market here is more sought after.

"The Qi Gathering Pill, three gold coins and one, can help the profound spirit to enter the profound soul. The price is cheap, the family uses it, and the effect is remarkable. Buy more and get more, come and see..."

"Hey... take a look! Don't miss it when you pass by... The soul-gathering pill, which allows you to jump from the Xuanba to the Xuanhuang, as long as you have a hundred gold coins... Don't ask for it...should buy as soon as possible, in short supply..."

In the cries of one after another, various vendors rushed to deliver the medicine into the hands of passers-by.

Most of the people who come here are buying pills for the family to enhance their strength, and in a word they call for tolerance.

The money in their hands is all public money. As long as they are fooled, money is definitely not a problem.

Therefore, the more people dressed up like Ling Luoyu, the more welcomed.

Along the way, Ling Luoyu didn't know how many times it was pulled.

At first, she rebuffed with a smile, but then she just pretended to be deaf and inaudible with a cold face, which made her clearer.

"Step aside"

A shout came from the front, and a thin figure flashed.

He was young, only twelve or thirteen years old, and he looked like a tiger-headed tiger-headed man, and he was rather chubby and honest.

Behind him, was an old man in his fifties, dressed in a purple-black cloak, with a fierce face.

"Boy, stop for me!!"

He poured out his profound energy several times and wanted to fight out, but because there were too many people around him, he didn't dare to use it after all.

Xiao Pangdun, who was familiar with the road, flickered in front of the stalls, but did not hit them alone, which made the old man who was chasing even more annoyed.

"Boy, if you don't stand still, I will really get angry!"

Seeing Xiaopangdun go further and further away, the old man finally couldn't bear it, raising his hand to strike out a profound energy.

"boom!"

Xiao Pangdun was lifted off with a booth in an instant.

With a muffled hum, Xiao Pangdun rolled and fell to Ling Luoyu's feet, a package in his hand was thrown out, and the contents inside fell out.

Suddenly, it turned out to be a human hand.

The "hands" were pale, white as if they were bleached, and the knuckles of the fingers were clearly plump.

"Five fingers white flowers?!" Ling Luoyu's pupils shrank suddenly.

Five-fingered white flower, the flower of the tarsus of the demon clan.

The ancestor's pharmacopoeia once used the record of five fingers and white flowers.

Legend has it that in ancient times, humans, demons, and gods stood in the shape of three legs.

After the demon people die, a kind of rotting fungus will grow on the bones, and it will become a rare elixir after tens of thousands of years, called the five-finger white flower.

The five-finger white flower is five fingers when it is born. Later, as it absorbs the yin and spiritual energy of the earth, it gradually shrinks into four fingers, three fingers, two fingers, and one finger.

One finger is the most precious.

On the side of the pharmacopoeia, the ancestor deliberately used cinnabar to note the flower of the soul.

According to him, the five-finger white flower is an elixir poured by the demon's soul, and those who take it can gain the power of the dead demon.

When seeing these words at the time, Ling Luoyu still disagreed, feeling that the ancestor was a little exaggerated.

If you can gain the strength of the living by eating, then what else do you cultivate?

Just squeeze the head to find Wuzhibaihua.

Besides, when she told the demons and protoss, she was also skeptical, thinking that most of the creators of this stuff could not believe it all.

However, the five-fingered white flower in front of him was like a heavy hammer, which hit Ling Luoyu's heart fiercely.

"There are really five fingers white flowers?!!!"