Crossed into the cultivation world and became a farming boss

Chapter 42 Out of the City (6)

The monks who came and went heard the movement, and came to watch the excitement.

Knowing that spirit beast meat is sold so expensive, they all spurn and despise the shopkeeper, who is crazy about money.

Ling Xi was a bit depressed at the side, the same vegetables, why senior chefs make them differently, there must be a reason why they are expensive.

It's just such a fuss, and no one stepped forward to buy it.

The spirit beast meat was lying there alone, like a "poor little boy" that no one wanted.

This time, Ling Xi was not in a hurry to leave.

She wanted to see the reaction of the first person to eat spirit flesh!
After waiting for a long time, from noon to sunset, when she was almost falling asleep, someone finally walked towards the spirit beast meat.

It was a haggard, ragged male cultivator who seemed to have returned from the brink of life and death.

The man shuffled to the front of the shop, and glanced at the spirit beast meat with his eyelids raised.

He had just come back from the Luofeng Mountains, and he was really hungry. Although he had already started fasting, he would still feel hungry if he didn't eat for a long time.

Cultivator bigu, do not eat human fireworks, spiritual power can become more pure without impurities!

The man shook his head, trying to restrain his appetite.

But after all, I couldn't control my mouth... I bought a copy!
Taking the spirit meat of the Foundation Establishment Period from the shopkeeper, unwrapping the oiled paper, the rich aroma of the marinade spread out immediately, and Nanxiu grabbed the marinated chicken leg and gnawed it.

At the first bite, I felt a scent of elixir filling the taste buds, and the meat was so chewy that I almost swallowed my tongue.

This... this taste... is really impressive!
How long has he not been home?

He seemed to recall that when he was young and never had a bigu, his mother filled the table with delicious meals, which were warm and delicious.

Nanxiu didn't notice it at all, a tear flowed from the corner of his eye.

After he ate a whole chicken leg, he realized that the spiritual power was not as violent as imagined, and the spiritual power consumed in Luofeng Mountain was slowly recovering, which was more effective than low-level spiritual liquid!

And after careful experience, I found that the complex aura in the body in the past is being decomposed and absorbed by the dantian little by little!
Although only a little bit, even negligible, but it is indeed loose!

God!

God!

God, what kind of panacea is this!
Nanxiu widened his eyes, fearing that the spirit flesh would be snatched away, he hastily called out in a low voice: "Shopkeeper, give me another twenty pieces of foundation-building period spirit flesh!"

Nanxiu only hated himself for having no money, otherwise he would have bought them all.

One amethyst can buy at most one second-grade spirit power pill, but eighty spirit stones can buy two chicken legs, which is equivalent to two spirit power pills!
Both are used to restore physical strength. Although the physical strength restoration effect of spirit and flesh is not comparable to that of the real second-grade elixir, the price is cheap, and there is a trace of marrow washing in it, so why buy the expensive one?

One must know that Xisui Pill is a fifth-grade elixir, worth one hundred purple crystals, even if the effect is far different from the real Xisui Pill.

But too many ants can kill an elephant, right?
The monks who came and went, seeing the male cultivator rushing to protect the treasure like packing the flesh and blood, were puzzled and sneered.

Where did this bumpkin come from, who hadn't even eaten soul meat?
But the moment the oiled paper was opened just now, the aroma wafted into the nostrils...it was really seductive!
Is it really delicious?

Seeing that the male cultivator was ecstatic, everyone couldn't hold back and stepped forward one after another to try.

Most of the foundation-building monks bought the foundation-building spirit meat, while the Qi-refinement monks bought the spirit-refinement meat. After paying, everyone opened the oily paper bags one after another. Whether it was the appearance or the taste, it really whetted the appetite.

At the moment of the entrance, the crowd became quiet, and they stared at each other dumbfounded.

　This is the first time I am writing a fantasy novel, and the settings are not perfect. The price of the elixir has been revised in the previous article, please forgive me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)