"Hehe." He Lingxiu smiled slightly but not.

"It seems that Fellow Daoist Wang doesn't know much about Manager He." The unkempt male cultivator smiled faintly and said.

"Is that right?" Wang Li suddenly became curious, "Hehe, fellow Taoist, you shouldn't have some special business, right?"

He Lingxiu glanced at him, too lazy to pay attention to him.

"I wonder what kind of spiritual pill is he trying to refine with Fellow Daoist Wang this time?" The unkempt male cultivator stopped talking and asked at He Lingxiu.

"I have thirteen level three demon pills and three level four demon pills in my hand. There is also a necrotic herb, one with divine roots, one with a ground-growing Scarlet ginseng, one with a real hook unicorn, one with a

A cinnamon plant, a priest of the priest, a celestial lotus, a lingyu bamboo yellow, a cinnamon plant, and a stagnant Ganoderma lucidum." He Lingxiu looked at the male cultivator and said, "I want to refine all these spiritual medicines."

Make a suitable elixir. As for what elixir you want to refine, you can do it and use it as much as possible."

Wang Li frowned and looked at her and the alchemist. He became more and more curious about the alchemist.

This alchemist is far from the alchemist he imagines, but at this moment he didn't even look much surprised when he heard these top-quality spiritual medicines.

And the most important thing is, what is this alchemist’s identity? He Lingxiu can trust him so much?

"good."

The alchemist nodded normally, and then his eyes fell on Wang Li, "You understand my rules, Shopkeeper He, do you understand, can Fellow Daoist Wang know?"

"What rules?"

Wang Li was stunned, "Do you pay the money or the goods in one hand, or do you have to get a commission?"

"It seems that you have never told fellow Taoist Wang." The alchemist smiled slightly and said, "I, Mu Qing Pill, first of all, must the alchemy be suitable for my taste. Secondly, if I agree to refine the alchemy, let me ask you to make my own pills.

The alchemist must help me do something.”

"Hehe, why haven't you told me?" Wang Li looked at He Lingxiu and became depressed, "There is such a thing? Don't alchemists pay the money and deliver the goods in one hand, it's up to your taste, isn't it?

Do you want to eat people? You have to do something. What are your strange rules? Mu Qingdan, why does this name sound familiar?"

The alchemist smiled slightly and turned to look at He Lingxiu.

He Lingxiu sneered: "You must feel familiar to you from Xuan Shizhou at least."

"No way?"

Wang Li's eyes bulged in an instant, "Are you the Daozi Mu Qingdan, who was known as Mu Kongshan Sect who had used up all his luck in Xuanshizhou two hundred years ago?"

"It's me." The alchemist sighed inexplicably.

"Are you a fake?" Wang Li was disbelief. He thought the alchemist was old before, but now he felt that he seemed too young. "Didn't you say you have already died, why has it become an alchemist here?
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