Heavens Myth Management System

Chapter 135 Waiting for 40 years

Wei Zheng silently looked at the three longan-sized elixirs placed in front of him. Two days ago, he was praying to Fujiu and the others not to make any more troubles. Today, Fujiu sent someone to bring him three kinds of sky-high price pills. Pill.

Alchemy?Don't be funny, Wei Zheng's mind is filled with the scene of Nangong Zhangwan smashing a monk with a hammer, the scene of Zhao Ke'er killing four No. 50 monks with a sword, and Fu Jiu draining more than 200 monks with a wave Bloody weird scene.

How do these people look like a group of murderous demon kings? !They can make alchemy?Don't make fun of me!
The shopkeeper stood next to Wei Zheng, and he had always been in charge of the business and finances of Zhanlongge, so when he heard that [Mythology] had sent three kinds of pills, the shopkeeper couldn't sit still for a moment.

What is the elixir?That is not a pill made by low-level apprentices blindly, and it is not as simple as making some medicinal materials into a round shape casually.

Everything that can be called a elixir is a thing that surpasses the heavens and the earth, and has all kinds of mysterious and unpredictable abilities.

The alchemist who came here a few years ago brought out all kinds of pills that almost blinded them. What kind of invisibility pills, broken rank pills, and flying immortal pills are simply unheard of, and the alchemy techniques are even more extraordinary. beyond their imagination.

Alchemists in the era of spiritual recovery are very rare, and most of them are alchemist apprentices who have found out by themselves, and they cannot be compared with the authentic alchemists inherited from ancient times.

Now [Mythology] actually brought them several kinds of elixirs, and they are planning to sell them in batches. How can the shopkeeper not be excited?
"Pavilion Master, let me see it first." The shopkeeper impatiently snatched three pills from Wei Zheng's hands, and began to observe carefully with a lens in one hand.

Wei Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he was already such an adult, it was time for the shopkeeper to change his temper.

However, he can also understand the shopkeeper's mood at this time, just like when he encounters a treasured sword, he can't help but go up and taste it. The shopkeeper has been running Longbao Shopping Mall for so long, and he has occasionally seen a few pills. But they were all made by luck among the alchemy apprentices.

Today is the first time the shopkeeper has heard of pills that can be mass-produced.

The shopkeeper put three dark red pills on the table, took out a carving knife as thin as a cicada's wing from the pouch on his waist, and carefully scraped off some fine powder on the pills.

Pour the powder into his mouth and savor it carefully, the shopkeeper's eyes widened instantly.

"This this"

"What's wrong?" Wei Zheng asked hastily, is there something wrong with the pill?
The shopkeeper's lips trembled, and he said tremblingly: "This is too incredible!"

Before Wei Zheng could inquire carefully, the shopkeeper stuffed the elixir into his mouth, and Wei Zheng said in his heart, "Damn it!" What's wrong?Wouldn't it be addictive after taking this elixir?

Wei Zheng felt that with the methods of Fu Jiu and others, it was indeed more likely to create addictive drugs.

After the shopkeeper swallowed the qi and blood fruit, the huge qi and blood made his whole face extremely red, so he had to sit cross-legged and refine the qi and blood energy.

Streams of qi and blood melted from the elixir, and as the blood flowed all over the limbs, it continuously strengthened the qi and blood of the shopkeeper.

About half an hour later, under Wei Zheng's anxious eyes, the shopkeeper's whole body was full of strong blood.

"boom--"

As if it was the sound of a burning stove, the shopkeeper's undisguised body emanated a powerful force.

Wei Zheng couldn't believe it, and asked cautiously: "Is this a breakthrough?"

Wei Zheng couldn't be sure, the shopkeeper's aptitude was appallingly low, otherwise he would have become a strong man under the indoctrination of Zhanlongge's huge resources, how could he be just an ordinary person?

The shopkeeper is already in tears at this time, how many years, how many years have passed?He finally, finally became a monk! !

Touching the wrinkles on his face, it turns out that I am already so old, the shopkeeper thought silently.

The 50-year-old Wei Zheng is now in his prime, and if he takes off his beard and pretends to be a boy in his 30s, people will believe him.

But he is already in his 40s, and he is not as old as Wei Zheng, but he has already begun to enter his old age.

The shopkeeper is well maintained, and there are not many signs of aging on the outside. Only he knows that his physical strength has been declining in recent years.

After all, the life expectancy of ordinary people is still not comparable to that of monks. He has followed Wei Zheng for more than 20 years and witnessed Wei Zheng's rise step by step.

Time didn't leave too many traces on Wei Zheng's body, if there were, probably only the extremely thick beard.

But he is gradually aging. How long is the lifespan of a fourth-order monk? Now that the aura has just recovered for a few decades, no one can measure it for the time being. There are also some powerful people who have deduced it. A fourth-order monk can live at least 200 years.

I don't know if it's really the shopkeeper, but it is certain that monks live longer than ordinary people. Perhaps, when he dies of old age, Wei Zheng will still look like this in his prime.

"Shen Yu? Shen Yu?" Wei Zheng's calling brought the shopkeeper back to the real world.

Shen Yu?What a nostalgic name. The members of Zhanlong Pavilion have always called him "the shopkeeper", even Wei Zheng is no exception. Now that the Zhanlong Pavilion is so big, the only people who still remember his name are Wei Zheng, Cyclops, etc. There are only a few old people, right?

"Have you broken through to the first level?" Wei Zheng's voice was full of surprise.

"Yes." The shopkeeper wiped the tear stains on his face with his sleeve, it's really embarrassing to lose his composure to such an extent.

Wei Zheng once searched for all the elixir in Qingshui City in order to allow him to break through to the first level, and he also went deep into the Wutong Forest many times to seize the treasures of heaven and earth protected by monsters, but in the end he found nothing.

Aptitude is destined by nature, every point of improvement is going against the sky, and it is extremely difficult.

Treasures that change qualifications are rare in the world. They have only appeared once in Qingshui City in the past ten years. It was a talent pill brought by the alchemist a few years ago. In the end, it was taken away by the Li family and had no chance to join the Dragon Slayer Pavilion. .

The Li family's wealth was extremely strong, and Wei Zheng was powerless to bid for the auction. It was impossible for the treasurer of the entire Zhanlong Pavilion to pay for it.

Regarding this, although the shopkeeper was extremely eager, he could only suppress it in his heart, pretending that he didn't care about his cultivation at all.

"This is power." The shopkeeper's fist hit the table, and a corner of the wooden table collapsed in an instant, sending sawdust flying everywhere.

The shopkeeper's fist was pierced with a few sharp wooden thorns, and bright red blood dripped down his fingertips, but he didn't know it.

"Cultivation? Strength? It turns out that this is what I've been looking for for 40 years."

The shopkeeper's sorrow and joy were intertwined, and he could no longer restrain the emotional fluctuations in his heart, and his tears were as unstoppable as a flood that opened the gate.

disregard?How could he not pay attention? !

Born in such an era where people cannibalize people, who knows how much effort he has put in to get to where he is today without strength?Who knows how many white eyes he suffered along the way?
At this moment, he realized it! !
(End of this chapter)