Guard The Scripture Pavilion For A Hundred Years, Invest In The Son Of The Plane!

【Name: Jiang Shan】

【Age: 38 years old】

【Strength: Five Qi Gathering】

[Luck Luck Level: Golden (One Party Supreme)]

[Life evaluation: Born in a bitter cold, but with amazing perseverance, hidden in the body, a trace of blood luck from the ancestors of the ancient Jiang family will be awakened in the forty years. 】

[Recent encounter: During the experience three years ago, I was bitten by the Ice Soul Snake, and the cold poison in my body became a hidden disease. Recently, it has reached the point of outbreak, and I urgently need a Sanyang Pill. 】

After reading it, Su Han stared at the two words after the luck level, "Golden"!

In the past few days, the highest I have seen is the yellow luck level.

And this outer disciple, who is recognized as the most diligent but the weakest talent, actually has golden luck, which really surprised Su Han.

And in Jiang Shan's life evaluation, there is actually the blood of the "immemorial Jiang family" in his body.

Although Su Han doesn't know the composition and strength of this family, it is definitely not easy to be dubbed the word "immemorial".

According to some ancient records, some supreme families cover the sky with one hand and have been passed down for thousands of years. The destruction of an empire like the Dagan Empire may be just a matter of moving your fingers, and you don't even need to move your fingers. There will be countless people stepping forward to curry favor.

It seems that Jiang Shan's ancestors were not simple.

Forty is not confused, that is to say, after two years, Jiang Shan will be able to awaken the blood talent in his body and soar into the sky.

Thanks to the system, otherwise Su Han really missed this excellent investment opportunity.

Thinking of this, Su Han called out to stop Jiang Shan.

"Wait, come here."

Hearing this, Jiang Shan turned around and walked towards Su Han, showing a puzzled expression.

"Elder Su, what's wrong?"

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Su Han lowered his voice and said to Jiang Shan, "Extend your right hand."

Immediately, Su Han pretended to feel Jiang Shan's pulse, showing a solemn expression.

"Jiang Shan."

"The cold poison in your body must be an old disease, and it can't be dragged on."

The words fell.

A look of surprise flashed in Jiang Shan's eyes, and then he sighed, "To tell the truth, Elder Su, I plan to go to the Ten Thousand Beast Forest after a while to see if I can find Sanyanghua."

The Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts, spanning millions of miles, is extremely dangerous, and it deserves its name among the dangerous places in the entire Dagan Empire.

Jiang Shan went to Wanshou Forest to find an antidote, which was tantamount to death.

But only Su Han knew that even if he didn't help Jiang Shan, Jiang Shan would not die from the cold poison.

After all, with golden luck, it is impossible to die easily.

Su Han pretended to think about it for a while, and then said: "Jiang Shan, actually, I think you are a good seedling for cultivating immortals."

"Your cold poison was bitten by the Ice Soul Snake, and only Sanyang Pill can completely eradicate it."

"You're lucky, kid. A few days ago, an old friend of mine who was an alchemist just gave me a few pills. Anyway, I don't need them."

"Here you are."

Saying that, Su Han took out a brocade box from his cuff.

Sanyang Pill, to Jiang Shan, is indeed too precious, after all, it is a third-grade elixir.

But for Su Han, the third-grade pills are not precious. After all, he has been in the Illusory Cloud Sect for so many years, and he has received a lot of gifts during the years of guarding the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

He has no fewer than ten of these Sanyang Pills.

The grades of pills, from low to high are: first grade, second grade, third grade... ninth grade...

Seeing that Elder Su handed him the Sanyang Pill that he had dreamed of directly, he was a little stunned for a while.

Immediately, he hurriedly waved his hands and said, "No way, no way, Elder Su, such a precious thing."

Sanyang Dan, on the market, the lowest quality requires 3,000 low-grade spirit stones.

Huan Yunzong, an outer disciple, only has a monthly salary of ten low-grade spirit stones, how long will he have to keep three thousand low-grade spirit stones, by then, he may all be poisoned and die.

"Stop talking nonsense, let you take it and take it."

Su Han didn't talk nonsense with Jiang Shan, he stuffed the brocade box into Jiang Shan's hand, and then turned to go about his own business.

Seeing this, Jiang Shan also froze in place for a dozen breaths.

He looked at Su Han, and there was a sense of emotion flowing in his heart that he had never felt before. Since he was a child, he has been struggling silently by himself, and no one has ever cared about him.

For this part, Jiang Shan has deeply engraved the name Su Han in his heart, and he must repay it in the future!

Because this Sanyang Pill is like a life-saving medicine to him.

Just like that, he clenched the brocade box in his hand and walked out of the Sutra Pavilion step by step.

He knew that after he got rid of the cold poison in his body, he left the sect and went to fight for a while. He couldn't rely on others to help him all the time, he had to fight by himself!

Even if it is death, so what? !

He still plans to go to the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts to fight and practice!

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