Painting of the Nine Immortals

For the demon water tribe, there are two people who are unforgettable forever.

One is the water **** co-worked by his family, and the other is Lingxian.

The shadow he brought to the demon water tribe was too deep, especially for those five monks who were flying by his sleeves. They were imprinted on his heart and could never be wiped out.

Therefore, when they saw Lingxian descend on the Yaoshui Tribe, everyone stopped. What followed was terrifying.

Frightened, they retreated unconsciously to the rear, their bodies trembling.

This made Ling Xian laugh and shook her head, saying that she was not a cannibalistic beast. Is it necessary to be so scared?

As everyone knows, he is no different from the fierce beast in the heart of the witch of the demon water tribe, and he is a hegemonic beast!

"Pre ... Senior, I wonder if you are here, why?"

A monk in the Dandan period pretended to be calm and stubbornly said, "If, if my demon water, demon water tribe has offended, please also forgive me.

Hearing that, Ling Xian shook her head with a smile and did not expect to scare them into this state.

Even the words are unfavorable. To what extent must this be fear?

"Relax, I didn't come here maliciously, but wanted to negotiate a deal with Yaoshui Tribe." Ling Xian smiled slightly, intending to pay something in exchange for the opportunity to observe the totem.

"Trading?" The old man froze for a moment, unknown.

"Good."

Ling Xian nodded slightly, looking around the audience, and said, "Who is the patriarch? Ask him to come out and talk to me."

"Ahem, I ... I am."

The old man coughed a few times, which was a little embarrassing, especially when he thought that as the tribe's master, he was frightened by Ling Xian, he couldn't wait to find a place to drill in.

Shame!

It's too shameful!

"You are the patriarch?"

Ling Xian froze for a moment, then immediately laughed. It wasn't ridicule, but she just felt funny.

"Yes."

The old man's face was burning like fire, and I just felt that this old face was completely lost.

"Then let's talk about trading, rest assured, I am not malicious about Yaoshui, even if you refuse to trade, I won't do anything." Ling Xian smiled gently, begging the old man to relax.

"Senior, please."

The old man was relieved, a little respectful and charming on his face.

The rest are the same, they bow their heads respectfully, and dare not look down at Ling Xian.

"The content of the transaction is very simple. I want to watch your totem of the demon water tribe. Of course, I will pay the equivalent."

Ling Xian's expression was calm, but all the people present changed color instantly, showing a little anger.

Totem is the most important thing in any tribe. Even people in the tribe cannot be enlightened at any time. How can an outsider watch it?

Therefore, everyone expressed their anger, but forcibly suppressed it, apparently daring to be angry but not to speak.

Seeing this, Ling Xian shook her head helplessly, and said, "Don't be too angry first, I said, it's an equivalent exchange, not a forced request."

On hearing that, the old man was silent.

He wasn't sure what Ling Xian's behavior was, and he couldn't guarantee that if he refused, he would be angry and destroy the demon water tribe.

For now, however, he feels that Lingxian should not have this mind, otherwise why talk more and force it directly.

At the moment, he asked cautiously, "I don't know what the senior would be willing to pay?"

"Elixir."

Lingxian raised his mouth, took out a healing elixir from his arms, and suddenly the aroma overflowed and filled the circle.

The eyes of everyone present lit up, with curiosity and excitement.

Even the elderly are no exception.

There are few people in the Wu tribe who practice alchemy. Therefore, elixir is very rare. Only large tribes and above have elixir.

Even if the old man was a monk in the period of Dandan, he had never taken it before, so how rare is the elixir in the Witch God Realm.

"If you promised me to watch the totem, how would I pay for a hundred pills of elixir?" Ling Xian smiled slightly, full of winnings.

He believes that this generous remuneration is enough to make the old man tempted.

When he heard his offer, the old man was frightened, and trembled, "How much ... how much?"

"One hundred."

Ling Xian's expression was calm, as if a hundred pills were in his eyes, it was nothing at all.

In fact, it is true.

With his knowledge of today's ethics, his wealth of assets, and a hundred pills of elixir, he will not feel distressed if he throws it away.

"One hundred!"

The old man took a breath, and the whole person was stagnate, unable to believe that this number was true.

The same goes for everyone present.

That's a hundred pills!

Not to mention the witches in these small tribes, even the medium tribes, have to be dull!

After all, in the Witch God Realm, elixir is a precious and rare existence. Even a general power cannot easily take out one hundred elixir.

Therefore, everyone present was shocked. Afterwards, there were some doubts, whether Ling Xian could really take out a hundred pills.

"Ahem, please forgive me for forgiveness."

The old man gave Ling Xian a careful look, his face full of hesitation.

"Just say whatever you want, I won't blame you." Ling Xian shook her head and laughed, already guessing what the old man was going to say.

"Dare to ask seniors, you ..."

The old man hesitated, grinning his teeth, "Can you really take out a hundred pills?"

"You don't need to worry about this first, you just need to tell me, if I gave you a hundred pills, would you agree to let me watch the totem?"

Ling Xian smiled a little. One hundred pills of elixir was nothing to him.

"That is of course no reason to refuse."

The old man nodded and turned his eyes to the crowd, saying, "Did you say that?"

"Yes!"

Everyone promised loudly, everyone was full of expectations.

If Lingxian asked for a totem, it would definitely not be obtained at the price of one hundred pills. But just watching, that deal is too cost-effective.

Even a medium-sized tribe cannot refuse.

"Very well, wait patiently." Ling Xian smiled with satisfaction, then took out many elixir and Qian Kunding.

The elixir that he refined a few days ago has already been distributed to the people of the Yaoshui tribe, and naturally he has to re-refine it.

And with his master-level accomplishments today, refining some low-grade elixir is effortless. Therefore, the speed of his refining was extremely fast. In just two hours, he had refined seven furnaces, and together they had more than sixty pieces.

Whether it's speed or elixir yield, it's powerful!

Therefore, everyone is shocked by the needlessness. When Lingxian began to refine, they were in a stagnation, and have not returned to God until now.

In this way, two more hours passed, and all of the 100 pills were refined, and the last one also had seven patterns.

Although these witch clan do not understand the meaning of the seven dandan patterns, whether in terms of appearance or smell, they all know that these elixirs are the best!

Therefore, their eyes were almost glaring, except for the shock, it was hot.