God-level Quick Wear: Sick Host, Ask For Light Pet

Everyone wants treasures.

Especially the beasts, let alone.

In just a few days, the already lively Sanhe Town has ushered in a peak of crowds.

Everyone is inquiring about the vision that day.

However, Ningmeng didn't know all of this.

Ningmeng stays in the yard all day and concentrates on cultivating. There is food in the kitchen. If she is hungry, she cooks a little and eats herself.

Moreover, there are also food exchanges in the system mall, a variety of food, hot and cold, and the price is very down-to-earth.

Although he killed the three of Zhou Rong and successfully summoned the companion soul, Ningmeng didn't know if Jiang Xinghuai would still hit her on her.

Although the Jiang family has not yet appeared, Ningmeng feels a sense of urgency in a race against danger and time.

The crises that have not arisen are the most terrifying, and the most important thing in cultivation.

Ningmeng's efforts were not in vain. In just a few days, on the basis of the original, her cultivation level has been improved.

The level of cultivation in this world is easy to divide, because every time you increase your cultivation, the aura on your body will be different.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple.

Red is the lowest and purple is the highest.

Above the purple, there are white and Wuji Supreme.

It's just that Purple is already a master of masters, and there are only a handful of people in the entire continent who can cultivate to white.

Before Ningmeng came, the body's cultivation base was yellow, and it had been at this level for more than half a year.

Now after these few days, she has cooperated with the mental method and practiced with great concentration, and has successfully raised her cultivation base to light green.

Ningmeng sat quietly in front of the window, consolidated the aura in her body a bit, and then opened her eyes.

She has been busy cultivating these days, but the healing pill she refined before has been almost eaten by Little Vine.

The pill made by Ningmeng has an excellent effect. After taking three bottles of Little Vine, the injury on his body is more than half healed.

If she eats another bottle, she will be able to recover.

Ningmeng hadn't been out for a few days before, but today, Ningmeng plans to go out and buy some herbs and come back to make alchemy.

After going out, Ningmeng discovered that there were obviously more people on the street today than a few days earlier.

Although Sanhe Town is backed by Gard Forest, there are often mercenaries and casual repairmen passing by Sanhe Town, but there have never been so many people like today.

Moreover, Ningmeng also keenly felt that many people on the street were not easy to provoke, and they were full of evil spirits and had a strong smell of blood.

Especially when they looked at the eyes of passersby, their eyes were sharp, as if they were looking for something.

Ningmeng lowered her eyebrows, calmed her mind, and walked into the herbal medicine shop.

There were no customers in the herbal shop, and the one who received Ning Meng was still the little Er from the shop a few days earlier.

Xiaoer of the shop receives all kinds of customers every day, but to his surprise, after seeing Ningmeng, he actually recognized Ningmeng at a glance.

"Guest, are you still coming to buy herbs?"

"Yeah, right." Ningmeng nodded and walked towards the counter.

After listening to Ningmeng’s words, Yuanyuan’s face smiled eagerly: “Then you came by coincidence. We have a new batch of medicines here this morning, and the quality is even better than before!”

"Well, everything I want is here." Ningmeng passed the paper in her hand.

She has a lot of things to buy this time. In order to prevent omission or forgetting, before Ning Meng went out, she had already written all the things she wanted to buy on the paper.

Xiaoer from the shop took a look and smiled: "We have these in our store, but the prices of the two herbs, Lucky Grass and Dendrobium, are higher."

"Yeah." Ningmeng nodded.

Xiaoer from the shop quickly took out all the things Ningmeng wanted, and Ningmeng looked through them one by one, and they were all medium-to-high quality.

When it was time to check out, Ningmeng opened her mouth and said, "A few days ago, you said that you would buy a pill. Can you still count?"

The shopkeeper was overjoyed when he heard the words, and looked at Ningmeng with bright eyes: "Guest, do you want to sell it?"

These days, there are many people who make pills, but few people can really make pills.

The profession of alchemist can be regarded as a profession sought after by everyone, after all, no one has been injured and accidentally, or when his life is dying.

However, because the profession of alchemist is very expensive, there is a family or other power behind the general alchemist, and the pill that is refined is also used by his family or trade union.

There are few alchemists in casual cultivation, which makes the pill on the market very precious.

On that day, seeing Ningmeng bought herbs and a furnace tripod, Xiaoer from the shop just said casually, and never thought that Ningmeng would actually refine the medicine.

Now, hearing Ningmeng's words, if he is not happy.

If the pill that Ningmeng took out was of high grade, although the pill was not for him, the shopkeeper would give him a lot of money as a reward!

Dian Er looked at Ningmeng eagerly, as if looking at a golden mountain.

Ningmeng nodded silently, and took out the pill he had refined a few days ago from the storage ring.

The shop Xiaoer took a bottle and opened the cork, and a strong smell of medicine immediately overflowed.

The smell of this medicine is floating in the air, making people feel refreshed.

Xiao Er was taken aback, and immediately closed the cork, and brought Ning Meng to the back of the shop.

In the small room behind, there was an old man sitting in it. This old man was also an alchemist when he was young. Now he is the inspector in this shop, testing the grade of the medicine, and then giving the corresponding price.

Xiao Er put the bottle in his hand in front of the old man.

The old man originally looked disapproving, but after opening the cork and smelling the smell of the medicine in the air, the old man opened his eyes in shock and immediately poured out one pill from the medicine bottle.

There are cumbersome lines circulating on the dark brown pill. Just looking at the appearance, it is much better than ordinary pill.

Although this is not as good as the Zong-level pill, it is much better than the average high-level pill.

The old man looked excited, his palms trembled, and immediately turned his head to look at Ningmeng: "Who made this pill?"

Ningmeng looked like she was only twelve or thirteen years old, and the old man would naturally not think she did it.

After Ningmeng heard this question, she suddenly felt something she had overlooked.

The expression on Ningmeng's face did not change, her gaze fell on the pill in the old man's hand, and she said, "What's wrong? Is this pill not good? It was made by the elders in my family."

"Okay! It's great! I take the liberty to ask, where does the girl live, the old man must visit and discuss alchemy with each other." The old man said, his expression getting more and more excited.