Chapter 144 The bark of black iron wood

"Is there a suitable one?" Leng Yan asked Se Xian. Se Xian frowned and wanted to shake his head. He saw that Leng Yan chose several unusual medicinal herbs from the stall and put them in a pile. He asked the stall owner, "How much do these cost?"

The stall owner is a young man, just in his early twenties. He has a pair of bull's eyes, which are very big, but he looks a little squint. He is very thin, his cheeks are deep, and his fingers are dry.

"These are only exchanged but not sold!"

"What to change?"

"The crystal nucleus."

Leng Yan frowned. The crystal nucleus is also a hard currency, and the crystal nucleus is also relatively precious. Just like the crystal nucleus said by Se Xian, it is a very precious spatial attribute, but most of the crystal core prices are just like that.

"I don't know what crystal nucleus you are interested in." Leng Yan said and took out a few crystal nuclei from the space ring, most of which were sacred beasts, with obvious five-e elements, which was also relatively good.

The stall owner raised his eyes and looked at the cold flame. He hummed and said, "Your crystal nuclei are too low, at least the crystal core of the mythical beast. The crystal cores of the five mythical beasts, you take those away.

Sexian shouted, "You are a lion!"

"Do you want love or not? I didn't ask you to change it." The stall owner snorted coldly and looked full of disdain.

Se Xian wanted to say something, but he was pulled by Leng Yan. Then Leng Yan took out the crystal cores of five mythical beasts from the space ring and put them on the booth, and put away the medicinal herbs one by one.

The stall owner snorted and put away the five crystal nuclei.

"I heard that there is a skill that can extract energy by devouring the nucleus of Warcraft, and I don't know if it's true." Leng Yan seemed to say something casually, but the stall owner's face suddenly changed, and his eyes were so big that his eyes almost fell off.

"Although practicing this skill can quickly improve the illusion, if the conditions are not enough, it will also bring powerful side effects, that is, the illusion is too complicated."

"If you insist on practicing like this all the time, the illusion will damage the body, and the crystal nuclei needed for practice will become more and more demanding. And this kind of person will be dry, his eyes bulging, and his expression will be depressed many times. I don't know if you have heard of it.

Leng Yan said, leaning slightly towards the stall owner, and the smile at the corners of his mouth was so evil.

"What the hell are you going to say?" The stall owner shrugged his shoulders, "You have said so much, is there anything wrong with practicing this skill? Everyone has their own practice methods. What do you want to do when you come up alone? The stall owner began to calm down from the shock.

"I heard that the power of restoring attributes can repair the damaged body. If you no longer insist on practicing this skill, a healthy body can also automatically refine the magic power and take the power to a higher level. I don't know if you are interested."

The stall owner snorted and said, "Wood attribute elves are not so easy to find."

"If you can tell me the origin of this thing, and the origin of your practice, I can consider helping you." Leng Yan said, picked up the thing that resonated with the blade of the Son of God and held it in his hand.

"You have a lot of pictures! Why should I believe you?"

"You can't live for more than three years!" Leng Yan's words scared Se Xian, who thought he knew medical science.

Although the stall owner is a little thin and a little depressed, it doesn't look so serious at all. After all, he is a practitioner who can repair his body with magic power...

Wait, illusion?

There is also a touch of pity on Sexian's face. If what Leng Yan said is true, then this person's life expectancy may be shorter than three years.

The phantom power in the muscles and veins of the whole body is mixed, and the five elements are compatible with each other. It is chaotic. It not only hurts the meridians, but also hurts the body. It is not feasible for the practitioner to repair the body with the illusion force, because his phantom power has become a chronic poison.

The stall owner coughed softly and said, "I still have medicinal materials and crystal nuclei. I can refine the elixirs for recuperation, and I will be fine!"

"It's just to tell them their origin. Isn't it worth letting you exchange?" Leng Yan pulled the corners of his mouth, "If you don't want to, forget it."

With that, Leng Yan turned around and pulled the string to leave.

However, after taking two steps, the voice of the stall owner behind him came hoarsely: "I can tell you, but it's very dangerous there. Don't go as much as possible."

Leng Yan turned around and said, "Where are you talking about?"

"Henmu people have you heard of it? It's a site of the Shenmu people! I found a way to absorb the power of the crystal nucleus there. This method improves my strength quite quickly, but in a year, I changed from an ordinary illusionist to an illusion master. But this year also made me feel the pain.

"Later, I learned that this skill was just a broken book, and I didn't get the second half..."

"I went there again and almost lost my life, but I just got a piece of this."

"It contains a very powerful power of life. At that time, I thought it was something similar to the wood element elf, so I studied it for a long time, but finally gave up. It can't be activated at all."

"Of course, there is no way to activate it! Because it's just a piece of black iron bark!" Leng Yan curled his lips and said, "Because of the long time, the wood cells slowly corrode and degrade, but the minerals inside are still preserved and become like this."

"Every grid contains the power of powerful wooden attributes. If you can't carefully penetrate the network, you can't get the power inside. Naturally, you won't be able to use it."

Leng Yan put the things back in the hands of the stall owner and said, "Take this and wait for me in Xiyuan. I will help you then."

The stall owner listened to Leng Yan's words, immediately cleaned up the stall and said, "I'm willing to follow you."

"Are you afraid that I will lie?" Leng Yan said and raised his hand. Unexpectedly, the man grabbed her, stared at Leng Yan with his huge eyes, and said, "It's just because Xiyuan can't be entered at will by people like me."

Leng Yan scratched his head and thought about it, but Zeng Yong was a phantom master!

Just follow. People should also be a little vigilant.

But Leng Yan soon knew that he wanted to do it again, because of Zeng Yong, the bargaining skills were so powerful!

After shopping around the trading market, Leng Yan and Se Xian were convinced that they bought half of their budget!

It's awesome. It's equivalent to a 50% discount.

Leng Yan sighed. Looking at this Zeng Yong's eyes are different. He never thought that he could meet such a strong price reduction in the vast continent, and he was also an obscene man.

"I used to be a peddler for a while when I was forced to make a living." Zeng Yong said with some embarrassment.

Does the vendor... go to that kind of place?

Generally, practitioners have no money, and they will not go to the fog forest to hunt a few monsters... Zeng Yong seems to be a little special, and Leng Yan understands.

Zeng Yong's practice is the crystal core. If he wants to upgrade from a phantom master to a phantom master, the crystal nucleus needed for practice is really an astronomical figure. In this way, it is much more normal for Zeng Yong to be a profiteer.

Why doesn't Leng Yan buy the bark of black iron wood directly, but uses means to wrap people and goods together?

That's because the cold flame felt the power of black iron wood, and at the same time, he also found that something was wrong with Zeng Yong. Obviously, the bark of the black iron wood was not traded, but obtained by Zeng Yong himself.

Zeng Yong can bring out the black iron wood from the Shenmu ruins. Obviously, the black iron wood has recognized the owner. If you want to get the information of the black iron wood, you need Zeng Yong's help.

"Is this the other hospital of Longshuo Xiuling College?" Zeng Yong was taken to another hospital with a light in his eyes and looked around, "This other hospital is so high. Obviously, he is not an ordinary student."

Leng Yan nodded casually and said, "Zeng Yong, can you feel the soul in the black iron bark?"

As soon as he said this, Zeng Yong was stiff there. For a long time, he asked, "You, do you know the soul inside?"

Leng Yan nodded slightly and said, "I can feel it."

"Can you let it go?" Zeng Yong said excitedly.

"You know that there is a soul in it, and it should also recognize you as its master, right? Why do you still put it on the stall? Leng Yan has been disgusted with Zeng Yong's behavior for a long time. If it hadn't been for Zeng Yong's usefulness, he would not have taken people with him.

"I just want to have a master I know to help, and it's not necessarily about goods on the stall." Zeng Yong obviously felt the anger of the cold flame and hurriedly explained.

Leng Yan cares about the soul inside. If only the soul inside could say something about the Shenmu ruins.

"If you want to save the soul, it is the same as exporting the power of life inside. You need to open the closed obstacles. I need a little time and space. I hope you can wait here. Leng Yan said.

Zeng Yong naturally had no objection. He watched Leng Yan enter the room, and he also sat on the ground and waited.

Time passed minute by minute by second. At the beginning, Zeng Yong didn't feel anything, but as time went by, he became nervous. At this time, it was already dark, and Leng Yan had been inside for a few hours, which gave Zeng Yong a bad feeling.

The worst thing is that Leng Yan swallowed things and fled, but this is the villa of Longshuo Xiuling College. The students here should not be so shameless, right? Leng Yan's performance just now did not look like that kind of person.

Secondly, something happened to the cold flame...

Thinking of this, Zeng Yong couldn't help turning around the door several times. He didn't know whether to push the door in or continue to wait.

Just as he hesitated, the door opened...

Leng Yan stood at the door, looking exhausted. Without black iron wood, Zeng Yong could not even feel the soul in the black iron wood.

Zeng Yong looked at Leng Yan, and his big eyes turned red: "What did you do?"