There are also many grades of psychic potions. For example, the inferior ones are mostly green.

Generally, it appears yellow.

The ones circulating in the market are generally yellow. After all, most of the top-quality golden psychic potions are in the hands of senior executives. Even if they are produced, they will never be circulated in the market.

The last time Qi Chen gave Mo Dingshan a normal psychic potion.

It's just that I have a lot of merit points recently, so I have been extravagant and have been extracting the highest-level psychic potions.

The gorgeous golden color flows faintly, and the radiance under the moonlight is charming and gorgeous.

Master Mo paused for a moment, and then a flush of excitement appeared on his face. When Qi Chen handed him the bottle of top-quality psychic potion, he was already so excited that he couldn't express it in words.

If a bottle of ordinary potion could be worth one year of his training, then a top-quality psychic potion would be worth at least two years.

After all, there is no aura in the air, so it can only be produced slowly by your own internal organs, and the speed is naturally very slow.

"This... is too expensive, and this kind of medicine should be used for practice, not for use in battle."

Although Mo Dingshan was very excited, he also understood that this kind of thing was so rare that even the repair department couldn't produce much of it in a year.

This bottle is worth at least tens of millions, and even if you have money, you can't buy it.

"It's a waste if you don't put it there..." Qi Chen watched as his merit points continued to rise, which were all brought about by this bottle of potion. It even far exceeded the cost of the lottery, so he didn't feel distressed at all.

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"Master Mo, you can't be so ink-marked just because your surname is Mo." Qi Chen forced the psychic potion into Master Mo's hand. The latter shivered and almost lost his grip.

"Too..." Mo Dingshan spoke incoherently, his eyes scarlet red.

Psychic potion?

"Dad, what is this?"

On the side, Xue Zi looked at the strange atmosphere in the venue, a little puzzled. He only had a partial understanding of it.

Xue Yuan's eyelids trembled and he said: "As far as I know, this psychic potion seems to be extremely important to monks. Every bottle is a priceless treasure. I once saw your Uncle Hu use one bottle carefully, just like a family heirloom.

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"Ignorance." Qiao Xuyou stood beside him. Although his face was serious, his heart was already filled with turmoil.

"What ordinary monks can buy are low-quality or ordinary products. Only great masters and some extremely powerful masters can use such top-quality psychic potions."

He glanced sideways at the Xue family father and son.

"To put it simply, a bottle of top-quality psychic potion can directly allow an ordinary person to enter the realm of a monk."

"What?!"

Xue Zi's expression suddenly changed, and he now had a clear idea of ​​the potion Qi Chen took out.

"How could he do this...I worked hard

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I have been suffering, collecting various medicinal herbs, and visiting many monks, but I can't find anything that can allow me to enter the monks..."

"He actually gave it away like this..."

Xue Yuan's chest was also rising and falling, and the depths of his pupils were deeply shocked. He suddenly felt that both his and his son's ideas were wrong.

Maybe this Master Mo is not the person behind Qi Chen at all, maybe there is someone else.

Thinking of this, he shuddered. Fortunately, he also had a hand on his side, and there was also Master Man.

The cold moon is like frost.

In this wasteland, there used to be many mosquitoes and insects, but now, they have all disappeared.

Hu Feng took a deep breath, but the greed in his eyes was not hidden at all.

His mouth was dry and he wished he could snatch it on the spot.

He finally understood what Master Man was thinking. A guy who could easily take out the best psychic potions would have such a rich collection behind him.

Gulu!

Master Mo drank the psychic potion in one gulp and even carefully licked the mouth of the bottle clean without missing a drop.

The next moment, the skin all over his body became transparent, the spiritual energy in his body continued to flow, and his whole person became extremely excited.

That feeling is even more refreshing than when I was young.

"Hu Feng! You hypocrite, come on!"

The broken thin sword made a clanking sound, like a harp string under the moonlight.

A finger was played on the strings, and the next second, heavy sword sounds and many sword shadows appeared.

"It's a pity. If I had taken the psychic potion before I was injured, I might have been able to reach the master's level."

"The eagle strikes the sky!"

Mo Dingshan's body seemed to be flying in the air.

Hu Feng shouted loudly: "Mo Dingshan, you have really wasted a bottle of potion. With your current ability, you are at least as good as me, but as long as I continue to use it, I can still kill you."

"bring it on!"

Hu Feng grasped the sky with both hands, stepped on the earth with his feet, and with a sudden burst of force, all kinds of weeds and gravels swept up, trying to hold up the sky.

"Hurry back, these two people are really serious, they are trying their best."

"How terrible!"

Everyone was shocked.

But Helian Congcong's eyes fell on Qi Chen instead, and he bit his teeth lightly: "Qi Chen, who are you?"

Old God Qi Chen was here, watching the battle scene. This was the first time he saw two quite powerful monks facing off head-on.

"Neither of them is my opponent." He was confident in his heart.

The voice of the weapon spirit remembered: "Host, you have the best mental skills and skills, and you also have my teachings. Of course, ordinary monks in the enlightenment realm are not your opponent."

"But this is the Enlightenment Realm. If you meet a master of the Qi Nourishing Realm, you should be careful."

"What you experience in the Enlightenment Realm is the Small Heavenly Tribulation, but what you experience in the Nourishing Qi Realm is the Thirty-nine Heavenly Tribulations."

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"As long as you endure it, your strength will improve by leaps and bounds."

Qi Chen said seriously: "I know that I will be careful when facing such masters."

The weapon spirit mocked: "Master? Host, you are wrong. The Qi-nourishing realm is at best just a stronger ant. If the host is like this, he is probably an ant."

Qi Chen was stunned. He had never seen a weapon spirit be so arrogant.

"Bang!"

Ahead, the ground shook.

Qi Chen looked over and saw that the two of them competed with each other and both retreated.

"Master Mo was too seriously injured and lost an arm. He is no match for Hu Feng."

Just as Qi Chen said, Mo Dingshan's face turned blue.

"Mo Dingshan, just admit defeat. You have wasted a bottle of the best psychic potion." Hu Feng gasped slightly, his lips turning slightly white.

In this era of lack of spiritual energy, monks often compete with each other on the consumption of spiritual energy.

The Xue family father and son finally breathed a sigh of relief, and smiles gradually appeared on their faces, but Qi Chen didn't give them any chance at all.

"Master Mo, has the spiritual energy in your body been exhausted again?"

"It's okay, I still have it here, do you want another bottle?

In full view of everyone, Qi Chen once again took out a first-class psychic potion.

Hu Feng almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, his heart was twitching, and he felt as if he was being tied up with a whip and whipped.

The ultimate psychic potion, what a precious thing it is. Which master or great master's tomb did this kid steal?

However, he is still unwilling to admit defeat. If he gives it a try, he still has a chance.

But in the next second, Hu Feng's entire body seemed to be petrified.

There is a moon in the sky, grass on the ground, lights in the distance, and Qi Chen has the best psychic potion.

"Master Mo, I think two bottles may not be enough. How about I give you another bottle?"

A potion appeared again in Qi Chen's hand.

Hu Feng was stunned. He just wanted to ask the other party where this thing was wholesaled from.

However, after the shock, he felt deeply tired and knew that he had lost today.

Even if Mo Dingshan is injured and lacks spiritual energy in his body, as long as a large amount of spiritual potions are provided, the opponent is already invincible.

Xue Zi's face was extremely ugly. It couldn't be said that he was jealous, angry, or distressed.

These are three bottles of top-quality psychic potions. They are treasures that can achieve the success of three monks, but they were easily taken out by this guy.

"Hey, Master Hu, don't leave. Let's fight. Let's fight. This fight is not over yet. If you don't have psychic potion, you can ask the Xue family for it. They are not very rich."

Hu Feng didn't say a word and walked faster. Everyone even saw that the other person almost fell down. He was obviously angry at Qi Chen's words.

However, no one saw that the seemingly kind-hearted Master Hu's eyes were filled with ferocious bloodshot eyes at this moment.
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