Immortal Medicine Master

Fatty Wu opened the jade bottle containing the Spirit Gathering Pill and took a big sniff. He felt that the hunger in his body was a little less. He wanted to smell it again. When he saw the old man's expression, he seemed a little unhappy. The old man smiled slightly and said nonchalantly: My little friend, you have a very good nose, but although the quality of my Qi Gathering Pill is not top-notch, its effect is real. As for the price, it is naturally determined according to the market. I want this bottle of Qi Gathering Pill to cost thirty spirit stones. Fatty Wu frowned, his voice rose, and he pretended to be surprised and said: Thirty spirit stones is not a small amount. Fellow Taoist, your price is a bit high. " When the old man heard this, he was not angry and responded calmly: My little friend, you are well aware of the effect of my Qi Gathering Pill. Thirty spiritual stones are definitely worth it. Besides, my price is already the fair market price. If you don't believe it, you can go and ask elsewhere. Fatty Wu knew that what the old man said was true. This Qi Gathering Pill was indeed a good helper in cultivation. It could quickly replenish spiritual energy, which was indispensable for a monk like him who often needed to consume a lot of spiritual energy. However, thirty spiritual stones is not a small amount. I still have dozens of spiritual stones in total. I will buy some spiritual rice later. Will I starve to death... He has to think about it carefully. So, Fatty Wu began to bargain with the old man. The two of them went back and forth, refusing to give in to each other. After a fierce confrontation, Fatty Wu finally settled the deal with twenty-eight spiritual stones...