"What's going on? Did you use something?"
After coming back to his senses, the steward of the Su family questioned Xu Qiuqian.
"What can I use? Isn't this signature a magic weapon of your Su family?" Xu Qiuqian would not let the Su family steward slander her.
The steward of the Su family said it casually, because he knew clearly that no matter what method Xu Qiuqian used, there was no way she could be chosen by the lottery.
Then there is only one possibility.
It was Xu Qiuqian who was chosen independently by the signature.
Why is this happening?
He stared at the signature in Xu Qiuqian's hand, puzzled.
Xu Qiuqian did the same, and she found that the color of the signature seemed to be darker, and the brown was getting darker and darker.
If it goes this deep, it will probably turn into dark brown.
She complained in her heart, then paused, thinking about everything.
Yes, dark brown.
Isn’t dark brown just an earth color?
Then she looked at the steward of the Su family: "What is the attribute of this signature?"
"How do I know!" The steward of the Su family waved his hand impatiently, "Okay, okay, I'll treat this as a gift to you. After all, what is it?"
Anyway, if the Su family can't get it out, they may not be able to get it out either.
At best it would be a draw.
However, Xu Qiuqian became more and more sure of her inner guess.
Xiao Pengyue next to him also understood what Xu Qiuqian meant when he heard this and couldn't help laughing.
It seems that Store Manager Xu has a very high spiritual level.
It happened to be that the spiritual root attributes of the Shang Shang Lotus were the same, so the Shang Shang Lotus chose her directly.
Xu Qiuqian said without thinking: "Then let's take the eighth-grade restoration pill."
"..."
"Eighth grade? Are you crazy?!" the steward of the Su family blurted out.
What is the concept of the Eighth Grade Restoring Pill?
An eighth-grade elixir requires at least an eighth-grade alchemist to make it, and the elixir success rate is still very low!
In Yancheng, there are very few sixth-grade alchemists, let alone seventh- and eighth-grade alchemists. Even in Pingfeng City, which is the most prosperous and well-known in Xuanyun Continent, there are only a handful of seventh-grade alchemists. There are only two eighth-grade alchemists in the entire continent.
And the Restoration Pill is just an elixir for repairing physical injuries. If an eighth-grade alchemist makes an Eighth-grade Restoration Pill, it will be a waste of natural resources!
An eighth-grade alchemist would not waste time on this at all.
Therefore, there will be no eighth-grade restoration pill at all.
There are still some at the sixth level, and there may be some free alchemists at the seventh level who can make a few furnaces, but it is impossible for the eighth level.
Absolutely impossible!
"I'm not crazy, just tell me if you can take it out."
The steward of the Su family sneered: "No, why, do you want to say that you can take it out?"
Xu Qiuqian smiled slightly.
"I can really take it out."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand, and a porcelain bottle appeared in the palm of his hand. The porcelain bottle was opened.
The smell of Restoration Grass that is unique to the Restoration Pill is permeating the air, and the aura floating out is indeed that of the eighth-grade pill.
The steward of the Su family was shocked.
Which eighth-level alchemy master can make such an eighth-level restoration pill in his spare time? !
This is no longer a question of leisure or not, it’s a matter of mental illness!
"How about it?"
Looking at the smile on Xu Qiuqian's face, the steward of the Su family really wanted to make the smile disappear from this face. It deserved a beating!
He smiled softly and said, "Let's count you as the winner."
"A win is a win, why are we still talking about it?" Xu Qiuqian was dissatisfied.
"Okay, the Xiao family wins the second game." The Xu family steward gritted his teeth.
Xu Qiuqian threw the porcelain bottle to Xiao Pinyue.
"One hundred thousand spirit stones."
Xiao Pinyue accepted it with a smile, buying an eighth-grade restoration pill with one hundred thousand spirit stones.
Even his smile looked a little tired.
Of course Xu Qiuqian also noticed it and couldn't help but sigh.
How come no one sees her good intentions?
The eighth-grade recovery pill is the cheapest among the eighth-grade pills. If it were replaced by something else, it would cost at least 200,000 yuan. She was helping the Xiao family to save 100,000 yuan!
There are not many kind-hearted people like her.
"Brother, is Sister Xu very powerful?" Zhu Xin asked Zhu Yichen in a low voice, with a proud look on her face.
Zhu Yichen nodded, with the same expression as Zhu Xin's face.
"My master must be very powerful."
At this time, the steward of the Su family threw the lottery in the air again.
Everyone was worried about being like before, not even able to draw out their spiritual power, so they were scrambling to be the first, but Xu Qiuqian calmly played out a stream of spiritual power on the upward draw.
She had a hunch that the signature would be the same as last time.
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Shangshang rushing towards Xu Qiuqian with lightning speed.
The steward of the Su family stared, everyone was shocked, Zhu Xin and Zhu Yichen admired, and Xiao Pengyue couldn't help laughing.
Xu Qiuqian picked up the signature and raised her eyebrows: "This..."
"This doesn't count!" the steward of the Su family said without thinking. He was afraid that Xu Qiuqian would talk about another eighth-grade restoration pill, "Uh, this..."
"The surname is Xu." Xu Qiuqian reminded kindly.
"Fellow Daoist Xu, can I not count this time? Just think of it as selling me face."
Xu Qiuqian was surprised: "You can't even get the eighth-grade Restoration Pill, but you still have such a thing as face?"
"..."
Everyone was silent.
For a moment, I didn’t know whether I should complain about Xu Qiuqian or Xu Qiuqian.
"Ahem, let's do this. The Su family's 50,000 yuan does not count as an exchange. How about this time?"
Xu Qiuqian thought about it and realized that she had earned fifty thousand for nothing.
"Okay, just barely."
Hearing this, the steward of the Su family gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, but his face still refused to admit defeat, showing that he was in control of everything.
However, when Shang Shang signed once again rushed towards Xu Qiuqian at an uncontrollable speed, the steward of the Su family could no longer remain calm.
"What kind of bad sign is this!" He yelled, holding the top sign and wanting to throw it down.
But the Shangshangzhu is a fifth-level mid-level magic weapon. If he really damages the Shangshangshu, he will definitely have to pay more than hundreds of thousands.
Xu Qiuqian and his party were delighted to hear it.
The monks in the audience looked at each other in confusion.
Some people are curious about Xu Qiuqian because of this, and want to know what Xu Qiuqian did to make Shang Shang choose her unswervingly every time.
Did you choose any one you agreed to?
The steward of the Su family endured and endured, and had long since lost the calmness he had at the beginning. He smiled at Xu Qiuqian and said, "That fellow Daoist Xu, otherwise you should stop taking action."
Xu Qiuqian also knew that the game should be completed as soon as possible.
After all, the Xiao family is still carrying grievances.
He touched it and signed it, and said regretfully: "What a pity, I quite like it."
After saying that, he handed the signature to the steward of the Su family.
"Okay, I won't take action next time."
The steward of the Su family breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes filled with tears for no reason. He was so moved.
I didn't expect Xu Qiuqian to be such a sensible person.
Just because she can even take out such a weird pill as the eighth-grade Restoration Pill. If it weren't for the Xiao family, she would definitely be a guest at their Su family!
Thinking about it, the steward of the Su family threw the lottery in the air.
Xu Qiuqian did not take action this time.
Everyone held their breath in anticipation of being chosen by the lottery.
Then half a quarter of an hour passed, and the sign in mid-air seemed to be dead, motionless.
(End of chapter)
