Twenty-four storage bags flashed at the same time, and then colorful spiritual lights lit up. With the sound of "clang, dang, dang, dang," each wooden box, as well as bottles and cans, fell to the ground, piled up like a hill.
Fu Shiyi waved his sleeves, and wisps of spiritual energy turned into thin white ropes, wrapping each bottle and floating in front of Mr. Fu. Mr. Fu was already a fifth-level alchemist and could distinguish the elixirs just by smell. Pharmaceuticals.
"Ten Jade Spirit Pills"
"One piece of Canglin Pill"
"Thirty Qi-Building Pills"
"...."
Mr. Fu quickly checked the elixirs, and Fu Zhihong on the side was writing down the elixirs that the old man read out and making a book.
at last.
A total of 50 Jade Spirit Pills, 6 Canglin Pills, 120 Qi-Building Pills, 8 Qi-Blood Pills, and a total of 236 pills were counted, including 20 fourth-grade pills. The rest are all third-grade elixirs, all used to restore true energy.
The twenty fourth-grade elixirs are of different varieties, but have the same effect. They are all used to heal wounds.
Fu Zhihong looked at Fu Shiyi who was about to count the wooden boxes:
"Eleven, this storage bag is your trophy, how do you plan to distribute it?"
"Father"
Fu Shiyi glared at Fu Zhihong.
This storage bag.
It was a trophy that everyone fought together, how could it be hers alone?
but.
Looking at Fu Zhihong's subtle eyes, he understood that his father wanted to put himself in the position of the county leader and how to distribute the elixirs.
Fu Shiyi thought for a while.
He opened his mouth and said:
"Sixteenth Brother, Eighteenth Brother and Sixth Sister, ten of them, although they were injured, they should be able to recover in half a year by absorbing spiritual energy. However, the situation is unstable now, so one person gave them a fourth-level low-grade Yuling. Dan, Thirteenth Uncle and Bai Lian are more seriously injured, so if we allocate one Canglin Dan to each of them, the twelve of them will be able to recover within two months."
"The remaining fourth-level high-grade elixir will be left to my grandfather."
"Put the third-level elixir into the warehouse"
"Father, what do you think of this distribution?"
Valley is a trivial matter among this race.
Fu Shiyi never cared, so she just followed her own habits in how to distribute the money.
Fu Zhihong finished listening.
smile slightly
"Eleven, before distributing the elixir, the most important thing is to calculate their respective contribution points in this battle at Qilin Mountain. The fourth-level elixir is of high, medium and low quality. Different categories have different contribution points. You have to Ask them if they want to keep their contribution points or exchange them for elixirs directly."
Too much trouble!
Fu Shiyi frowned slightly when he heard this.
She smiled and said:
"Father"
"It's up to you to do these things."
She still had a lot to deal with.
Instead of spending time on these chores, do other things.
Fu Zhihong wanted to say something, but in the end he swallowed it. One bite cannot make him fat. If he wants to cultivate Eleven into a future family leader, he just needs to take his time.
The three of them then continued to dismantle the wooden box.
In the box.
Most of them are musical instrument magic weapons, of different types, there are forty pieces in total. Twenty-four of them are natal magic weapons, and the rest are all defensive magic weapons. Except for the little Zhang family, other immortal cultivators are not good at these musical instruments.
In these storage bags.
I couldn't find a book on the practice of musical instruments.
The remaining wooden boxes are all spiritual stones.
Apparently.
From the beginning, the head of the Xiao Zhang family followed the same practice after their defeat, and only put war supplies in the storage bags.
"Huh?"
