NOVEL WEB I! Jar merchant, Qin Shihuang prescribes the elixir of longevity at the beginning
Chapter 78
Personally set foot in the Daqin and Han dynasties.
With his current cultivation of 'Inner Qi Leaving the Peak', he may be able to do something big, and he just tried to see if he could really affect the real world.
"The last one!"
".......,"
put away the purple world crossing card.
Li Xiaohan set his eyes on the last qi luck jar, he can be said to be in the head of fortune today.
Just right.
Take advantage of the victory and chase a wave.
"Click—" The
pale white inner qi gushed out again.
The last gas luck jar was also directly shattered.
What appeared in front of Li Xiaohan was a golden invitation, which was the first time he had encountered this kind of reward.
【Invitation Letter of Ten Thousand Worlds (Gold)
】【Effect: After use, you can invite a customer with the appearance of an emperor to arrive in the Immortal Valley】
【Qi luck point:? 【
........】The
foundation of the 'gas luck tank system'.
It's luck!
The best way to increase your luck is to let someone with great luck (the emperor) buy a pot of luck.
Originally, only Ying Zheng arrived here, and the luck points on his body were also spent.
Li Xiaohan is struggling with how to add new customers.
Now pour well.
The problem was solved directly on the spot.
Tearing up this invitation to ten thousand realms, it instantly turned into a golden light and fled into the void.
Next second.
The mist of the Immortal Valley is pervasive.
A light gate slowly appeared within the scope of the immortal realm.
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PS: New books on the shelves, ask for a wave of automatic subscriptions!
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===Chapter 53: Penglai Sanren Tong Yuan! The boy who inherits the legacy of Daqin! ===
Han Empire.
Changshan County, Zhending County.
Exactly seven years have passed since the mighty Yellow Turban Rebellion.
Although the rebellion of the Yellow Turban Thief was suppressed, the people's lives have not improved, and they are still in a state of poor livelihood, and the Han Empire, which is full of holes, needs a king who comes to the chaotic world to suppress this era!
An unknown mountain range.
There are three thatched huts, inhabited by one old and two young.
“920！"
“921！"
“922！"
"......" Two
teenagers around the age of sixteen kept waving the spears in their hands and practicing with sweat.
One is named Zhao Xing and the other is named Zhao Yun.
A few years ago, they were valued by the hermit masters passing by, and brought back to the mountains to cultivate, teaching them advanced gun skills, so that they can get a place to survive in this chaotic world.
Follow the method taught by the master.
Zhao Xing constantly honed the limits of his marksmanship.
Every time you swing a spear weighing 20 pounds, you are doing your best to improve speed, strength, and skill to the extreme.
In order to constantly break through himself and enhance his strength, Zhao Xing can be said to be overloaded with training, almost squeezing the last trace of strength in his body.
The hands were as heavy as lead, but the faith in the eyes did not dissipate.
“998！"
“999！"
“1000！"
With the last shot, Zhao Xing stabbed the spear in his hand into the ground.
Then Zhao took a gentle rock, sat cross-legged on it, and began to adjust his breathing, so that the exhausted body could get a better rest, so as not to leave permanent damage.
Compared with.
Zhao Yun, who was standing on the side, looked much more relaxed.
The martial arts talents of the two people are not at the same level of existence at all.
About a break for a blaze of incense.
An old man with gray hair but a heavy breath slowly walked over from a distance, beckoned to the two, and said: "Cheng Qin (?) Zilong, come here.
"Yes, Master."
With his current cultivation of 'Inner Qi Leaving the Peak', he may be able to do something big, and he just tried to see if he could really affect the real world.
"The last one!"
".......,"
put away the purple world crossing card.
Li Xiaohan set his eyes on the last qi luck jar, he can be said to be in the head of fortune today.
Just right.
Take advantage of the victory and chase a wave.
"Click—" The
pale white inner qi gushed out again.
The last gas luck jar was also directly shattered.
What appeared in front of Li Xiaohan was a golden invitation, which was the first time he had encountered this kind of reward.
【Invitation Letter of Ten Thousand Worlds (Gold)
】【Effect: After use, you can invite a customer with the appearance of an emperor to arrive in the Immortal Valley】
【Qi luck point:? 【
........】The
foundation of the 'gas luck tank system'.
It's luck!
The best way to increase your luck is to let someone with great luck (the emperor) buy a pot of luck.
Originally, only Ying Zheng arrived here, and the luck points on his body were also spent.
Li Xiaohan is struggling with how to add new customers.
Now pour well.
The problem was solved directly on the spot.
Tearing up this invitation to ten thousand realms, it instantly turned into a golden light and fled into the void.
Next second.
The mist of the Immortal Valley is pervasive.
A light gate slowly appeared within the scope of the immortal realm.
..................................................................
PS: New books on the shelves, ask for a wave of automatic subscriptions!
....................................................................
===Chapter 53: Penglai Sanren Tong Yuan! The boy who inherits the legacy of Daqin! ===
Han Empire.
Changshan County, Zhending County.
Exactly seven years have passed since the mighty Yellow Turban Rebellion.
Although the rebellion of the Yellow Turban Thief was suppressed, the people's lives have not improved, and they are still in a state of poor livelihood, and the Han Empire, which is full of holes, needs a king who comes to the chaotic world to suppress this era!
An unknown mountain range.
There are three thatched huts, inhabited by one old and two young.
“920！"
“921！"
“922！"
"......" Two
teenagers around the age of sixteen kept waving the spears in their hands and practicing with sweat.
One is named Zhao Xing and the other is named Zhao Yun.
A few years ago, they were valued by the hermit masters passing by, and brought back to the mountains to cultivate, teaching them advanced gun skills, so that they can get a place to survive in this chaotic world.
Follow the method taught by the master.
Zhao Xing constantly honed the limits of his marksmanship.
Every time you swing a spear weighing 20 pounds, you are doing your best to improve speed, strength, and skill to the extreme.
In order to constantly break through himself and enhance his strength, Zhao Xing can be said to be overloaded with training, almost squeezing the last trace of strength in his body.
The hands were as heavy as lead, but the faith in the eyes did not dissipate.
“998！"
“999！"
“1000！"
With the last shot, Zhao Xing stabbed the spear in his hand into the ground.
Then Zhao took a gentle rock, sat cross-legged on it, and began to adjust his breathing, so that the exhausted body could get a better rest, so as not to leave permanent damage.
Compared with.
Zhao Yun, who was standing on the side, looked much more relaxed.
The martial arts talents of the two people are not at the same level of existence at all.
About a break for a blaze of incense.
An old man with gray hair but a heavy breath slowly walked over from a distance, beckoned to the two, and said: "Cheng Qin (?) Zilong, come here.
"Yes, Master."
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