Qingmiao and Tugo are so powerful. The other two are more combat-effective, and aren’t they even more powerful? And how terrible would the enemy who can force them to escape separately?

I didn't think about it anymore. When I thought of the enemy's strength, Ye Zhe didn't want to live anymore. He quickly returned to the original topic: "Selling it is too wasteful, what should I do?"

"It's easy to refine it into a pill and take it yourself. It's easy to sell it, but it's difficult to buy it again. Or you can wait for another twenty years to wait until the next batch of spiritual ginseng is mature." Qingmiao said.

"You're easy to say, who will I go to refine the elixir? I don't know." Ye Zhe said angrily.

Qingmiao said for granted: "I can."

"You can refine elixirs?" Ye Zhe looked at Qingmiao suspiciously. In his impression, the alchemist was mysterious and rich. Anyone was so rich that he was dying. He was known as the two rich professions in the world as the weapon refiner. Ye Zhe used to regret that he did not take the alchemy or alchemy exam, otherwise he would not have been so poor now.

Of course, the main reasons are the fast entry and quick entry of sword cultivators. His family cannot provide him with alchemy and weapons, and he can't afford it alone.

Qingmiao said disapprovingly: "What's the difficulty? Alchemy is nothing more than formula and heat. If you master these two points, you won't be able to refine the elixir well, and you won't be able to do it."

Qingmiao's confident expression immediately made Ye Zhe see a golden avenue appear in front of him. If he could really refine the pill, he would be rich.

"I'll go buy the materials." Ye Zhe rushed out of the house excitedly, but not long after, he ran back and grabbed his pocket awkwardly: "Bobo, spit out some spiritual spring water, and I don't have the money to buy the materials."

Isn’t he selling spiritual ginseng just for money? Now he doesn’t sell it now and wants to buy alchemy materials and tools. Where can he get the money?

Compared to ordinary people, Ye Zhe is actually not poor. He earns 20,000 or 30,000 yuan a month, so it is completely fine to support his family, but it is far from enough to practice. A spirit stone costs more than 100,000 yuan a year, and you can almost buy a spirit stone if you save a year.

A place with more spiritual energy has a monthly rent of tens of thousands of yuan. That kind of place is not enough for a blessed land. Very few people who can be called blessed land will be rented out, and those who rent out will only collect spirit stones.

So practicing is a sport that compares who is rich. Some people start to nourish the elixirs from their mother's womb, and live in a blessed land full of spiritual energy after birth. They can speak of enlightenment at the age of two and three, and build foundations at the age of seventeen and eighteen, and win directly at the starting line.

Ye Zhecun’s money is fine, and it’s okay to rent a house, but it’s far from buying alchemy materials. Fortunately, there is a large pool of spiritual spring water in the cave, so it’s easy to exchange some of the selling points for money.

Huichuntang, not far from the community, purchased a large amount of Lingquan water, with a fair price, and also sold elixir materials and alchemy furnaces. Ye Zhe sold five major altars, each of which ten liters of Lingquan water was exchanged for a total of five million "huge" models.

At the same time, he bought the cheapest alchemy furnace. He was careful with the medicinal materials and only bought a small part. The remaining part was broken in half. He ran to the east and west of the city with a flying sword. He found two non-chain old-fashioned pharmacies and bought them all in batches.

Qingmiao once said that the most difficult thing in refining alchemy is the formula and heat. If you buy all the medicinal materials in the same pharmacy, wouldn’t the formula be leaked? On the contrary, the alchemist is very concerned about the alchemy furnace, and Qingmiao doesn’t care, just let him buy cheap ones.

With all the materials and tools in hand, only a fraction of the money was left. Thanks to the main medicine spiritual ginseng, he brought his own medicine, otherwise it would not be enough. He asked about the spiritual ginseng from Huichuntang, which was the treasure of the store, which was priced at fifty spirit stones and would not be sold for money.

It was already noon, and Ye Zhe returned to the apartment with the materials, but when he went upstairs, he met his neighbor Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun is a very beautiful young woman who lives next to Ye Zhe. She is about thirty years old. She is an ordinary person with no cultivation. She looks sexy and mature, just like her name, and has a charming charm.

Usually Ye Zhe went out early and came back late, and rarely met each other. When he met occasionally, he just nodded and greeted each other. He did not have too deep contact. He knew nothing except his name and knowing that she was married.

But now, this charming female neighbor, covered her face and hurried downstairs, with red slap marks on her face exposed between her fingers, her eyes were red, and tears were circling in her eyes, as if she was about to burst out.

Ye Zhe frowned and stopped Zhao Yun and said, "Zhao Yun, have you been beaten? Who beat you?"

Zhao Yun looked up and saw that it was a young neighbor who had only met a few times but was not very familiar with her. She moved her palms, covered the palm prints on her face tighter, and smiled bitterly, "No, I fell myself, thank you for your concern."

While talking, he wanted to go through Ye Zhe's mistakes.

The stairs are not wide. If Ye Zhe does not turn sideways, it will be difficult to pass by the wrong person. However, Ye Zhe does not move. Zhao Yun saw that he was not going to let go, so he had to whisper: "Please give it up."

The tone was a little anxious and a little pleaded.

Ye Zhe did not let him go, and asked again: "Zhao Yun, who beat you?"

If it was something else, Ye Zhe might not care about it after he was concerned about it. He was not a kind-hearted person.

But judging from the palm prints on Zhao Yun's face, it was obvious that it was a man's palm print. Combined with Zhao Yun's expression of indifference, the one who hit her was afraid that it would not be her husband.

What Ye Zhe hated most in his life was a man of domestic violence. He didn't dare to provoke outsiders outside. He went home and vent his anger on his wife and children after drinking some wine. He was simply a scumbag.

When Ye Zhe was a child, he had a good playmate in the village. He was beaten to death by his father after drinking with his mother.

That year, Ye Zhe was eight years old and parted with his friends in the evening, but the next day he only saw a cold body. At that moment, Ye Zhe had his own feelings about death.

After the conviction of the domestic violence, the law enforcement officer was beaten to death under a big tree at the entrance of the village.

Zhao Yun shook her head and refused to answer Ye Zhe's question, but said anxiously: "Ye Zhe, I'm fine, please give it up."

At this moment, a head suddenly appeared in the atrium of the stairs, and a full of anger came down: "Okay, you little girl, you have brought your face home, and you dare to say you don't have one!"

My head retracted, and the heavy footsteps were slashing downstairs.

Zhao Yun's face turned pale and she pushed Ye Zhe anxiously: "No, go quickly, leave quickly, he will hit you if he is unreasonable."

While talking and pushing, sweat came out of his face so anxious that he didn't worry about being beaten, but instead he was afraid that Ye Zhe would be beaten innocently.

Ye Zhe blinked, and the footsteps were faint. He heard that he was an ordinary person without cultivation. However, Zhao Yun was afraid that he would be beaten by ordinary people. Could it be that she didn't know that she was a sword cultivator?
Chapter completed!