Chapter 162 Eighth Grade? are you crazy? !

"What's going on? Did you use something?"

After coming back to his senses, the steward of the Su family asked Xu Qiuqian.

"What can I use? Isn't this signature a magic weapon of your Su family?" Xu Qiuqian would not let the steward of the Su family slander her.

The steward of the Su family also said it casually, because he knew clearly that Xu Qiuqian could not force the lottery to choose her no matter what method he used.

Then there is only one possibility.

It is Xu Qiuqian who was chosen independently by the signature.

Why is this?

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, tell me, what is it?”

Since the Su family couldn’t get it out, they might not be able to get it out either.

　At best, it’s a draw.

However, Xu Qiuqian became more and more sure of her inner guess.

Xiao Pengyue, who was standing next to him, also understood what Xu Qiuqian meant 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 sign were the same, so the sign directly selected her.

Xu Qiuqian said without thinking: "Then take the eighth-grade restoration pill."

"..."

"The eighth-grade? Are you crazy?!" the steward of the Su family blurted out.

What is the concept of the Eighth Grade Restoring Pill.

The 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. It is the most prosperous and well-known Pingfeng City in Xuanyun Continent. There are only a handful of eighth-level alchemists. Looking at the entire continent, there are only two eighth-level alchemists.

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 resources!

The 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? Come out?"

Xu Qiuqian smiled slightly.

"I can really take it out."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand, and a porcelain vase appeared in the palm of his hand, and the porcelain vase was opened.

The smell of Fuyuan Grass, which is unique to Fuyuan Dan, is permeating the air, and the aura floating out is indeed that of the eighth-grade elixir.

The steward of the Su family was shocked.

Which eighth-grade alchemist can make such an eighth-grade restoration pill in his spare time? !

This is no longer a question of leisure or not, it’s a matter of mental illness!

　"How is it?"

Looking at the smile on Xu Qiuqian's face, the steward of the Su family wanted to make the smile disappear from this face. It was too much to be beaten. !

He smiled and said: "Let's just assume you win."

"A win is a win, why are you 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. One hundred thousand spirit stones bought an eighth-grade restoration pill.

Even the smile looks a little tired.

Of course Xu Qiuqian noticed it and couldn't help but sigh.

Why doesn’t anyone see her good intentions?

The Eighth-grade Restoration Pill is the cheapest among the Eighth-grade pills. If it were replaced by something else, it would cost at least two hundred thousand. She was helping the Xiao family to save one hundred thousand!

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 on Zhu Xin’s face.

　“My master must be very powerful.”

At this time, the steward of the Su family also threw the lottery in the air again.

Everyone was afraid that they would not even be able to draw out their spiritual power like before, so they were scrambling to be the first. However, Xu Qiuqian calmly played out a stream of spiritual power on the lottery.

She had a hunch that the signature would be the same as last time.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Shang Shangzhu rushing towards Xu Qiuqian with lightning speed.

The steward of the Su family stared, everyone was shocked, Zhu Xin and Zhu Yichen admired him, 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 Xu Qiuqian said another eighth-grade restoration pill, "Uh, this..."

"The surname is Xu." Xu Qiuqian kindly reminded.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, can you not count it this time? Just think of it as selling me face."

Xu Qiuqian was surprised: "You can't even get the eighth-grade restoration pill, you Is there such a thing as face?"

"..."

Everyone was silent.

For a moment I didn’t know whether to complain about Xu Qiuqian or Xu Qiuqian.

"Well, how about this, the Su family's fifty thousand is not counted as an exchange for this time?"

Xu Qiuqian thought for a moment, earning fifty thousand for nothing.

"Okay, just do it."

Hearing this, the steward of the Su family gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, but he still refused to admit defeat. It reveals that everything is under control.

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 Shangshangzhuan is a fifth-level mid-level magic weapon. If he really breaks it, he will definitely have to pay more than hundreds of thousands.

Xu Qiuqian and his party were delighted to hear and see it.

The monks in the audience looked at each other in confusion.

There are also people who are curious about Xu Qiuqian because of this, and want to know what Xu Qiuqian has done to make Shang Shang choose her unswervingly every time.

How about choosing one at random?

The steward of the Su family endured it again and again. He 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 allThe Xiao family is still carrying grievances.

Touched the signature and said regretfully: "What a pity, I quite like it."

After saying that, he handed the signature to the Su family. Steward.

"Okay, I won't take action next time."

The steward of the Su family breathed a sigh of relief, and inexplicably tears filled his eyes. He was moved.

I didn’t expect Xu Qiuqian to be such a sensible person.

She can even produce 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 the Su family's house!

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.