Chapter 122 Low-Grade Medicinal Herbs

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"Of course there's no problem."

The stall owner first glanced at the item Qin Yi was referring to, then heaved a sigh of relief and smiled.

"That would be the best!"

With that said, Qin Yi stretched out his hand and waved, and ten low-grade spirit stones the size of fingernails appeared in front of the stall owner.

Then, he stretched out his hand again, and the so-called precious sword was taken into the storage spirit ring by him.

Then, he took those small items from the booth, a small ore, a withered medicinal herb, and the black weeds.

Qin Yi didn't care much about the ore and medicinal materials, and put them directly into the storage spirit ring.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the task, the task reward has been sent!"

"Ding! Found a low-grade medicinal herb, gentian grass, which can extract the blood of a true dragon!"

It was the weed in his hand, and the system's prompt sounded.

Tianpin low-level medicinal herbs?

True dragon blood?

A flash of excitement flashed in Qin Yi's eyes. Sure enough, the things that the system valued were not simple things!

Heavenly grade low-level medicinal materials, such treasures may not even be seen by grandmasters and warriors.

It can be said that if the news of this low-grade medicinal herb of the heavenly grade spreads, it will attract countless powerhouses!

Even, the warriors who come to compete for this medicinal material will be the powerhouses surpassing the master warriors!

Not to mention, this medicinal herb has a slight relationship with the real dragon!

The true dragon, who calls the wind and calls the rain, controls the thunder, and changes the color of the world when you are angry!

For such treasures, Qin Yi picked up a leak this time. It can be said that he picked up a big leak!

"Wait a minute, stall owner, can this thing be sold to you? I'll give you twenty low-grade spirit stones!"

At this moment, a slightly surprised voice sounded.

"Well?"

Qin Yi looked back and saw a figure striding forward. The direction his finger was pointing was the gentian in Qin Yi's hand!

"Um?"

Qin Yi's heart tensed. Could this person see the essence of gentian?

This man can't stay!

If anyone sees the essence of gentian, no matter who it is, they can't keep it!

A look of coldness flashed in Qin Yi's eyes, and murderous intent jumped.

Gentian grass is such a treasure, we must not let any news leak out, otherwise it will be a big disaster!

"No, this person shouldn't recognize gentian!"

Qin Yi swept over people, but relaxed.

The person who came was a young man in his twenties, dressed in a blue dark robe and carrying a sword, he looked like a young knight.

The blue-robed youth was looking at the gentian grass in Qin Yi's hands with surprise and eagerness.

However, although this person looked surprised, he did not have the kind of hideousness that wanted to kill people and seize treasures.

This also made Qin Yi calm down. If this person recognized Gentian, he would not be so calm.

It should be this person who knew that the gentian in Qin Yi's hands was a valuable medicinal material, but he did not know that it was gentian.

"This son, wait a minute, I have changed my mind, I will not give this medicinal herbs!"

Originally, the stall owner was still immersed in the joy of slaughtering Qin Yi.

The blue-robed youth's words surprised him, and he immediately reached out to take back the gentian.

"Humph!"

Qin Yi snorted coldly, his subordinates did not move slowly, and with a light push, the gentian grass was put into the storage spirit ring.

"Just now, you have given this thing as a gift, and you have given it to Ben Shao."

Qin Yi stood up and glanced at the stall owner indifferently.

"But now I regret it!"

The stall owner had a greedy face and twenty low-grade spirit stones, which was a windfall.

"Go back, in front of this young master, you are not qualified to go back!"

Qin Yi's nostrils trembled, like thunder blasting in the ears of the stall owner.

The stall owner was struck by lightning and slumped on the ground, not daring to look at Qin Yi again.

"Humph!"

Qin Yi sneered, and immediately flicked his sleeves, ready to leave.