"This guest, sorry, each guest of the Blood Food Pill is limited to purchase 200 pills per month." The white-haired fox replied respectfully.

"Why is this?"

The tiger dragon lowered his head and stared at her, and he thought that his spiritual value would be too much.

"The guest didn't know that the foundation-building alchemy master who had been supplying blood food pills to Lingdan Pavilion a few months ago, and all his disciples disappeared. It was difficult to find the alchemy master, which also caused the supply of blood food pills in Lingdan Pavilion to become tight, and this was a bad idea."

The tiger dragon's gaze made the white-haired fox feel a little stressed, but he still calmed down and explained quickly.

"The customer's quota of 200 pills is now treated as the quota of ordinary monsters. Ordinary monsters can only purchase 50 pills."

When the tiger dragon heard the words, it had to give up.

But I was thinking that the last time I went out of the ghost market with General Kui, he killed a bald man in humans, and his disciple died in the hands of the monster. This is not the alchemist who once provided the elixir of the Lingdan Pavilion.

After thinking about it carefully, I really have this possibility with the blood-food pill on my body and using the alchemy furnace as a magic weapon.

"What does this mean? Why can't we buy more? Can't we look down on us?"

A black bear monster who was also buying a blood-food pill had a sharp ear. When he heard the words of the white-haired fox and the tiger dragon, he muttered in dissatisfaction.

He didn't dare to vent his dissatisfaction with the tiger dragon, but complained to the squirrel monster who was accompanying him. After all, the demon body of the tiger dragon was there, and it was obvious that it was not easy to mess with.

The monsters survived the fight in nature, but they were not stupid.

"This is what the Ghost Grandma in Lingdan Pavilion means. If the guest has any dissatisfaction, he can go and talk to Ghost Grandma directly."

The squirrel monster in front of him didn't look good-tempered, and said indifferently.

The black bear monster seemed to know how powerful the ghost grandma was, and immediately stopped and did not dare to talk more. In fact, he only wanted to buy ten blood-eating pills, which were far less than fifty pills.

This is the wealth he has accumulated for a long time. Most of the monsters are poor, and not every monster can be as rich as a tiger dragon.

When Hu Jiao heard their words, he left some thoughts, but he didn't think much about it.

He had to buy two hundred blood-food pills and six hundred spiritual hemp pills, and spent five thousand spiritual values.

Under the introduction of the fox, he bought a bottle of pill called Body Tempering Pill. It is said that it can temper the demon body, which can be used to prevent the tiger dragon from growing too fast in its cultivation, which may lead to the weak demon body.

This thing is not expensive. The tiger dragon spends 1,000 spirits, a total of 500 pills. At that time, one pill per day will be bought directly for one year and a half.

Since the pills have been purchased almost all, Hu Jiao went to the Spiritual Artifact Pavilion again.

There are not many customers coming and going to the Spiritual Artifact Pavilion. After all, most ordinary monsters rely on their own body to fight, let alone ghosts, they can’t even take on slightly focused weapons.

There was only one monster in the store, which was the black-skinned mouse that the tiger dragon saw last time.

"Customer, come and buy weapons?"

The black-skinned mouse obviously recognized the tiger dragon, not only because the tiger dragon had seen weapons here, but also because while chatting with other monsters, he heard that a monster had defeated the human monk holding a magic sword in the intestinal fostering building.

After careful confirmation, I realized that the monster who defeated the human monks in the Intestinal Eat Building was the one who saw his own weapons not long ago.

"Stop talking nonsense, take out all the weapons here and let someone try it."

The tiger dragon speaks differently this time than last time, but is full of confidence, and the tiger dragon's reputation has spread after the battle of trapping the cage.

Originally, if you only tried to try weapons and didn't buy them, the black-skinned rat demon felt a little indescribable. He glanced at the tiger dragon deeply and walked to a place where the weapons were placed.

The magic weapons and weapons here are classified, with some magic weapons for ranged attacks placed aside, while some magic weapons used for melee combat also placed aside.

What the tiger dragon is talking about is weapons, so what is needed is melee magic weapons.

The black-skinned rat demon walked into a room covered with a black curtain, and moved out a wooden stake with a height of two people and a diameter close to one person and walked out.

He didn't have many rat hairs all over his body, and his demon body was not tall, just the size of a normal adult, and it looked a bit funny and difficult to carry a huge wooden stake.

When I put it down, my legs became weak and I almost fell down.

The tiger dragon took out his claws to fix the wooden stakes so that he could not fall to the ground.

This made Hu Jiao very suspicious of how he moved before.

"This wooden stake is a wooden stake dedicated to the small shop's trial weapons. It can withstand ordinary attacks below the Demon King. Guests can use this wooden stake to try the small shop's weapons."

After being helped by the tiger dragon once, the black-skinned rat demon's tone became much better, and he pointed to a row of weapons behind him and said.

"Yes, let's try that iron stick first."

Tiger dragon pointed to the iron hook stick in the weapon stand and said, he still remembered the introduction of the black-skinned rat demon last time. It weighed a thousand pounds, with three thousand iron hooks at the end, made of alien iron.

"Uh... I'm afraid the guests will pick it up by themselves."

The black-skinned rat demon rubbed his hands awkwardly.

The tiger dragon glanced at the black-skinned rat demon's small body, and didn't care. He walked to the weapon stand a few steps and picked up the iron hook stick.

This is a six-foot-long black iron rod, with a fine iron hook at the end glowing cold silver.

A heavy feeling came from it, the tiger dragon waved it, and the iron rod buzzed in the air, smashing the wooden stake.

Bang!!

A dull striking sound came from the wooden stakes, and the vibration spread out, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Looking at the wooden stake, there was a slight long dent on it, and there were many fine small dots at the dent, which should be traces caused by the iron hook.

"The strength is good, but it is not sharp enough, so the damage is not good."

At this moment, the dents that were hit on the wooden stake have begun to slowly repair.

The main damage of the iron hook stick is the blunt blow caused by the iron stick power and the tearing effect of the iron hook at its end. However, in the eyes of the tiger dragon, it is okay to hit human monks of this level.

If you fight against those monsters with dozens of meters long, this kind of damage will be completely painless.

"Guests, you can try the Yin-Yang Two-Pole Sword. The Yang Sword cuts iron like mud, and even if it is taken by a mortal, it can cut gold."

The black-skinned rat demon took out two swords, one black and one white, pulled out one of them, and a cold light hit him.

The tiger dragon took the white sword and slashed the sword blade towards the scales. With a light stroke, it actually drew a subtle trace.

But after a few casual waves, he handed the white sword back: "It's too light, as light as nothing, and can't exert force."

"If you want weight and attack, guests can try the Bailiang Mountain-Splitting Axe again. It has an extremely strong texture and can also chop mountain-splitting stones."

The black-skinned rat demon pointed to a black axe with inscriptions in the weapon stand and said.

The tiger dragon picked it up and injected its demonic power. Sure enough, it saw a sharp edge on it, and waved it onto the wooden stake.

Bang!

The wooden stake trembled, and a trace of the deep finger of a mortal appeared on it.

"This axe is OK, both weight and sharpness are good."

The tiger dragon pulled out the axe, played with it for a while, and then put it down again, "It's just a bit too short. The store owner, why not give the golden horror axe a try."
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