My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Tailing city.

After the prefecture level pills were sold from Jeju Pavilion, people were crowded inside and outside Jeju Pavilion. Even if they knew that the pills required to be sold today were gone, they still didn't want to leave.

I just want to wait for my turn.

Inside and outside the door were tightly blocked by a dense crowd, and Jeju Pavilion could not operate normally at all.

Therefore, after discussing with steward Tang, the Lord of Huangfu's family came up with a way.

That's lottery.

The day before, people could draw lots first, and the next day, Jeju Pavilion shook out 30 numbers.

As long as the person who wins the number can get the opportunity to buy prefecture level pills.

If you don't need it, you can transfer it to others.

The Qu family looked at the flourishing Huangfu family. Naturally, they had to do some small moves.

The funny thing is that those little moves were cracked by the people waiting for the lottery just at the beginning.

The Huangfu family not only did not suffer any damage, but also formed a sharp contrast with the Qu family's increasingly smelly reputation.

The Qu family was completely defeated in this chess game!

The disgraced and defeated Qu family completely hated Lu Zijia.

If it weren't for the prefecture level pill provided by Lu Zijia to the Huangfu family, how could the Qu family lose to the Huangfu family?

Lu Zijia, who didn't know that she was completely hated by the Qu family, is now refining furnace after furnace of pills in the courtyard where Huangfu's family entertains her, as if she didn't know she was tired.

Lu Zijia didn't stop refining until all the prefecture level spiritual plants were used up.

"Master, is your mental strength rising again?"

Before Lu Zijia answered, Taiyi pill stove opened first. "Obviously, the master could only refine ten furnaces of ground-level pills in a day, and now it has reached twelve furnaces..

If you say that your mental strength has not increased, who will believe it? "

It's a weak and helpless Dan stove. It's almost no intermittent labor by its owner. It's a miracle that it doesn't blow up the stove in situ.

The pagoda turned its eyes on the Taiyi Dante, "in addition to the rise of spiritual power, it can also be the rise of soul power. Don't forget, the master is a wonderful flower who can use soul power to refine elixir."

Lu Zijia, who was putting the pill into the jade bottle, gave a meal in his hand. The next moment, the oblique Ni, who smiled and didn't smile, said to the pagoda, "wonderful flower?"

He suddenly realized that he had stepped on the ground. Lei's pagoda suddenly shook his head madly, "no, no, no, no, master, you heard wrong. What's small is that master, you are a god man who can use your soul to refine elixir. It's really great.

I'm proud of you in this life, in the next life, and in the next life. "

As the pagoda spoke, she rubbed the dog leg to Lu Zijia's side and rubbed Lu Zijia's calf with her hairy head. What do you think of the dog leg.

Lu Zijia, who was scratched by his legs, took it away unhappily and announced directly, "your master, my ears are very good, and it's no use mending the pot. Today your ration is halved, and the protest is invalid!"

Master, don't be too cruel to deduct rations or something.

"Hahaha - you deserve it. Let you be quick and cheap, and don't repent!"

Looking at the pitiful and regretful appearance of the golden pagoda rolling on the ground, Taiyi Danlu, as a little partner, laughed and gloated.