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Fang Ping felt it was a pity there was no storage equipment.

Some large items were hard to bring back from the Catacombs, just like last time when he had killed quite a few martial artists but had to leave all their weapons behind.

Fortunately, he managed to retrieve two weapons, otherwise, he would be crying with vexation.

Fang Ping did not continue tying himself into knots over the matter, however. He considered for a moment; he did know how long it would be before he next went down to the Catacombs.

He could not delay his cultivation from now on either.

"Let me have 10 Bodybuilding Pills, 10 Eleven Pills, and 10 Viscera-shielding Pills as well."

"What do you want so many for? Are you preparing to hone your heart?"

Old Man Li was slightly surprised. For middle-ranked cultivation, these three pills were highest in demand.