Su Changkong also noticed that each time he appeared, a large number of martial artists would come to purchase these Qi-Blood Pills at the first opportunity; he speculated about their identities, but he didn't care much.
"As long as they pay, does it matter who I sell the Pill Medicine to?"
"I'll take one bottle."
"Sir Bull, give me two bottles!"
Without having to hawk his wares, Su Changkong just had to set up his street-side stall, and a large number of masked martial artists would already be there to buy.
In this Ghost Market of East Forest Mountain, Su Changkong had also established a good reputation, and no one doubted the quality of his Pill Medicine!
"Hm?"
But at this moment, someone exclaimed in surprise, seeing that beside Su Changkong stood a wooden sign that read "Buying high-tier Qi-Blood type Pill Recipes" in big characters.
"Buying high-tier Qi-Blood type Pill Recipes?"
"That thing is probably not easy to come by!"