"What do you mean?"

Xue Wenhai looked at Xia Wuji's confident look and felt aroused.

Does this guy have more nine-leaf golden-wireeded soul flowers?

I originally had to take a look and suppress the price.

But this guy seems to have it.

He originally planned to say that at least five plants would be suitable, but he temporarily changed his attention.

"Ten plants!"

"Ten plants?"

Xia Wuji raised his eyebrows lightly.

Xue Wenhai smiled slightly. In order to be more persuasive, he coughed lightly and said, "I think you should have some understanding of alchemy..."

Just understand what a big deal.

Xia Wuji refused to say anything, and he didn't answer, listening quietly to him.

Xue Wenhai continued: "Generally speaking, alchemists will have a success rate of alchemy, and the chances of success at one time are very small, almost zero. It often takes many times to refine a furnace of elixirs."

"So, if there are a few plants, there is no guarantee that the alchemist can refine a furnace of elixirs, and it has wasted other configurations of elixirs.

"Only ten plants can we be sure to refine a furnace of elixirs. This is why I mentioned to you why ten plants are suitable.

"Do you understand if I say that?"

Xia Wuji nodded, "I understand, what you mean is that the more you are, the better. It is best to have more than ten plants, and the price can be kept at 100,000 per plant. What I said is correct?"

Old Xue Wenhai's face was full of smiles and nodded, "You understand very correctly."

"I wonder how many you have?"

Xia Wuji waved his hand and said lightly: "Don't be busy for this. I not only want to sell spiritual medicines, but also buy elixirs."

"Oh? Mr. Meng, please have tea."
Chapter completed!