1779: C1779 Quick Leather(part I)

C1779 Quick Leather(part I)

Lin Hao got closer to the Treasure House. With a quick glance, he recognized the path and walked to the second floor without looking. He didn't encounter any obstacles along the way.1

When the guests of the Treasure House saw Lin Hao, even those who didn't know him couldn't help but glance at him. Some of them whispered to each other.

"Who is this White-clothed Youth? He's a young Level, but why does he have such a majestic aura? And why is he able to go up to the second floor? That's a place that even Aristocrats isn't qualified to enter."

Someone replied with a sneer, "Don't tell me you don't even know Lin Hao? White-robed God of Death? Given Lin Hao's current strength and status, I'm afraid that even Pavilion Master from the Treasure House would have to treat him with respect. "

The interrogator was stunned. He looked at Lin Hao's back as he left, his respect and admiration increased.

Along the way, before he even stepped into the second floor of the Treasure House, he heard the hearty laughter of a man.

"Sir White-robed God of Death, why did you have the time to visit this small restaurant? Are you here to find Bai Ze again?"

A muscular middle-aged man appeared in front of Lin Hao and looked at him with a smile on his face.

Lin Hao smiled and waved his hand. "Master Pavilion Master misunderstood me. I have something to ask of you."

Pavilion Master smiled and shook his head. "Don't call me Master Pavilion Master. Your current strength is no less than mine. You can just call me Shan Wuya. Why did you come here? If you find it inappropriate, you can shirk the responsibility."

As the master of a pavilion, Shan Wuya's words had definitely gone through careful deliberation.

All these years, he had personally witnessed Lin Hao step from a weak martial artist step by step. Until now, ___'s strength was on equal footing with him, and there were even signs of him making a breakthrough. This young man in front of Shan Wuya could really be called a monster.

Shan Wuya also knew that Lin Hao's potential was even more shocking, as if he had already reached the threshold of a four-star monstrous genius. Anyone would want to befriend such a talented young monstrous genius.

Lin Hao chuckled. Without beating around the bush, he went straight to the point.

"Senior Dan, actually, there are two things that I have come here for. The first is that I want to buy some herbs."

When Shan Wuya heard this, he laughed loudly, "My Treasure House doesn't dare to boast about anything else. We absolutely don't lack weapons and spiritual herbs. If you want them, I can even get you some heaven-grade spiritual herbs!"

Shan Wuya wasn't boasting. The Treasure House was scattered across the world, and even the dynasty had a great reputation. If Lin Hao wanted them, he could apply for them for Lin Hao, as long as he could befriend such a young hero.

Lin Hao smiled. This was what this old man wanted.

"I don't want much, and it's just some common Earth Grade herbs."

Shan Wuya chuckled, "You can just say it. If it's not enough, I can give it to you."

Lin Hao shrugged, "Then I'll just say it. Feng Fangchen is a thousand kilograms, a hundred stalks of Hundred Year Thunder Ginseng, ten twenty years old Snow Mountain Herb, fifty hidden enemies' sword heart, fifty braised chicken wing wood... Then I'll just say it directly. Feng Fangchen is a thousand kilograms, a hundred stalks of Hundred Year Thunder Ginseng, ten twenty years old Snow Mountain Herb, fifty hidden enemies' sword heart, fifty braised chicken wing wood..."

After a series of reporting names, Shan Wuya seemed to be listening to monks chanting scriptures. His entire being was in a fog. For a moment, the names of these familiar spirit medicines actually became unfamiliar.

Why was it unfamiliar?

It was only because Lin Hao was chanting these Earth Grade herbs. Every single one of them was shockingly valuable. It was hard to say how precious they were, but the price of these herbs had already been restricted by the Earth Grade realm.

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