"These new elixirs are constantly coming out. Wouldn't my Medicine King Bao Pavilion become more and more passive in the future?"

Among the crowd, the thin monk was named Qu Shang, who was one of the monks sent by Elder Qiu to discredit Qincheng's immortal pills.

Thinking about these things, Qu Shang's eyes kept turning.

Originally, he planned to rush forward and directly implement the plan. As a result, the enthusiasm of the cultivators to buy immortal pills was so hot that he squeezed him into the middle.

There is no way to do this. The monks who come to act and slander should not have too high cultivation, otherwise they will be particularly conspicuous and it is easy to make people wonder whether this pill has such serious side effects.

A monk like Qu Shang is the most suitable.

"Forget it, don't care about this. As long as I take the elixir refined by Qincheng in public, and then use the prepared methods to create a scene of serious injury and dying, these monks will be frightened."

"Not only did I dare not buy Soul Spirit Pills, but the same was true for other immortal pills refined by Qincheng."

Qu Shang touched his chin and sneered.

"In the end, this child's reputation for elixirs will be over. Even if you sell it cheaply, who dares to eat it once the consequences of serious injury or even death appear?"

The biggest disadvantage of Qincheng is that his reputation was not outstanding before.

If Yan Yaozun and others announced that they had refined the Soul Spirit Pill, and with the help of the popularity he had accumulated in Qingzhou, even if they slander themselves, others might not believe it.

But no one knows how strong Qincheng is.

As the crowd continued to move forward, Qu Shang became more and more excited.

Although the price of the elixir refined by Qincheng is only half that of the Medicine King Bao Pavilion, it is equivalent to benefiting many monks.

But Qu Shang didn't care about these things, he only valued his own interests.

The Medicine King Baoge gave him enough benefits, so he would do his best to discredit Qincheng. Qincheng is just or evil and has nothing to do with him.

Seeing that there were only a dozen people left in front of him, Qu Shang was ready and just waiting for his turn to stage a big show.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Just in the front of the crowd, a monk took the elixir on the spot, but let out a tragic cry of pain.

This sound aroused the ideas of everyone, including Qu Shang.

The monk covered his stomach, his expression twisted, as if he was extremely painful.

After screaming a few times, he spewed out a mouthful of blood, like a fountain, sprinkled around him, and then fell directly to the ground.

"This Soul Spirit Pill is poisonous, toxic! Ah! It hurts so much that this pill is definitely problematic."

The man rolled in pain on the ground, as if he was suffering from extremely terrifying pain, and his sweat instantly soaked his clothes.

"Fellow Daoist, do you think there is something wrong with this elixir?"

"The Soul Pill is poisonous? This is too terrible."

Seeing this monk's extremely painful appearance, his spiritual energy was floating around and his mouth kept bleeding.

All the monks were shocked and surrounded them.

The Spirit Pill is effective and cheap, so many monks like it very much.

But if it is poisonous and seriously injured, who dares to buy it?

Even many monks became solemn.

If this pill is cheap but the effect is unstable, even if the other pills in Qincheng are not considered temporarily?

"What's the case?"

Everyone was shocked by the side effects of the pill, and Qu Shang was a little confused in an instant.

Seeing the strange monk fall, he wondered for a moment whether he was dreaming.

The good show of slandering Qincheng is ready, but it has not yet been staged, why did anyone perform it first?


Chapter completed!