He then twisted open the vial of Second Level Spiritual Liquid that cost 30 Spirit Coins.
A stronger torrent of energy surged into his body.
An ordinary Body Tempering Realm cultivator's meridians would likely have been stretched to the point of excruciating pain.
Yet, the moment this energy entered Han Feng's body, it was swiftly devoured, crushed, and converted by a vortex formed from his very bones.
[Sword Essence +15]
The absorption efficiency was almost one hundred percent!
Not a single bit was wasted!
Han Feng, now confident, turned and walked back to the stall.
"Give me twenty vials of Second Level Spiritual Liquid, and one of the Third Level."
At these words, Zhao Hai's jaw dropped so wide you could fit an egg in it.
Twenty vials of Second Level—that was six hundred Spirit Coins.
One vial of Third Level—two hundred Spirit Coins.
A total of eight hundred Spirit Coins!
He looked at Han Feng as if he were looking at a humanoid, prehistoric beast.
