The Strongest Master: I Have a Hundred Thousand Year Buff

“Ten Fang Continent, the kingly road that passed through became the head of a low-level sect that was about to be abolished.

However, when he got to know the world, he expressed his face in a circle!

“What kind of shattered world is this three-views? Can disciples actually trade? Am I still a lucky race?”

The most troublesome thing is that the golden finger that caused him to cross actually collapsed!

Fortunately, before the collapse, he also left some benefits for him.

“Hey! Brother, no disciple with god-level talent in his hand will teach it. It’s wasted for you. Come, come, trade, and give you a thousand-year-old elixir.”

“What? How can you have a thousand-year elixir?”

“I have ten thousand years, what about 100,000 BUFF?”

“Hey! Brother, that disciple who has no talent for refining the body is not bad, you can’t recognize it, give it to me! Give you an imperial level exercise?”