Chapter 1553: Huge gain

"You...could you still want to kill the old man?"
Elder Yang trembled with fright. He was from the Zixian Pavilion. The so-called dog hitting depends on the owner.
But Feng Wuchen grabbed Yang's handle, completely confident.
The Zixian Pavilion is very prestigious in the fairyland and even the entire heaven. Things that damage its reputation are never allowed. But Yang Lao does things that damage the reputation of the Zixian Pavilion, even if the wind does not kill him, the Zixian Pavilion will not. Will forgive him.
What's more, Feng Wuchen killed him and cleaned the door for Zixian Pavilion.
The more Yang Lao thought about it, the more he panicked, a touch of despair flashed in the depths of his old eyes.
"Do you think I dare?" The corner of Feng Wuchen's mouth evoked a dangerous arc, and his eyes flashed cold and murderous.
"No, no, no." Old Yang shook his head in horror, and then quickly took out the white jade vine and handed it to Feng Wuchen, begging: "The old man will give you the white jade vine, and I hope the little brother will raise his hand."
"Raise your hand high?" Feng Wuchen smiled and said, "Insatiable old thing, don't you think it's too late?"
"You..." Old Yang's face sank, and he gritted his teeth angrily: "This is already the biggest concession of the old man. Don't you want to threaten the old man, it's a big deal!"
"Okay, I'm going to the Zixian Pavilion now, I would like to see how you die!" Feng Wuchen shrugged, not afraid.
"You!" Old Yang's face came down completely grimace, and gritted his teeth angrily: "What do you want?"
Old Yang also faintly guessed that Feng Wuchen had ulterior motives.
"It's very simple." Feng Wuchen took away the white jade ivy vine from Old Yang's hand and said with a smile: "You old thing don't know how many spars and treasures have been defrauded these years. I don't want more, 20 billion spars. This matter will definitely sink to nothing."
"What? Two billion spars?" Old Yang's eyes almost fell off.
Although he realized that Feng Wuchen had ulterior motives, he didn't expect that when Feng Wuchen opened his mouth, he would have 20 billion spars. This is no longer the big mouth of the lion, but the snake swallowing elephant!
It was 20 billion with one opening, and the clouds were light, as if the two tens of billion spars were no different from the two hundred spars.
Feng Wuchen said with a smirk: "To you, the 20 billion spar is just the tip of the iceberg. As the treasurer of the Zixiange pharmacy, you are in charge of all the medicinal materials, including all kinds of rare and rare medicinal materials. One plant can make you a lot of money. Buying my mouth for 20 billion is not expensive at all."
"Of course, if you want me to shake things out of you, it's okay. For me, 20 billion spar is optional." Feng Wuchen shrugged.
"You..." Old Yang was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.
But the pigtail was tightly grasped by Feng Wuchen, and Old Yang was helpless.
"Think carefully before answering me. I have time. Don't worry, think about it slowly." Feng Wuchen smiled lightly and looked at the medicinal materials in the drugstore slowly.
Feng Wuchen is not as simple as just looking at it. When you look at it, you can store precious medicinal materials.
"This stinky boy..." Seeing Feng Wuchen unceremoniously scraping the really good medicinal materials, Old Yang almost vomited three liters of blood.
Obviously, the longer Yang Lao drags on, the more precious medicinal materials will be picked up by the wind and dust. It is strange that he is not in a hurry.
If all the medicinal materials in Zixiange Pharmacy were scraped, Mr. Yang could not bear this responsibility.
"Shopkeeper Yang, consider it slowly, don't worry." Feng Wuchen smiled lightly.
"Tsk tsk, it's worthy of the Zixian Pavilion, 600-year-old wisteria profound leaf, this is the precious medicinal material for refining the magical pill, a plant worth tens of billions of spars, there are many more, the magical alchemist does not A few, this baby can't be sold even if I keep it, so I reluctantly accept it." Feng Wuchen was extremely excited, and in front of Mr. Yang, he put a dozen wisteria and profound leaves into the storage ring.
"Smelly boy!" Old Yang had a hideous face, wishing to eat meat and blood from the wind and dust.
"Colorful Moonlight Grass! Jiuqu Ganoderma! Thousand-year Fire Ganoderma..." Feng Wuchen became more excited as he watched, his hands couldn't stop at all.
After only a while, Feng Wuchen didn't know how many precious medicinal materials had been scraped.
If this continues, I am afraid that the entire Zixian Pavilion medicinal materials will be cleaned by the wind and dust.
"Oh? Another World Evil Fruit!" Feng Wuchen let out an ecstatic voice again, and said excitedly: "Sixteen! It seems that most of the precious treasures of Zixian Pavilion are obtained from the Primordial Realm, Zixian Pavilion It's hidden deep enough."
Enhancing strength is Feng Wuchen's most urgent task now, and the Eternal Soul Fruit is undoubtedly the treasure Feng Wuchen needs most now.
"Shopkeeper Yang, think about it slowly, don't worry." Feng Wuchen grinned, and by the way, he put all the Evil Soul Fruit in the storage ring.
"Smelly boy [biqugex.co], if you rob the precious medicinal materials of Zixian Pavilion, are you not afraid of Zixian Pavilion's revenge?" Old Yang shouted angrily.
Hearing this, Feng Wuchen disapproved and said: "Zixian Pavilion didn’t know that I did it, and you don’t know me. Zi Xian Pavilion will only condemn you, not me, and the more medicinal materials here disappear. The more trouble you will have, even if I don’t say it, you will be a dead end."
After a pause, Feng Wuchen said again: "Don't forget, the Zixian Pavilion auction will be three days later. I can't guarantee that my mouth is tight-lipped."
"Stop! Stop! The old man promises you! Give you 20 billion spars!" Old Yang was completely scared, and quickly agreed.
As soon as shopkeeper Yang opened his mouth, Feng Wuchen's palm stopped, but he still put the precious medicinal materials into the storage ring.
"Twenty billion spar, bring it." Feng Wuchen hooked his hand.
Old Yang is greedy, and he doesn't know how much money he has defrauded over the years. Feng Wuchen will never be polite.
Mr. Yang quickly prepared 20 billion spars into a storage ring and handed it to Feng Wuchen.
"Hold the spar and roll!" Old Yang shouted angrily, resisting the urge to swallow the wind and dust.
Holding the storage ring in his hand, Feng Wuchen smiled lightly: "Treasurer Yang, thank you very much. Today's harvest is really a lot!"
"Get out!" Old Yang shouted angrily, and under his angry eyes, there was a hideous face.
"Shopkeeper Yang, we still have a chance to cooperate in the future. Of course, you can also choose another road, but that road is not suitable for you. If you cooperate with me, you are still the treasurer of Zixian Pavilion Medicine Shop." Feng Wuchen grinned. Then left the drugstore.
Zixiange Pharmacy can be said to be the breeding ground of precious and rare medicinal materials. Feng Wuchen can use the Zixiange Pharmacy to refine powerful magical pill.
"Smelly boy! The old man will never forgive you!" Seeing Feng Wuchen walking away from the back, Old Yang gritted his teeth, his eyes full of angry killing intent.
As the treasurer of the Zixiange medicine store, Mr. Yang has never been so humiliated.
"If you don't die, I will check the details of this kid! Do everything possible to kill him!" The fire-breathing eyes looked at the severely injured Heavenly God Realm powerhouse, and Old Yang roared, like a furious lion.