The accident turned into an accident. The rich man didn't dare to neglect Jiangdong's problem. He quickly explained: "there are three levels in the world of cultivators. The day after tomorrow, you and I are cultivators who can condense true Qi. Of course, the proficiency in controlling true Qi is also different."

"Congenital is that you can complete the release of true Qi, and kill people a few steps away!"

"On top of that, the realm of perfection. This realm disappeared as early as the Ming Dynasty thousands of years ago. There are land immortals who have not appeared in the realm of perfection for nearly a thousand years!"

"No?" Jiang Dong looked at the rich man. Shouldn't he divide what Yuan Ying into God according to the setting in the novel?

"No..." the rich man was speechless. "After all, we are in modern society, and there are few people who practice truth. It is rare to be able to preserve such a system!"

"There is no division between the day after tomorrow and congenital?" Jiang Dong asked again.

"No!" the rich man shook his head firmly, "there are too few cultivators. There is no need to divide them in detail. The ghost organization is in the magic capital, and I am the only cultivator!"

"It makes some sense." Jiangdong nodded and agreed.

In the rich man's words, there are too few practitioners, so few that there is no need to divide each realm in so detail.

In addition to the realm of perfection, there are only two realms: the acquired realm and the innate realm. We can distinguish whether real Qi can come out of the body. There is no need to make a more detailed distinction at all.

"Mr. Jiang..." the rich man stopped talking, but the survival instinct in his eyes had betrayed him.

He wants to live!

Just like Jiang Dong's previous speculation, the killer of ghost Organization recognizes money and does not recognize people, but those above money still have life!

In particular, the rich man who cultivates truth puts his life at the highest peak. After all, it is not easy for them to practice such a skill!

"Want to live?" Jiangdong naturally saw the rich man's mind, "but if I don't have this ability, will I be killed by you? I have no reason to let you go!"

"Mr. Jiang! I can pay! I don't want Wei Ding's 100 million and return it all to Mr. Jiang!" the rich man quickly carried out what he thought was the most important thing besides life.

"As you said just now, the head of a cultivator like me is worth ten hundred million meters. You are weaker than me. If you break it in half, it will be almost five hundred million meters?" Jiang Dong looked at the rich man with a smile.

Before, Jiangdong asked how much the head of the cultivator was worth. It turned out that the explosion point was here!

you 're right!

Jiangdong is short of money!

Very short of money!

Wei Ding is about to fall, and Sha Kun is about to fall. Once the two giants fall, their industry in Nanxian district will be auctioned publicly!

Now, Jiang Dong, who claims that he is not short of money, finally realizes that he is short of money, and he is too short of money. In addition to winning the industries of Wei Ding and Sha Kun, he also has to support the gold devouring beast of Dongfang Group and system

Speaking of systems, Jiangdong could not help but want to make complaints about it.

People's Shenhao system is Haihai's ticket, while Jiangdong's Shenhao system will swallow money if you step on a horse!

"But I don't have so much money!" Jiangdong relaxed. Naturally, the happiest is the rich man, but the rich man can't be happy because he really doesn't have money.