Chapter 1070

To tell the truth, Mr. Mo himself is also extremely painful. 800 million St. yuan has almost reached the limit of authority he can mobilize funds at one time. However, the news about botaiyi can sell the sky high price of 1.5 billion St. yuan. A living botaiyi is a priceless treasure and can at least double his profit.

Luo Chuan was so simple that Mr. Mo also breathed a sigh of relief, and his mood became more and more relaxed.

"Mr. Luo, you should hand over the people now." Mr. Mo smiled and looked at Luo Chuan.

Before Luo Chuan could speak, Wang Hu led the brothers of the cannon fodder camp to rush in with a crash. Everyone was in ragged clothes, shoes had holes, and Taoist robes were covered with patches. This time, everyone was full of smiles, holding all kinds of "gifts" in their hands, and everything was available, Li Xiaochen even hung the remaining half pot of wine in Mr. Mo's hand.

"Hahaha, thanks to Mr. Mo this time."

"Mr. Mo is really the Savior of my cannon fodder camp. These Mr. Bo limo must take them."

"Thanks to Mr. Mo, our brothers finally have some hope for the future."

In the twinkling of an eye, Mr. Mo had a lot of "gifts" in his arms, even at his feet.

Mr. Mo looked awkwardly at the chicken, duck and fish in his arms. He vaguely returned to his childhood, when he would still live in the secular world, and his heart was in a trance.

"Thank you, thank you." coughing twice, Mr. Mo reluctantly put the "gift" of the cannon fodder camp into the storage ring and arched his hand towards Luo Chuan: "Luo shouzuo, that man..."

Mr. Mo was interrupted by Wang Hu before he finished.

"Mr. Mo, although we are rough people, we also know how to reciprocate. That..."

While talking, Wang Hu stretched out his hand and showed a malicious smile on his face.

The brothers of the cannon fodder camp also stretched out their hands and looked eagerly at Mr. mo.

Mr. Mo didn't know what he meant. He turned to Luo Chuan and said with a bitter smile, "Luo's head is here..."

"Hey." Luo Chuan sighed and said with a bitter smile, "Mr. Mo, don't blame my brothers. If you want to blame me, I'll blame you. If Mr. Mo is really embarrassed, it's better to deal like this..."

"It's all right. This little idea is to make friends with the adults of the cannon fodder camp." Mr. Mo took out a fifty mile long spirit pulse from his arms in a jade box.

At this time, Mr. Mo just wanted to complete the transaction as soon as possible and take Bertie B. at this time, he was a little uneasy and didn't want to drag on like this. The merchant is very profitable. Fortunately, the profit of this transaction is sufficient. This spiritual vein can be used as an addition.

With his eyes shining, Wang Hu quickly grabbed the jade box and stuffed it into his arms. With a stiff face, he said coldly, "that's it? Mr. Mo should be sending beggars?"

"Yes, why only Wang Hu has it? Our brother, but everyone has a gift for you. It's so cruel to favor one over the other! Boss, just cancel the deal!"

Li Xiaochen snorted coldly, his eyes fell on Mr. Mo's storage ring and reached out to grab it!

The brothers of the cannon fodder camp coaxed him up and drowned Mr. mo.

Luo Chuan smiled and secretly exchanged eyes with Wang Hu, Li Xiaochen and red beard. After half a column of incense, Mr. Mo, who was skinned by the cannon fodder camp, finally escaped.

"Luo shouzuo..."

Mr. Mo came to Luo Chuan in great embarrassment. His face was green and white. In a short time, he was stripped of more than 100 million holy yuan by the brothers of the cannon fodder camp. These are his private treasures. The value is not an addition. It is equivalent to spending more than 900 million holy yuan to buy botaiyi.

However, as long as we can get Bertie B, these costs are nothing.

"Mr. Mo, I'll show you a man."

Luo Chuan did not allow Mr. Mo to speak and smiled and pulled Mr. Mo to Li'er who was playing with stones.

"My apprentice has been with us for many years. He has been ill since childhood. He is not only a fool, but also can't practice. It's really pathetic. Mr. Mo also saw that my cannon fodder camp is so poor that we didn't give him any gifts when we accepted him." Luo Chuan looked at Li'er and said kindly: "Li'er, I'm not going to see your uncle Mo soon. Your uncle Mo has a gift for you. Say, do you want a Taoist robe, a magic weapon, a panacea, or both? Your uncle Mo is generous and will meet you."

Li'er lowered his head and didn't speak. A trace of displeasure flashed through his eyes and continued to play with the stone.

Luo Chuan smiled faintly and spread his hands: "Mr. Mo, you see that my disciple is so stupid. You can give him anything. Maybe he won't be stupid as soon as he is happy."

Mr. Mo became more and more uneasy. He took a deep breath, took out a silver white flying sword from the storage ring, forced out a smile and said, "this sword is only of the second grade, and it is forged from Tianhai copper clay..."

Before the words fell, Li Er suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the flying sword and smiled on his face.

"It seems that disciples like flying swords. Hehe, Lord Luo, let's not beat around the bush. The money and gifts are also given. Now Lord Luo should always give botaiyi to mo." Mr. Mo said.

Luo Chuan secretly stared at Li'er. Li'er still had a silly smile, as if he couldn't notice Luo Chuan's displeasure.

According to Luo Chuan's original plan, Li'er kept silent, so he kept talking. He had to knock more magic weapons for Mr. Mo to stop. Li'er was obviously angry that Luo Chuan called him a fool and deliberately tripped him.

However, the important play has not yet begun, and these treasures are only additions. Luo Chuan doesn't feel pity.

"What did Mr. Mo just say?" Luo Chuan frowned and asked, "what, Bo Taiyi?"

Mr. Mo was stunned, and his heart was full of bad luck. He smiled and said, "don't be kidding, Mr. Luo. In the previous transaction, we exchanged 800 million Saint yuan for Bertie B. should Mr. Luo not refuse to admit it?"

"But botaiyi is not here." Luo Chuan said in surprise.

"You..." Mr. Mo pointed to Luo Chuan. His face was very ugly. What he was most worried about happened.

"Luo Chuan, do you really want to admit it? You have sworn!" Mr. Mo blushed.

"Oh? I thought you came to beg Zhao Ruyi for yuyoudong. I said that $10 billion was just a joke. I didn't expect Mr. Mo to be more serious with me." Luo Chuan looked at Mr. Mo complicatedly, and his eyes looked like a fool: "Brother Zhao has recovered from his injury. I was going to send brother Zhao away. Mr. Mo was willing to pay 800 million pills and gave so many gifts. I don't know what to say. I have to ignore it."

The brothers in the cannon fodder camp laughed and looked at Mr. Mo mockingly.

Mr. Mo was pale. At this moment, he finally realized the mood of young master Yu when he vomited blood at the banquet.

He has never seen such an unreasonable person, let alone anyone who dared to blackmail Tianbao hall. Luo Chuan is crazy.

"It's really not good. You take my disciple away as an addition. I can see that Li'er likes you very much." Luo Chuan smiled at Li'er, and saw that Li'er's hand holding the flying sword trembled slightly, and then recovered calm.

"What do you want a fool to do! Luo Chuan! You are so crazy!"

Mr. Mo finally couldn't help it. He could stand being teased by Luo Chuan, but 800 million St. yuan was washed away, which almost killed him.

"Rampant? On that day, when you shut us out in order to curry favor with the immortal League, you didn't think about the consequences?"

Mr. Mo heard Luo Chuan's voice in his ear. He raised his head. Mr. Mo looked at Luo Chuan with a scoffer on his face and felt a deep chill in his heart.

He no longer hesitated, quickly pinched the seal method, and a divine flower flew out of the palm of his hand and flew to Tianbao hall.

A cannon fodder camp brother subconsciously wanted to stop, so he was stopped by Luo Chuan's eyes.

"Luo Chuan, since you are greedy for profit, don't blame us. We'll see how you end later. Mr. Mo said with an iron blue face.

"It's your business that you like to give away money. Anyway, botaiyi is not here. If there were more good people like Mr. Mo in the world, it would be nice." Luo Chuan smiled faintly.

"You..." Mr. Mo shook his body, rolled a mouthful of blood in his throat, swallowed it hard, and took a deep breath in his airway: "these words are coming from all Taoist friends. Please explain them slowly. I want to see who will believe them."

As soon as Mr. Mo's voice fell, there was a broken voice all over the sky.

The night was cut into roads, the silver moon faded, and the stars were cold. In an instant, hundreds of monks with deep breath flew into the Taoist house, and thousands of monks gathered outside the Taoist house. The long street was blocked.

For a time, Luochuan's secluded Daofu became the center of the whole Yingxian city.

Zhao Ruyi looked thoughtful, while Wang Jue secretly exchanged glances with Kong Shan. They were all worried. But when their eyes fell on the cannon fodder camp, they found that 216 monks in the cannon fodder camp were calm and calm. Many people were vaguely excited, but they didn't worry.

Pa pa... Luo Chuan's silly apprentice hit the flying sword with a stone. In the twinkling of an eye, he hit a gap in the flying sword.

Wang Jue and Kongshan looked at Li'er at the same time. A trace of surprise flashed in their eyes, but soon they all focused on the high-level forces in the hall.

Those who come are not good, and those who are good will not come. Luochuan's secret has been exposed. If botaiyi is not handed over, I'm afraid the whole cannon fodder camp will be destroyed.

Wang Jue and Kongshan can't figure out why the friars in the cannon fodder camp are so calm and are really not afraid of death, or even in the face of such a situation, they are still full of confidence in their boss?

In the middle of the hall, Luo Chuan slowly raised his head and glanced at a master named Zhutian realm, even the second emperor level, with a playful smile on his face.

"You Taoist friends come uninvited. What can I do for you? We are very poor, but we don't have a banquet to greet you."

"Hahaha... Luo Chuan, are you still pretending to be crazy? We know your secret, so we don't have to pretend anymore... Don't hand over botaiyi soon!" Yu Youdong stepped forward and sneered.

"Prince Yu said something stupid. How do we know where Bertie B is? Wang Hu, see off!"

Luo Chuan turned around with a cold face.