Chapter 1553



"You... do you still want to kill the old man?"

Old Yang was so frightened that he was trembling all over. He was a member of Zixian Pavilion, and the so-called hitting a dog also depends on the owner.

But Feng Wuchen grabbed Old Yang's handle, completely confident.

Zixiange has a very high prestige in the immortal realm and even the whole heaven, and things that damage the reputation are never allowed, but Yang Lao does things that damage the reputation of Zixiange, even if Feng Wuchen does not kill him, Zixiange will not will forgive him.

What's more, Feng Wuchen killed him to clear the door for Zixian Pavilion.

The more Yang Lao thought about it, the more panic he became, and a flash of despair flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"You think I don't dare?" The corner of Feng Wuchen's mouth evoked a dangerous arc, and his eyes flashed with murderous coldness.

"No no no." Old Yang shook his head in horror, then quickly took out the white jade ivy and handed it to Feng Wuchen, begging: "The old man will give you the white jade ivy, and I hope my little brother will raise your hand."

"Raise your hand high?" Feng Wuchen smiled and said, "Don't you think it's too late now, you greedy old thing?"

"You..." Yang Lao Lao's face sank, and he gritted his teeth and said angrily: "This is already the biggest concession of the old man. You can't threaten the old man, the big deal is that the fish will die!"

"Okay, I'm going to Zixian Pavilion now. I want to see how you are!" Feng Wuchen shrugged, not afraid at all.

"You!" Yang Lao's old face was completely hideous, and he gritted his teeth and said angrily, "What do you want?"

Old Yang also vaguely guessed that Feng Wuchen had ulterior motives.

"It's very simple." Feng Wuchen took away the white jade ivy from Old Yang's hand and said with a smile: "You old man don't know how many spar and treasure you have cheated over the years, I don't want more, 20 billion spar, This thing will definitely sink to the bottom of the sea.”

"What? Twenty billion spar?" Old Yang's eyes almost fell.

Although he realized that Feng Wuchen had ulterior motives, he did not expect Feng Wuchen to open his mouth with 20 billion spar. This is no longer a lion's opening, but a snake swallowing an elephant!

As soon as he opened his mouth, it was 20 billion, and the clouds were light and the wind was light, as if the two tens of billions of spar were no different from the two hundred spar.

Feng Wuchen said with a wicked smile: "The 20 billion spar is just the tip of the iceberg for you, as the shopkeeper of the Zixian Pavilion medicine shop, you are in charge of all the medicinal materials, including all kinds of rare and rare medicinal materials. One plant, you can make a lot of money, and 20 billion to buy my mouth is not expensive at all."

"Of course, if you want me to shake things out of you, you can. Twenty billion spar is optional for me." Feng Wuchen shrugged.

"You..." Old Yang was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.

But the little braid was tightly held by Feng Wuchen, and Old Yang was helpless.

"Think about it before answering me, I have time, you don't have to worry, think about it slowly." Feng Wuchen smiled lightly, looking at the herbs in the medicine shop slowly.

Feng Wuchen is not as simple as just looking at it. While watching, the storage ring is collecting precious medicinal materials.

"This stinky boy..." Seeing Feng Wuchen unceremoniously picking up the really good medicinal materials, Old Yang almost vomited three liters of blood.

Obviously, the longer Mr. Yang dragged on, the more precious medicinal materials Feng Wuchen would scrape away. It would be strange if he was not in a hurry.

If all the medicinal materials in the Zixiange Pharmacy were scraped, Mr. Yang would not be able to take this responsibility.

"Manager Yang, think about it slowly, don't worry." Feng Wuchen said with a light smile.

"Tsk tsk, worthy of the Purple Immortal Pavilion, the six hundred-year-old wisteria mysterious leaves, this is the precious medicinal material for refining the divine pill, a spar worth tens of billions of spar, and there are many more. A few, this treasure can’t be sold even if I keep it, so I will reluctantly accept it.” Feng Wuchen was extremely excited, and put more than a dozen mysterious wisteria leaves into the storage ring in front of Yang Lao.

"Stinky boy!" Old Yang's face was hideous, and he wanted to eat Feng Wuchen's meat and drink Feng Wuchen's blood.

"Seven-colored moon grass! Nine-sentence ginseng! Thousand-year fire ganoderma..." The more Feng Wuchen looked, the more excited he became, and his hands couldn't stop at all.

In just a while, Feng Wuchen did not know how many precious medicinal materials he had collected.

If it goes on like this, I am afraid that the entire Zixian Pavilion medicinal materials will be wiped clean by Feng Wuchen.

"Oh? Evil Soul Fruit from Another World!" Feng Wuchen made a ecstatic voice again, excitedly saying: "Sixteen! It seems that most of these precious treasures of Zixian Pavilion were obtained from the prehistoric realm, Zixian Pavilion. It's hidden deep enough."

Improving his strength is the most urgent thing for Feng Wuchen right now, and the Eternal Soul Fruit is undoubtedly the treasure that Feng Wuchen needs most now.

"Manager Yang, think about it slowly, don't worry." Feng Wuchen grinned and put all the Evil Soul Fruit in the storage ring.

"Stinky boy, are you not afraid of revenge from Zixian Pavilion when you rob the precious medicinal materials of Zixian Pavilion?" Yang Lao shouted angrily.

Hearing this, Feng Wuchen disapproved and said: "Zixian Pavilion doesn't know that I did it, and you don't know me, Zixian Pavilion will only punish you, not me, and the more medicinal materials here disappear, The bigger the trouble you will be, even if I don't say it, you will be dead."

After a pause, Feng Wuchen said again: "Don't forget, the Zixian Pavilion auction will be held in three days. I can't guarantee that my mouth will be tight-lipped."

"Stop! Stop it! The old man promises you! I'll give you 20 billion spar!" Old Yang was completely frightened, and quickly agreed.

As soon as Shopkeeper Yang opened his mouth, Feng Wuchen's palm stopped, but he still managed to collect the precious medicinal materials into the storage ring.

"Two billion spar, bring it here." Feng Wuchen hooked his hand.

Old Yang is insatiable. The money he has cheated over the years, I don't know how much, Feng Wuchen will never be polite.

Old Yang quickly prepared 20 billion spar into a storage ring and handed it to Feng Wuchen.

"Go away with the spar!" Old Yang shouted angrily, resisting the urge to swallow the wind and dust.

Holding the storage ring in his hand, Feng Wuchen said with a faint smile: "Treasurer Yang, thank you very much, today's harvest is really quite a lot!"

"Go away!" Old Yang shouted angrily, and under his angry eyes was a hideous face.

"Manager Yang, we still have opportunities to cooperate in the future. Of course, you can also choose another path, but that path is not suitable for you. If you cooperate with me, you are still the shopkeeper of Zixiange Pharmacy." Feng Wuchen grinned. Then left the pharmacy.

The Zixiange Pharmacy can be said to be the breeding ground for precious and rare medicinal materials. Feng Wuchen can use the Zixiange Pharmacy to refine powerful divine medicine pills.

"Stinky boy! This old man will never forgive you!" Looking at Feng Wuchen's back, Yang Lao gritted his teeth and said angrily, his eyes full of anger and killing intent.

As the shopkeeper of the Zixiange pharmacy, Mr. Yang has never suffered such humiliation.

"If he doesn't die, let the old man check the details of this kid! Do everything possible to kill him!" With fire-breathing eyes, he looked at the seriously injured Heavenly God Realm powerhouse, and Yang Lao roared, like a furious lion.