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After the meeting was dismissed, Gao Yang Ancestor asked Ouyang Yunmu to discuss the cultivation issue with him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ouyang Yunmu refused, saying that it was okay to come and discuss.

Come to him in the Treasure Pavilion.

Sure enough, he is not afraid of anything, and he doesn't know the height of the sky.

Zhang Shi thought so in his heart, but secretly made calculations, thinking about how to make Ouyang Yunmu slowly change and no longer be so decadent.

Zhang Shi and Ouyang Yunmu returned to the Treasure Pavilion.

Continue to sell that sitting forgetting.

This time, the Wude Commercial Bank did not stop and interfere.

Those outer monks were naturally overjoyed, and frantically threw out the spirit stones in their storage bags, and then happily, they received a lot of forgetful grass into the storage bags.

Zhang Shi watched a lot of spirit stones enter the account, and he was in a good mood.

Sell at a high price and make up for it at a low price.

Sell out early, better sooner.

But he wasn't carried away by the victory.

Sell more today, just do it appropriately.

After all, tomorrow we will go to court, follow Zhengde Commercial Bank and Mingde Commercial Bank, and fight against Nawude Commercial Bank together.

Tomorrow, we will see the truth in the deliberations, and we must save some strength.

Prepare some thought and planning in advance.

There is even a Qi refining period monk who is so cold that he is not afraid of death, and he is not afraid of being affected in the open and secret battles of the three major trading houses.

"How much is it going on? I can buy as much as I can. ”

At this moment, the monk of the main sect, who was wearing a black and white robe, was expressionless at the moment, and even slightly decadent, asking the price of sitting and forgetting grass.

Zhang Shi replied politely as usual: "How many spirit stones do you have?" I'll help you calculate how many you can buy! Don't worry about me cheating you, if you feel that the price is higher than others, we will compensate you." ”

The black-and-white monk replied, "That's all." ”

With that, he took out some spirit stones from the storage bag.

When Zhang Shi was seriously counting the spirit stones.

This pale face, completely lifeless, and his face seemed to be paralyzed, but intentionally or unintentionally, with the corner of his eye, he looked at the internal structure of the Treasure Pavilion.

After Zhang Shi counted all the spirit stones, he also took out a large handful of sitting forgetful grass.

The monk struggled to squeeze a smile out of his face before he could take the grass into it.

The sky is very cheap, and he finally settles down, but he doesn't seem to be too happy.

"These za forgets grass are enough to refine a few more pills for my brothers. Don't look at me like this. Something bad happened to my clan, and it was inevitable that I would be in a bad mood. ”

The black-and-white robed monk reverted to his previous stiff expression.

A few words, after Zhang Shi was abnormal to him.

The monk suddenly retched, as if he was about to vomit something.

It turned out that he was seriously ill, and most of them did not live long.

No wonder he dared to buy it like this, not afraid of offending the Wude firm.

is also more righteous, and he also gave his brother so much to sit on the grass.

Zhang Shi thought so in his heart.

"Wow!ah......h

The black-and-white robed monk finally spat out a mouthful of blood and sprayed it on Zhang Shi's hand.

"Hey......"

The black-and-white robed monk let out a long sigh.

"It's okay, it's okay. Here's the best elixir, you can use it!"

Zhang Shi was also distressed by this black-and-white robed monk.

He handed over the healing and life-sustaining elixir sold in the Treasure Pavilion to the black-and-white robed monk.

"Thank you very much......"

The black-and-white robed monk faced Zhang Shi and respectfully hugged his fists.

He turned slowly, as if slowed down by the recurrence of his illness.

However, as he slowly turned around, he memorized the internal structure of the Treasure Pavilion more carefully.

Zhang Shi called the flute who was sitting on the side to control the transaction.

But he went to the back to wash his hands.

You can't have blood on your hands and give the impression of disrespect to your guests.

The flute sells very hard.

The old hunter, who has always been honest and loyal, and does not smile, actually smiles at the guests at this moment.

When he was still counting the spirit stones and sitting on the grass, he greeted the guests.

For the sake of his brother, the current leader is real, and he can be regarded as having died with all his might.

Zhang Shi washed his hands and came back to feel warm in his heart.

Together with his brother Flute, he sold the grass that sat forget.

It's like going back to the time when he fought side by side with the hunter and the orc king.

With such a sincere brother by his side, Zhang Shi felt that the road of cultivation ahead was no longer lonely and cold.

When the grass is sold to a certain amount.

Zhang Shi felt that it was about the same, so he and Di Feng brought a few glasses of wine, chatted happily, and then stayed alone in a room.

Blood-red round pieces of paper were stretched and pasted on various parts of the body.

He practiced it over and over again, and when he became familiar with it, he was still not at ease.

A round compass, also blood-red, was put on the ground by Zhang Shi.

The time of the two pillars of incense has passed.

Zhang Shicai was satisfied.

This mad blood monk has already appeared in the sect, and he must be prepared for it.

Night.

There was a deathly silence between heaven and earth.

Zhang Shi didn't rest at the moment, he wanted to get out of the Treasure Pavilion and go for a walk outside tonight.

A monk in a black and white robe stood in the middle of the tree next to the Treasure Pavilion.

He used the Hidden Qi Technique, and he had already cut off his own breath.

It was the monk who came to the Treasure Pavilion to buy the grass during the day!

Could it be that my plan has been discovered?

Zhang Shi is really as cautious as the intelligence says, this has been discovered, what's wrong?

The black-and-white robed monk thought so, watching Zhang Shi walk out of the Treasure Pavilion, his heart was mostly confused, and more disappointed in the plan.

The night was silent.

Zhang Shi was followed all the way to the bamboo forest far away from the monks in the sect.

Under the cover of night, the bamboo forest is beautiful and deep.

Qu Baiqi took out a dozen throwing traps from the storage bag.

He carefully sensed Zhang Shi's position, and adjusted the excitation time and firing angle strength of each machine according to Zhang Shi's position.

"Whoosh!"

First, in the distance, with Zhang Shi as the center, on top of a circle, many chimneys were thrown.

Zhang Shi had used this thing before, so he naturally knew it.

Smoke from the gods!

Zhang Shi secretly shouted in his heart.

Something was wrong, Zhang Shi felt a trace of horror in his heart, and immediately stimulated the life-saving jade slip in the sect.

This kind of jade slip, that is in the cold Zhimen Mountain Gate, when a disciple encounters a sudden crisis, can he be inspired to ask for help from a higher-level cultivation team.

The reason why I didn't use the battle with the Huoyang Dao people before was because the Huoyang Dao people asked Zhang Shi to go to a place outside the mountain gate.

Outside the mountain gate, this life-saving jade slip cannot take effect.

These chimneys, first from a distance, surrounded Zhang Shi and prevented Zhang Shi from escaping.

Step by step, quickly from far to near, he rushed towards Zhang Shi densely.

Qu Bai carefully swung the throwing traps to the side.

The blood in his body is burning because of the upcoming war.

Lines of golden-red blood quickly filled his eyeballs.

His flesh made a strange "crunch" sound.

His blood flowed wildly, and his veins stirred violently, distorting the top layer of skin.

Mad Blood Monk!

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