"What are you going to do if I don't sell it?"

Looking at the young man's bright Yangguan, or rather the unscrupulous smiling face, more than a dozen ginseng pickers from Shenwangzhuang were angry.

In the territory of Anmin Town, few people dare to despise Sanwangzhuang so much.

"Little bastard, you're shameless, aren't you?"

The ginseng pickers led by Sam Wang Zhuang stepped on Fang Huan's spread cloth with one foot, and the momentum was compelling.

Among the dozen or so people, none of them could see that Fang Huan was a cultivator.

First, because Fang Huan's cultivation was far higher than them, even if the Poor Qi Ding Heavenly Thunder Ding couldn't use it, it was still higher than them.

The second is because of ...... In the "Six Warrior Talismans" that the real person of the Six Masters taught to Fang Huan on his deathbed, it recorded a method of collecting breath, which could effectively conceal his own cultivation.

After Fang Huan got the "Six Warrior Talismans", the first thing he practiced was this method of collecting breath.

Now, Fang Huan was an ordinary fifteen-year-old boy in their eyes.

Seeing that the ginseng picker from the ginseng Wang Zhuang was about to slap Fang Huan in the face, Fang Huan had already used his spiritual power to prepare for a lesson to teach this ginseng picker.

A thick arm was in front of Fang Huan, and he grasped the fist of the senwang Zhuang Caishenke.

"Cen Yu, you are becoming more and more capable of participating in Wangzhuang? Bullying two children in broad daylight, what a great majesty. ”

Fang Huan looked at this nosy man.

He was a sturdy man, not tall, but he was dark, his face was a little yellow, his muscles were strong, he was dressed as a hunter, with a tiger skin skirt tied around his waist, and a big bow with horns on his back, and seven or eight sturdy men dressed as Orions behind him.

"The people from Tiger Shooting Village are also here? ”

"This seems to be Hu Beiyue, the owner of Shooting Tiger Village, right?"

"It must be, look at the big bow on his back, who can pull it open?"

The crowd began whispering again.

Fang Huan looked at this hunter named Hu Beiyue, feeling the surging aura in the other party's body, Fang Huan instantly saw through the other party's cultivation, the peak of the three tripods!

Hu Beiyue did not restrain the qi in his body in the slightest, and tightly clenched the fist of the ginseng king Zhuang Cai, making a fine crisp sound of bone joints.

"Hu ...... Hu Zhuang Owner, Song ...... Let go. The ginseng picker who was clenched his fist was in pain and begged for mercy.

Hu Beiyue seemed to be disdainful, shook off the other party's fist, turned to the other party and said: "This little brother, there is just a shortage of some medicinal materials in the village, I think the little brother sells good medicinal materials, can you sell them to the village?"

Fang Huan has followed Zhang Gongliang down the mountain often in the past three years, and he is more or less familiar with the world.

"I don't know how much money the owner plans to buy my medicinal herbs?" Fang Huan asked calmly.

If the other party is blackmailing the price, Fang Huan doesn't mind breaking his wrists with this owner, after all, the master has said that he and the Sanding Monk can still break their wrists.

"How about buying it at the market price?" said Hu Beiyue heroically.

Fang Huan was stunned, this owner is not bad.

"Master Hu Zhuang, you can be regarded as breaking the agreement between Guizhuang and Guizhuang!" shouted the pickers led by Shenwangzhuang.

"What's the matter? In recent years, you Shenwangzhuang have monopolized the medicinal materials market, and our brothers in Zhuangzi are injured and even have difficulty in healing, so why can't I buy medicine elsewhere? If you don't accept it, let Liang Tong come to me in person!"

"You...... You wait!" A dozen or so ginseng pickers from Samwangzhuang hurriedly left after saying a cruel word.

"These, a total of eighteen taels and four dollars, how about it? Master Hu?" Fang Huan asked with a smile.

Hu Beiyue nodded, and instructed a hunter behind him: "Anzi, give money." ”

Fang Huan, who had the silver under his hand, glanced at Hu Beiyue's sturdy body a few times and didn't say anything more.

"The little brother has two tripod cultivation at a young age, he is really talented, he is young and promising, I don't know what his teacher is?" asked Hu Beiyue seemingly casually.

Fang Huan knew in his heart that he was about to teach the ginseng collector how to use spiritual power, but the owner of the village noticed it.

"When I went out, the tutor warned him again and again, not to say his old man's name, please forgive the boy for not telling the truth. Fang Huan politely said to Hu Beiyue.

"Hahaha, I was abrupt. If the little brother has any medicinal materials on hand in the future, he can come and sell them to me and buy them at the market price. ”

Fang Huan nodded and didn't say anything more.

Just when the people in Shooting Tiger Village were packing up the medicinal materials, Lingdong suddenly said beside Fang Huan: "Brother Huan, this owner of the village is sick. ”

The voice was not loud or small, and the few hunters who had not gone far could hear it clearly.

Fang Huan had a headache.

Headache smart this little guy's uprightness, people are sick such a thing...... Can you wait until they're gone?

The hunters of the Tiger Shooting Village turned around and stared at Fang Huan and Ling Dong with unkind eyes.

Aren't you scolding people when they say that they are sick? It's a shame that our owner helped you out of the siege just now.

Hu Beiyue's face was also a little gloomy, and he suppressed his anger and said, "What did this little brother just say?"

Fang Huan was a little helpless, rubbed his agile head through the mink hat, and then looked at Hu Beiyue, with a serious face, and said word by word: "Owner, you are sick." ”

"Bastard, dare to be disrespectful to the owner?" a grumpy Orion was about to rush up and teach these two children a lesson.

Hu Beiyue stretched out his hand to stop the grumpy Orion, looked at Fang Huan and said, "Little brother, what do you mean by this?"

Fang Huan shrugged his shoulders and said, "Is it true that the owner's aura has not been working smoothly since three years ago, and his physical strength is not as good as before, and he feels sick to his stomach when his daily food is a little greasy?"

Hu Beiyue's eyes narrowed, hiding the surprise in his heart, and said, "What the little brother said is good, can you see what illness Hu has had, little brother?"

Fang Huan nodded and said, "If I'm not mistaken, three years ago, Hu Zhuang's major cultivation should have been above Siding, but three years ago, after a vicious battle, he injured his origin, and his cultivation regressed, and his body was not as good as day by day, right?"

Hu Beiyue's hand trembled slightly, and the shock in his eyes could hardly be concealed.

Three years Hu Beiyue encountered a big demon in the mountains, after the vicious fight Hu Beiyue escaped, but the injury was not shallow, as Fang Huan said, from that date, Hu Beiyue's cultivation did not advance but retreated, and his health became worse and worse.

In the past, Hu Beiyue was the best at the Seven Star Alignment Arrow, and since that day, Hu Beiyue has never been able to use the Seven Star Alignment Arrow.

"With all due respect, the owner's time is short. ”

"How long will I live?"

"Up to two years. ”

"Little brother may be cured?" Hu Beiyue said excitedly.

"It's hard to say," Fang Huan said.

It's hard to say?

Hu Beiyue was stunned for a moment, and didn't quite understand what Fang Huan meant by what he said badly.

Is it difficult to say whether it is a grasp of the treatment of the disease, or is it right...... It's hard to say how much the consultation fee will be?

Fang Huan walked to Hu Beiyue's side, raised a palm and put it on Hu Beiyue's lower abdomen, the Shennong Ding in his body flowed, and the aura of plants and trees overflowed from Fang Huan's palm.

Hu Beiyue only felt that there was a warm air flow pouring into the dantian in his body, and he couldn't say how comfortable he was.

After a while, Fang Huan withdrew his palm and said, "Does the owner of the village now understand why it's not easy to say?"

Hu Beiyue looked stunned, and naturally understood what Fang Huan meant by what he said.

Just now, Fang Huan's grass and tree spiritual power poured into Hu Beiyue's dantian, and it did not treat Hu Beiyue's injuries, but supplemented Hu Beiyue's vitality.

Fang Huan's meaning is very clear: I can't heal your injuries, but my spiritual power can replenish your vitality.

If Hu Beiyue wants to maintain this vitality, he must let Fang Huan stay by his side, otherwise, as Fang Huan said, he may not live long.

But keeping Fang Huan by his side to replenish his vitality every day would be equivalent to imprisonment!

Hu Beiyue looked at Fang Huan's back as he walked away, raised his hand a few times and then fell, finally clenched his fists, turned around and said, "Go back to the village!"

Sensing that Hu Beiyue behind him didn't mean to force himself, the corners of Fang Huan's mouth flashed with a smile.

This owner is really good, and he didn't force himself to keep himself for his life.

"Brother Huan, obviously you can cure him, why don't you cure him directly?"

Fang Huan smiled and said, "The old man who taught me medical skills back then told me that he had three non-rescues, and he begged the dead not to save them, and the dead did not save ......."

"What about the other kind?" Seeing that Fang Huan was silent, he asked curiously.

"And what...... Those who are killed are not saved. ”。

Lingdong looked dazed.

"If this owner of the village forcibly keeps me for his own life, then he is a damned person, and I naturally can't save him. Let's go, let's go find an inn to stay in first, and find an opportunity to treat him in a few days. ”