Suddenly, hearing Fang Jin open his mouth to make the second request, a little nervousness flashed in Iga Masamoto's eyes.

In order to fight against the invasion of the Fallen Star Sect that appeared out of thin air, the Iga Ninja Society suffered heavy losses this time, and countless supplies were consumed. And the next pension and reconstruction are even more in the scope of Iga Masamoto, I don't know how to fill the gap, where is the spare energy to satisfy the appetite of a few gold-level powerhouses?

But this nervousness disappeared after hearing Fang Jin's request.

Iga Masamoto was even a little incredulous, suspecting that he had misheard.

He confirmed, "Just fill your backpack?" ”

"Of course." Fang Jin nodded and said, "I know you guys are also very difficult this time, so I won't ask for more." But one thing to be clear, my backpack is huge. ”

"It's okay!"

Seeing Fang Jin's confirmation, Iga Masamoto breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment, there was even a little gratitude in his heart.

For ordinary silver-level professionals, the backpack is only a few dozen slots. What can the backpack of this gold-level master in front of him be a hundred bars, or even more?

The Iga Ninja Club is also a big force, and with the family wealth accumulated over the years, no matter how much it is spent, it is still easy to fill a person's backpack.

"Then it's decided, don't go back!"

Fang Jin glanced at Iga Masamoto, and there was no warning in his tone.

And Wei Gong, Peng Mingzhe and others behind him, while their faces were upright, they couldn't help but feel a little pity and sympathy in their hearts. Iga Masamoto, this guy has been planted in a deep ditch this time. But if you think about it carefully, even if you are trapped, it is better than being exterminated by the Fallen Star Sect; Coupled with the heavy blood debt owed by Fusang in history, the two were at peace.

Soon, the group followed Iga Masamoto to the Guild Warehouse of the Iga Ninja Society.

After temporarily giving Fang Jin the right to operate as the vice president, Iga Masamoto made a gesture of invitation, looking very generous, and let Fang Jin access it.

"Thank you."

Fang Jin said in his heart, I really hope you can maintain this calm appearance later.

Then, his gaze fell on the list of guild warehouses of the Iga Ninja Society.

In terms of average quality, the Guild Warehouse of the Iga Ninja Society is at least two grades lower than that of the Salvation Guild. In terms of the total amount, the difference is even more, not to mention the difference of seven or eight times. But even so, the dazzling list still made Fang Jin happy.

And, even by his standards, there is no shortage of good things in it that can be used.

"A fifth-order refined sword forging blueprint?"

It is estimated that Fusang does not have a sub-professional of a sufficient level for the time being, so he cannot learn, so he can only be temporarily placed in the warehouse, and he is cheapened in vain.

"It's ...... Red flame iron, an essential material for making high-grade equipment? That's 10 copies! ”

Ditto, it is estimated that the level of the Fuso blacksmith deputy is not enough to make high-level equipment, and it is a waste and a pity to mix this in low-level equipment.

"A chunk of ice elemental crystal!"

"Bundles of grandmaster-level revival potions, recovering 2,000 blood and 1,200 mana points at the same time!"

Slow down......

Does it matter if something is good or bad?

Fang Jin suddenly found that there was no need to waste time here to take a slow look, all the round, one package without leakage is the king!

Of course, it's not good to go too far, so let's leave a few things. Then set all the exchange contributions less than 100 points to filter out, which is much more refreshing - after all, things that are too rubbish will take up space in vain.

As soon as the mobile warehouse opened, Fang Jin began to stand in place and frantically pick up the goods.

Under his control, all kinds of props were taken out of the warehouse of the Iga Ninja Society and put into his storage backpack, and the other side was immediately stored in the guild warehouse of the headquarters of the Shu County Rescuers Guild.

The infinite loop begins!

This side seems to be generous, but in fact, it is quietly linked to the guild network, and the original Iga, who monitors the changes in the guild warehouse, can still remain calm when the first 100 items are used. But as the second 100 appeared, his expression began to turn a little white.

In addition, the 3rd and 4th 100 pieces......

"W-This can't be!"

Iga Masamoto was puzzled, and looked at Fang Jin as if he had seen a ghost. How could the backpack of the person in front of him be as big as four or five hundred compartments?

However, Fang Jinmu did not squint, and still concentrated on the goods.

The storage backpack seemed to be a bottomless pit that could never be filled, and it quickly went from the fifth 100 pieces all the way to the tenth. After moving thousands of props, Fang Jin's face seemed to flash with a little regret, and the speed of picking up items slowed down significantly.

"It's finally full!"

Iga Masamoto's face was as white as a zombie, his lips trembling and he barely knew what to say. The person in front of him has almost swept away the remaining essence in the warehouse of the Iga Ninja Society, leaving only the most worthless garbage!

After almost scanning two or three hundred pieces, seeing the empty warehouse after filtering, Fang Jin nodded unsatisfactorily: "Let's do it first...... It's a pity that it's not full yet. Well, why don't I bring some rations for the way back? ”

At this moment, Iga Masamoto gave the person in front of him the heart to kneel.

He even doubted his previous decision to compromise and endure humiliation—after being invaded by the Fallen Star Sect and then ransacked like this, even if the Fuso humans survived, what would be left?

"Okay, tease you."

Fang Jin knew from looking at Iga Masamoto's face that their food resources would not be very large. On the other hand, on the side of the Rescuer's Guild, the secret realm of the main guild and the three major branches, a steady stream of food is produced, plus the lean meat provided by the hunted demonic beasts, the basic food supply is no longer a problem.

In that case, he didn't bother to fight with the Iga Ninja Society for that little bit of food. After all, after the forcible seizure, it is the poor people at the bottom who are most affected.

"Well, now that the supplies have been replenished and the threat of the Fallen Star Sect has been lifted, we won't stay any longer. It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, and say goodbye now! ”

Fang Jin still had some hope and continued to interfere in the situation in Luzon, so he couldn't wait to submit his resignation.

“……”

Iga Masamoto's face flashed with ecstasy for a moment. He was already mentally prepared that Fang Jin and the others would continue to stay here for a period of time, as short as three or five days, or as long as ten days and a half months. Unexpectedly, the three of them were so easy to talk to, and they took their things and left, which was simply beyond his imagination.

Let's go now, Iga Masamoto can't wait to send off the three plague gods quickly. But he was worried that the straightforward send-off would make the other party unhappy and counterproductive, and he hesitated whether to keep it enthusiastically. But after thinking about it, if the three of them were really moved by him and refused to leave, it would be to lift a stone and shoot themselves in the foot.

It was this dilemma that made him choke for a while, not knowing what to say.

Fang Jin could probably guess a thing or two from his strange and distorted face, laughed, and beckoned his men to take the Storm Griffin and leave!

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