When Wang Sandao saw that Bian Qing agreed to help, he immediately had a great impression of this plain-robed young man, and he didn't ask Bian Qing's name and origin, he ran forward with a smile, and ran forward with Bian Qing in tow.

"Shaoxia, in front of us is Wubei Town, although our town is small, it has always been hospitable. I'll have you this cup of 'Ice Mist Liquid' today!"

Wang Sandao shouted while running, Ma Ying's little eyes finally stopped blinking, and pulled Li Liang, who was confused, and hurriedly followed, for fear of falling behind.

The town of Foggy North is just below the foot of the outer edge of the Misty Mountains. Unlike the southern end in the direction of Lunar Moon City, there is a Returning Stone at the southern end, but there is only Fog North Town at the northern end. The town's residents are quiet and laid-back, as if they were in a paradise.

When he came to the town, Wang Sandao took Bian Qing straight into a tall attic. As soon as he entered the door, Wang Sandao shouted loudly: "Fat Xu, come out quickly!

"Wang Sandao, last year you owed me money for wine, a total of 1,300 spirit coins, counting the interest, it is almost two low-grade Yuan stones, and you are still here to make trouble, see if I don't-"

A big round fat man rolled down from the attic as if he was flying, scolding and scolding along the way, but suddenly looked at Wang Sandao's hand blankly as if he had been immobilized, and began to gasp.

"What a baby! Three hundred years of mist spirit ginseng, this is an elixir worth a hundred lower-grade yuan stones! Brother Wang, you have made a fortune!"

"Fat Xu, our Wubei San is definitely not a wine bag and rice bag! It's not that our brother wants to owe you money for wine, it's really too restrictive and doesn't let us enter the Misty Mountains. No, the Tianyuan Dao Sect is gracious and allows low-level martial artists such as me to enter the Misty Mountains to beg for a living. As soon as our brother came out of the horse, he found this thing, alas, luck came, and he couldn't stop it!"

Wang Sandao was triumphant, waved his hand and put the fog spirit ginseng in his hand into his dilapidated storage bag. After smashing his mouth, he sat down at a square table.

"Hehe, Brother Wang, what do you want to drink today?!"

"Of course, it's the best wine, the best food! You Foggy North Building, in addition to the 'Ice Xuanwu Liquid', you can also see people, what else is not mixed with water?!"

Wang Sandao enjoyed the feeling of the moment very much, and pointed at Xu Fatzi's nose and reprimanded.

"You are really lucky today, this building has really just entered a jar of 'Ice Xuan Mist Liquid', you also know that this thing is too expensive, in our town, not everyone can afford to drink. ”

Xu Fatzi didn't care about Wang Sandao's attitude, his face was full of smiles, and he flattered him to the fullest.

"Come on, little brother, sit down, let's have three drinks!"

Before Wang Sandao's words fell, Ma Ying and Li Liang also rushed in. The cultivation of the two of them is low, so naturally they can't keep up with the speed of Wang Sandao and Bian Qing.

"Hahaha, Brother Wang is really a refreshing person, I want to taste this ice mist liquid today!"

At present, Bian Qing is not polite, these days he is cultivating in the mountains, in front of many misty beast clans, he does not dare to eat meat, and he spends his days with the spiritual fruit provided by the beast clan for him every day.

Although after eating the spirit fruit, the vitality in his body became more and more refined, but it made his mouth extremely dull, and the first thing Wang Sandao invited him was really a little bit of his spleen and stomach.

"Hurry up, cut another plate of multicolored venison! No, no, three plates!"

Li Liang was also very excited, and as soon as he sat down, he shouted loudly into the inner hall.

"Wait, wait!"

A jar of "Ice Xuanwu Liquid" is worth three lower-grade Yuan stones, three plates of colorful venison are worth a lower-grade spirit stone, Wang Sandao and four people are the total income of Xu Fatzi's business in a month, Xu Fatzi is full of joy, and even his body is a few pounds lighter.

As soon as the wine and meat were served on the table, Bian Qing frowned slightly, as if he had heard something, but he was calm and relaxed, pretending not to know.

Half an hour later, Wang Sandao, who was holding a wine bowl and waiting for Ma Ying to pour wine, put the empty bowl on the table with great anger.

Lao Tzu just made a small fortune today, and these debt collectors ran to the door! ”

Ma Ying and Li Liang's faces were ugly, and they didn't even have the heart to pour wine, with a worried expression.

"Hehe, what a fragrant wine! Wubei Town is so generous, I drink this high-grade 'Ice Xuan Mist Liquid' in the morning, even my lord Wang doesn't have this blessing!"

Before he could finish speaking, a lewd man with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks also walked into the door, and behind him, followed by a giant man who looked like an iron tower.

This sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man turned out to be a first-order cultivator of the Yuan Wu Jun Realm, and the giant man behind him, although he was at the peak of the Yuan Grandmaster Realm, was obviously also very strong, but his eyes were cloudy, as if there was something wrong with his brain.

"Hey, isn't this the famous Wubei Three Uniques?! There is also Yaxing drinking here today!"

This lewd man was obviously coming for the three Wang Sandao brothers, but he looked like he had just seen it, and the yin and yang in his mouth were extremely disgusting.

"It turned out that Gou was here! Visiting our store really flattered Xu Yiming! Gou Guan needed something, and the shop was free of charge today. ”

Xu Fatzi's original name was Xu Yiming, and when he heard this voice of being in charge, he had to run out to say hello.

"Dead fatty, shouldn't you entertain for free?! Don't forget, you also owe money to my master. Have you gathered the 100 lower-grade Yuan Stones?"

Steward Gou sat down at a square table in the center, pointed at Xu Yiming and scolded sharply. Then he nodded to his desk.

"Today, the steward is happy, just according to your standards of the three uniques in Wubei, give me a share! After running for half an hour, I'm really a little tired!"

"This--I'm really sorry, our store is a small profit, so I entered this jar of ice mist liquid, if you are hungry, there is still a lot of colorful venison!"

Xu Yiming was sweating profusely, and the joy and excitement brought by Wang Sandao's big business had been swept away, and he would never see a little more.

"Bastard, since there is only one jar, of course it is for the steward to drink, those mountain and village husbands, are they qualified to drink such good wine?!"

Steward Gou didn't even raise his head, and threatened gloomily.

With a "bang", Li Liang, who had a loud voice, finally couldn't bear it anymore and stood up.

He lifted the wine jar of Ice Xuanwu Wine, and with a hey, he fell to the ground and roared loudly: "Bad luck today, this wine grandpa won't drink anymore!"

A strange scene happened, the wine jar did not fall to the ground at all, but flew up lightly, and landed directly on the wine table where the stewards were in charge.

"Wang Sandao, your brother is very blindsided! The three of you brothers, the one hundred inferior yuan stones you owe to Master Wang are about to expire, aren't you ready to pay them back?"

Although this steward is unbearable, this skill of taking things from the air is extremely not simple.

"Gou Guan, the Yuan Stone that our brother owes you is only a hundred lower-grade Yuan Stones, and it won't change again, right?"

Wang Sandao finally opened his mouth to ask rhetorically, his voice trembling slightly, obviously not afraid, but holding back the anger in his heart.

"Who is Master Wang? Does anyone dare to change the amount of money set by his old man?!"

Steward Gou snorted coldly.

"Okay, our brother is just waiting for your words! Gou Guan Shi, you look at it, this is a three-hundred-year-old fog spirit ginseng, and it is worth at least a hundred low-grade yuan stones, today you and I are clear!"

As he spoke, Wang Sandao took out a mist spirit ginseng and threw it to the steward who had raised his head and his eyes were shining.

"Hehe, it's really a fog spirit ginseng!"

Take this three-grade elixir. Steward Gou's eyes were on fire, and he couldn't swallow it in his mouth immediately, but he still carefully took out a jade box and put it in it. Put it back in your storage bag.

"Ahem, three hundred years of fog spirit ginseng is indeed good, but unfortunately the market has changed. A mist spirit ginseng is now only worth eighty lower-grade Yuan Stones, and you still owe Master Wang twenty lower-grade Yuan Stones!" (To be continued.) )