A penny is hard to beat a hero, Xiao Fan doesn't care about money, but when he really needs money, he can only stare dryly.

The old man is unwilling to take out three billion, this matter is changed to who, no one is willing to take out so much money to give to Xiao Fan, after all, Xiao Fan is too young, and the realm is low, who knows if he will die young, Yan Taizhang's existence has died in battle, let alone him? If Xiao Fan dies in battle, where will he ask for these three billion?

Xiao Fan looked at the old man and asked, "You really don't want to help?"

"If you really don't want to help, you can't help, you can die wherever you want to die, you are the Ninth Supreme, you can go to the Mad Mansion to borrow money. The old man tilted his head and didn't look at Xiao Fan, as if he had broken off the idea of chatting.

Xiao Fan touched the back of his head, in fact, he is rich, especially the contribution points of the Crazy Mansion, he is quite a lot, and exchanging the contribution points for money is estimated to be enough for him to spend a lifetime, but this contribution point is a contribution point, and it can't be used outside!

"Uncle, just help, you also hope that I will become strong as soon as possible and take back control of the Molan family as soon as possible, and you should also get the Ridge Soldier of the Great Dao as soon as possible, right?" Xiao Fan persuaded bitterly.

"The Ridge of the Great Dao is mine sooner or later anyway, and I don't need to give out these three billion. "The old man's dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, so he decisively does not borrow, that is, he does not borrow.

Xiao Fan was quite helpless, so he could only ask in a low voice, "You lend me 3 billion, and I will pay you back 3.2 billion within a hundred years, and the guarantee is only a lot more, 200 million interest, a lot." ”

"I don't borrow. The old man is still very persistent, which shows that he is very optimistic about Xiao Fan, and even doubts whether he can live for a hundred years.

Xiao Fan suddenly rolled up his sleeves and asked angrily, "Are you a prophet or not?" Can't you predict how great my future will be?

"It is precisely because I am a prophet that I don't borrow it, how long do you think you will live? I can predict that you are the Son of Heaven, others cannot? I see that your prospects in thirty years will be dark, let alone a hundred years. The old man turned his head and didn't want to look at Xiao Fan, for fear that Xiao Fan would beg him again.

"You really can't get in the oil and salt, Lao Tzu is going to auction the Edged Soldiers of the Great Dao, the ancient artifact, comparable to the soldiers of Kun Wu, is it not worth three billion?" Xiao Fan was annoyed and angry, and stood up directly and said, "Don't regret it, from now on, I will part ways with you." ”

Oops......

The old man immediately hugged Xiao Fan's thigh, and hurriedly said, "Brother, don't be like this, this Great Dao Ridge Soldier is mine, you can't auction it." ”

"It's mine in my hands, is it possible that you want to rob it?" Xiao Fan replied with a sneer.

The old man was suddenly helpless, Xiao Fan was not easy to deal with, if he wanted to get the Ridge Soldier of the Great Dao, he could only lend him three billion.

"I'll lend it to you, in case you hang up within a hundred years, you have to let me find someone to ask for it, and he has to give it back." The old man said compromisedly.

"Is Yan Zu okay? The founder of the Assassin Dao, he won't pay his debts. Xiao Fan directly threw Yanyunbei out.

The old man looked at Xiao Fan like an idiot, and replied speechlessly, "Do you think I can see the ancestral realm? Not to mention a person like Yan Zu, I can see it once in eight lifetimes, and I will burn high incense, and there will be green smoke on the grave of my ancestors." ”

Xiao Fan patted his head vigorously, feeling that his brain was about to stiffen, why is this old man so obsessed with money.

"Yan Qingsi, my fiancée, the descendant of the Yan family, you can ask her for it, you can also find Long Yang, Xuanyuan Wuji, Feng Yu, they are all from my Shinto Academy, I am the master of the Shinto Academy, my debts, they admit. Xiao Fan sighed.

"Please write me a will. ”

Wow......

The old man really took out a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and handed it to Xiao Fan.

This is not dead yet, he is going to make a will, Xiao Fan almost ran away, this old guy obviously wants to curse himself to death.

But looking at the old man's eyes, it is estimated that it will not work if he does not make a will today.

Whoa......

Xiao Fan immediately wrote down the big characters of Long Feifeng's will.

"Remember, pay me back 3.2 billion, don't make a mistake about the number. The old man reminded.

Xiao Fan felt the anger for the first time, this old guy was even more difficult to serve than Cao Zun, but that tomb robber did not join the special mixed army, and it is estimated that he might be stealing treasures in which ancestral tomb now.

Wow......

Xiao Fan shook the brush in his hand, threw the 'suicide note' to the old guy, and said, "Satisfied, not to mention whether my fiancée will pay back the money for me, just with Feng Yu, the Ninth Supreme, you should always believe it, he was brought out by me, you can rest assured, I guarantee that I can't run your money." ”

Ahem......

The old man excitedly put the will into his arms and said, "Little brother, be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years, don't be angry, I will take you to buy the pill, but the Seven Divine Pills have to go to the auction house, and if you want to buy a hundred, I am afraid that you will have to bleed heavily." ”

Xiao Fan touched his forehead, he really didn't want to talk to this money fan more.

The two of them quickly shuttled through the major spiritual treasure stores, each of which could buy dozens of various soul pills, but there was no Seven Divine Pills, this kind of thing was only produced in one alchemy sect, and the only way for this Dan sect to sell it was through the auction house in the City of Prophecy.

After spending a full 800 million, Xiao Fan got a thousand pills, each of which had about two hundred, and only the Seven Divine Pills did not buy one.

Looking at these pills, Xiao Fan glared and asked, "You bluff me again, I only spent 800 million to buy so much, and it takes 2 billion for a hundred Seven Divine Pills?"

"Then I don't care, people haven't given you a discount on my face, it's my face, do you know? So you have to pay me back at the original price, 3.2 billion, even if you are less, anyway, you won't live that long, I'll go directly to ask your fiancée if you want it." The old man smirked.

Click!

Xiao Fan clenched his iron fist and really wanted to give him a punch, but the Seven Divine Pill had not yet arrived, so he could only endure it.

"I won't talk to you, go to the auction house, I must have killed your son in my last life, so you come to take revenge on me. Xiao Fan took a deep breath and said with anger in his back.

Hey......

The old man laughed and said, "Old man, I am alone and have no son." ”

"Get out!"

Wow......

Xiao Fan turned his head and left.

The two of them went one after the other, the old man took advantage of it with a smile on his face, but Xiao Fan was a tiger, constantly erecting an iron fist behind his back to compete, and occasionally raising his leg to kick, but he didn't dare to really hit this old man, otherwise the Seven Divine Pill would not be able to get it.

Half an hour later, the old man walked into the auction house with Xiao Fan, and the strong man of the auction house looked at the old man, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, but before he could say hello, the old man's eyes flashed, and the other party immediately retreated.

Xiao Fan followed behind and didn't see the old man's eyes, but he saw the eyes of the strong man in the auction house a little weird, but he didn't think much about it.

The old man actually took Xiao Fan directly into the private room, and he didn't even need to arrange it.

"Your face is really not small. Xiao Fan said curiously.

The old man said proudly, "That's it, I have been here all the year round, who doesn't give some face." ”

(End of chapter)