This golden sculpture came and went quickly, inexplicably taking the black dragon away, Mo Yang looked at the medicine bottle in his hand, and poured out a pill, which was a transparent elixir, but it exuded a slight stench.

Ya, do all good pills stink?

I'll try the effect of this elixir!

Mo Yang found a random person from the sleeping monk and gave him the elixir.

The monk who took the pill woke up quickly, Mo Yang was not afraid that his recovery of cultivation would be bad for him, and he believed that the power of his life could completely suppress the monks of the Dan period, let alone these players!

The monk shook his head and looked at the young man in front of him, at this time there was only one thing left in his memory, the high priest Qu Feng rebelled, as if this young man had saved him.

"Thank you!" The monk made a big bow and went to meditate.

It seems that this elixir is really good, Mo Yang took one and put it in his mouth, the elixir smelled stinky, but it was fragrant in his mouth. In an instant, the aura that had been suppressed by the weakness of the group became active, and in a short time, he had basically recovered his cultivation.

So much better! Mo Yang urged the dark aura, and huge lights and shadows scattered in front of each monk.

"Why am I here? What's going on? ”

"No, how do I feel that the high priest Qu Feng has rebelled, what the hell is going on, why can't I remember."

"Not good! How is my aura completely suppressed, could it be that the high priest used some strange method? ”

“…….”

At present, Mo Yang only gave the monk the elixir, and the rest was to wake up all of them, because someone had shamelessly thought of a way to make money.

"Come on, come on, don't miss it when you pass by, I use the pill that lifts the ban here, and the medicine will cure the disease." Mo Yang Pan sat on a black boulder, holding a medicine bottle in his hand, and looked at everyone with a wicked smile.

"It's this stinky boy, why doesn't he have anything to do at all! It's disgusting! The poison who woke up looked at Mo Yang viciously and said.

However, Poison Er frowned and said, "Big brother, how come in my memory, it was this Moyang who saved us?" ”

"Hahaha! How can it be? Just that kid? Are you kidding? Presumably, all of us have fallen into some kind of phantom array, and I will rush it away with my luck! ”

At this time, many monks had already come to Mo Yang, but they were all hesitant.

"Come on, Lao Hong, give you one!" For red smoke, of course, Mo Yang will not have any idea of making money.

Hongyan smiled and took the pill, she believed that her memory was true, swallowed the pill, and sure enough, immediately recovered a lot of cultivation!

Mo Yang also took out a pill and put it in Wu Weizi's hand, "Sect Master, I hope to take it quickly." ”

At this time, Wu Weizi's heart was at a loss, although he was also weakened by the group and turned back time, but don't forget his cultivation, as well as his gray robe identity, in his memory, vague and some remnants, no matter what, he was not wrong about Mo Yang in front of him, it was he who saved this family!

As for Qu Feng, Jin Su and Xuanwei, none of these people mattered, the important thing was that Hongyan found someone to rely on.

After Wuweizi, Hongyan and Lin Rou took the pill, they all resumed their cultivation, and all the monks believed it.

"This fellow Daoist, give me one!"

"I want it too, I want it too!"

“……”

Mo Yang was overjoyed, sure enough, this was given to me by Jinsu!

"Don't worry, everyone! Infernal meticulous disciples, a 20,000 spirit stone! Summoning the filthy earth disciple with a fifty thousand spirit stones! 100,000 Qianmo Sect! 100,000 poison factory, 200,000! ”

Infernal meticulousness is its own sect, Mo Yang can't ask for more, Qianmo Sect wants more because of the original purple robe god, as for the Ten Thousand Poison Factory, the poison is too hateful, and it must be more!

Isn't it, all the monks, including those elders, were stunned, this thing still needs money? And the price is different, why don't they want money?

Nonsense, Hongyan and Lin Rou are both Moyang's women, and Wuweizi is not only his own sect master, but also his own father-in-law, it's too late to tie up, can you still ask for money?

To say that two thousand spirit stones is already a lot, although those elders worship two thousand spirit stones every year, but those low-end disciples can't afford it, such as Mo Yang, who definitely can't exceed a thousand spirit stones on his body.

As for the price of 50,000, 100,000, and 200,000, I can't afford it!

The monks thought to themselves, you are much faster than killing people and taking treasures!

However, the people present are all elites from various branches, some of the families themselves are very rich, and some are talents that the faction focuses on cultivating, and these funds must be paid!

The red banner changed his proud posture in the past, and tiptoed to Mo Yang, "That Mo Yang Daoist, in the infernal work, you and I are friends, this price, can it be lower..."

Mo Yang looked at him coldly, "Yes, Red Banner Daoist, in the Infernal Detail, you are the only one who has dealt with me a lot!" ”

"yes, yes....." Red Banner hurriedly chimed in.

"That's it! I'll give you a 15% discount! What do you think? ”

"Fifteen percent off? What does that mean? ”

"You pig's head! Ten percent off is 20,000 spirit stones, you just give me 30,000! ”

"Huh?"

"Pig head banner Daoyou, do you want to be twenty fold?"

Hearing Mo Yang call the red banner a pig's head banner, the monk who worked indiscriminately couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey, you have a lot of adults, or the original price, the original price is better!"

"Just kidding! Your young master of the red banner has spoken, of course you have to give face, twenty fold, no negotiation! ”

The regret in the red flag's heart, I wanted to make some cheap, but I didn't expect to catch another 10,000! Mo Yang, this kid, is really hard to mess with......

"Come, Hongyan, you collect the money!" Mo Yang spread out the stalls, those who have money, no matter what level they are, the most important thing is to restore their cultivation at the moment!

Mo Yang threw the pill to Lin Rou, but slowly walked to Rong Huawu's side.

"Give." Mo Yang already had a transparent elixir in his hand.

"No, I don't. I have the money, so I will naturally buy it myself. Hua Wu's expression was still grim.

This made Mo Yang a little embarrassed, and he wouldn't let Hua Wu pay anyway.

Thinking about it, these 20,000 spirit stones are still a little difficult for Hua Wu, but how can this proud woman accept other people's alms?

Looking at one of Hua Wu's jade hands rubbing the corners of his clothes, Mo Yang smiled slightly, and stuffed the transparent pill into the beauty's hand, "Since you said that, when you gave me that pill to let me recover quickly, it was considered to save my life, and now I give you this pill, it will be regarded as interest!" ”

After Mo Yang finished speaking, he left without looking back.

Hua Wu was holding the pill in her hand, although her memory was very vague, but the scene of handing the Moyang pill to her appeared from time to time, and she couldn't help but smile: Interest? Do you want to give something back?

At this time, nearly a dozen monks had already bought the pill, and the cultivation was immediately restored.