"Alas~ who is it? The attitude is so bad, don't we not buy it, as for leaving us behind? ”

"This girl, what you want is the Emperor-rank Spirit Grass, our boss only entertains guests who buy the Emperor-level Spirit Grass, come with me!" Xiao Er sneered.

"Isn't this a dog's eye looking down on people! What's wrong with buying the Imperial Rank Spirit Grass? Isn't it also here to consume? You don't understand that the customer is God, right? With your attitude, be careful to close the door. ”

"How do you talk? If you want to buy it, you can buy it, if you don't buy it, go out, don't disturb our business here, and if you are poor, you dare to come to our Lingcao Pavilion to buy things, and you don't look at your identity. ”

"Yo, what's going on? It's so lively. ”

"Ouch, Lord Shizi, you're here! What do you want to buy today? ”

The prince in Xiao Er's mouth is the son of Prince Gong, and he is also a Xuan-level alchemist, relying on the fact that he is the son of Prince Gong, a relative of the emperor, and a Xuan-level alchemist, so he is arrogant and conceited, and never puts anyone in his eyes.

However, although he is a gentleman, he is never stingy with money.

"What were you arguing about? I heard you shouting here, don't you know that this world is coming? It's so noisy, how can I buy things in this world? ”

"The prince doesn't know, these poor ghosts are not good, but they still pretend to be children of the family to come to our Lingcao Pavilion to buy things, don't worry, I will drive them out."

As he said that, he turned around and walked towards Mu Youluo and the others. "Three, you two should go and buy it elsewhere! We won't entertain you, and don't get in the way of the eyes of the world, and those who know each other will go out quickly. ”

"This son wants to buy the Emperor-level Spirit Grass, and if you sell it, you actually want to drive people out, this is a bit excessive!" At this moment, a voice as nice as a yellow bird came through the door, and then a woman walked in.

The woman is dressed in green clothes, with a standard goose egg face, and looks sweet and cute.

"Fu Wuyi, why are you here? Didn't your father shut you up? ”

"yes!"

"If you dare to run away, I will definitely tell my father when I go back, and then punish you well."

"Whatever! Anyway, every time my father punished me, he would reward me with a lot of things. ”

"You...... You dead girl, you are really as shameless as your mother. ”

"Fu Ziqiang, what did you say? You repeat. Fu Wuyi's face sank, the momentum of his whole body rose, and suddenly, the spiritual power of the eighth level of the Spirit Saint filled the entire Spirit Grass Pavilion.

Fu Ziqiang was taken aback by her momentum, and stammered to repeat what he had just said.

At this time, the woman was completely angry, she took out her spiritual weapon, her spiritual weapon was a silver whip, from different directions, the whip emitted different lights, especially beautiful.

Mu Youluo looked at her whip, her eyes showed appreciation, this whip not only has a beautiful appearance, but it is also a holy weapon, it seems that the level has reached about the fifth level of the holy rank.

Fu Wuyi waved the whip, and there was a sound of whips falling to the ground in the lobby of the Spirit Grass Pavilion.

Fu Ziqiang hid in Tibet, and was almost whipped every time.

The shopkeeper looked at the spirit grass in the hall that was broken into a few sections, and his flesh ached, these spirit grasses were bought by him at a great price, and many of them were extremely precious, once destroyed, if you want to have goods again, you will have to wait for a long time.

"Hey, hey~ County Lord, Shizi, don't fight anymore, if you continue to fight, my store will be ruined!"

"What if it's ruined, you guys who look down on people, it's better if the store is ruined." As she spoke, she knocked over all the spirit grass shelves next to her with her whip.

"Fu Wuyi, you're enough, if you keep making trouble, this son will really make a move."

"Come on, I'm afraid of you!"

"Don't force me, or I'll really be rude to you."

"Can you beat me? You're still not kind to me? What a joke. ”

Fu Ziqiang's face was bruised, and he was extremely angry, but he never dared to do anything to Fu Wuyi, first, he couldn't beat him, and second, because she was his father's favorite daughter, if he really beat her, he would go to his father to complain, and when the time came, with Prince Gong's temper, he would have to lose his skin if he didn't die.

Obviously, he is the eldest son in the family and the future successor of the palace, but his father prefers Fu Wuyi more.

Fu Wuyi. Any injury he suffered while cultivating could make Prince Gong feel distressed for several days, and when he was cultivating, he even released some spirit beasts that had not yet been subdued to fight against him.

Several times he almost died in the mouth of the beast, but Prince Gong not only did not praise him, but even scolded him for being useless and unworthy of being his son.

He has been dissatisfied for a long time, but because of his father, he didn't dare to attack her, but she went against him everywhere, and even shot at herself without any scruples.

Prince Gong saw these in his eyes, but he never said anything to stop them, and even let Fu Wuyi do it to himself.

He suspected that he was not his biological son, otherwise, how could he ignore it?