Chapter 614: You Can Fake It Better Than Me

This kind of pretending aura that came to his face, even Mo Hai had to avoid its edge!

"Otherwise, you kowtow to me three times, worship me as a teacher, I will reluctantly accept you as an apprentice, what pill do you want to take in the future, I can send you some?!" Mo Hai looked at him and said coldly.

The old man said with a disdainful face: "Hehe, the little doll is still too young, you may reject me today, but when you really react, I may not accept it!" Anyway, I've already eaten the pill, you can send me some more in three days, I haven't eaten this kind of snack for a long time! ”

"You treat Zijin Dan as a snack?! Do you know how much this one is worth?! casually 30 million goes up, if you eat one, I will count it as tens of millions, and besides, don't you claim that this is garbage?! Why don't you eat the ones you refined yourself?! ”

This guy must know the pill, and if he doesn't understand it, it is impossible for him to dare to eat so many Zijin pills at one time.

"Hehe, you said it all, you want 30 million pieces of this thing, so the pills I have refined are not more than 100 million?! The last one is hundreds of millions, and the bottle on the table is worth 10 billion, which is my life's work! Of course, I was reluctant to eat my stuff, but I was greedy, so I had to eat your refined peanuts! ”

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If he hadn't been able to beat this guy, Mo Hai really wanted to beat him to death.

As for these purple gold pills refined by Mo Hai, if he let his master know, he would probably be able to crawl out of the soil happily, and give a thumbs up to himself and say that the future is terrifying.

At a young age, he was already able to refine the Purple Gold Pill, and he was not yet a professional alchemist, so this talent was absolutely against the sky in any era.

This is the first time I've heard of Zijin Dan as peanuts!

"I'm planting it in your hands, I don't want these pills! But don't worry about the pill behind me, if your fat cat dares to come again, Lao Tzu will chop it up and make a dragon and tiger pot! Give it to you to taste! Mo Hai said angrily with a gloomy face: "I just don't want to make a big fuss, otherwise even if I can't beat you today, it's no problem to destroy your house!" ”

The old man didn't care at all: "If you have that strength, then I want to take you as an apprentice even more!" It's a pity you didn't! ”

"Do you believe that I spread the news that you are hiding here?!"

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Finally, he saw a hint of timidity on this guy's face.

This old man is really not afraid that Mo Hai will lift his house, just a few tricks just after fighting are enough to show that this person is definitely a master.

Coupled with his age, if he is a master, the level may be the same level as his master.

Then it can't be beaten, but hiding in the old city of Jiangzhou, let's say it's a seclusion, it's not too far from the city center, but if it's not a seclusion, there are only people living in his house around.

Only this ruined house is still inhabited!

So he guessed that there must be a reason why he couldn't leave Jiangzhou, he didn't want to leave here, but he wanted to live in seclusion here, that is, he was most afraid of being found out of his traces and came to the door.

People with such skills don't know how many people they have offended when they were young, that is, Mo Hai doesn't know his name, otherwise if he asks in the rivers and lakes, he will definitely be able to find clues.

After all, he can sit and fight with him, and Mo Hai can't get close, and it is difficult to find a few of them in the rivers and lakes with this strength.

Yun Feng, as a senior disciple of the Wudang Sect, when both sides were not desperate, he couldn't hold out for a round in his own hands.

Desperate means that two tigers will die when they fight, or they will die together, like this kind of ancient martial arts sect, there must be a killing move, and if necessary, they will die with each other.

"You've won!" The old man lowered his head and pondered for a few seconds, then looked at him and said, "What do you want?!" Money, or ......"

As he was talking, the mobile phone in Mo Hai's pocket rang.

"You wait first!"

He took out his mobile phone and saw that it was a call from Qin Lan, probably urging him to hurry up to eat.

After all, it's all at this point, and the dinner party will start later.

"Where are you?! Sister Yun and they are all here, why haven't you arrived yet?! Qin Lan said very anxiously on the other end of the phone.

Mo Hai nodded with an embarrassed face: "I'm here, it's almost there!" Come on, wait for me a little longer! ”

"Where's it?!"

"Listen, I can't hear how strong the wind is, I'll call you when I arrive!"

"Hello?! Heyβ€”β€”! I ask you where you are! ”

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Mo Hai directly cut off the phone, at his speed, it would take at least half an hour to rush to the place to eat.

There was too much time, so he couldn't bother with the old man any longer.

"Forget it!"

After he hung up the phone, he put the phone in his pocket and said angrily: "Don't let your cat steal my pill in the future!" This time, I'm going to blame the past! ”

"That won't do! How can a cultivator go back on his word, I said that if I want to make amends, I must make amends! In this way, I used to give people a hexagram and collect 100 million hexagrams, and I will calculate it for you for free today, and I should pay you for these peanuts! The old man looked at him and waved his hand.

"What the are you calculating, 100 million hexagrams, just talk about the price when you touch each other, right?!"

The angry Mo Haihai wanted to stab him, but now that time is tight, he may not be able to catch up with this banquet if he waits for a while.

He turned his head to leave, but the old man closed the door with a wave of his hand, and at this moment countless vicious dogs rushed out again, and the eagle in the sky circled again.

The two great serpents coiled around the door, spitting letters at him with their teeth and claws.

"You're really farting when I'm talking, aren't you?! If I don't count, what if people think I'm eating white food?! Write a word, any word! The old man said very stubbornly.

"Don't you just eat white food?! You can play a scoundrel, you have to give me a hexagram, right?! ”

Mo Hai really didn't want to waste time here, so he wrote a horizontal line on the ground: "You can say whatever you say!" ”

"I don't recommend you test this word! Ordinary people are not good at this word, one of these words, either life is the last stroke, or the first stroke of death! Why don't you change the word! The old man looked at him and said with a gloomy face.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, I've always been my life, it's up to me, and if I can determine my future by just measuring words, then it might be a mistake for me to appear at the beginning!"

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