Journey to the heavens starting from the fox demon

Some professional beggars earn more than [-] yuan a month.

At that time, Wang Yu, who was paid [-] dead wages every month, was so envious.

Similarly, working from dawn to dusk, earning less than others beg for food.

Generally speaking, the previous life was that you can be ugly, but you must be rich.

Money can turn the devil around.

If you follow this routine, change to someone else, accept apprentices?

No problem, as long as you can afford it, the service is guaranteed.

Take a simple example.

100 yuan = low-level basic Qi training method.

1000 yuan = intermediate basic Qi training method.

1 yuan = Advanced Basic Qi Refining Method.

10 yuan = top-level basic gas refining method.

100 million yuan = Qi refining methods of various attributes, with special guidance, and guaranteed delivery to the Jindan realm.

Outer disciples = 1000 yuan.

Inner disciple = 1 yuan.

Core disciples = 10 yuan.

Personal disciple = 100 million yuan.

Good guy, almost made Wang Yu's heart flutter.

Fortunately, it was taken back at a critical moment.

Oh, right.

Just now I seem to have heard that Yiqi Daomeng is going to fight in Beishan, do you want to go and see?

Wang Yu thought for a while and decided to take a look.

When Lord Chicken and the others arrived, he knew immediately.

After all, the village is only so big, if he thinks about it, he will know exactly who is in the village.

……

Two days later, Beishan.

Today, there will be a big battle here.

The confrontation between the Renhuang powerhouse of Yiqidao League and Beishan Beidi caused countless people to wait and see.

At the critical moment, Tu Shan Honghong, the leader of the Demon League, came to Beishan in person.

This is the first time that the Yiqi Daomeng and the Yaomeng have fought on the surface.

The contestant sent by Yiqi Daomeng this time is the old Patriarch of Wangquan Villa, Wangquan Qiuming.

A few days ago, Wang Quan Qiuming successfully survived the Eight Heavenly Tribulations with the help of the Wang Quan Sword, and stepped into the realm of the Human Emperor.

With the help of Heavenly Tribulation, the injuries all over his body were restored to their original state.

He has also become the Human Sovereign powerhouse who has overcome the most calamities so far.

Holding the King Quan sword, Wang Quan Qiuming was wearing a golden Taoist robe, a golden hair crown, and his complexion had returned to his middle-aged appearance.

His face was ruddy, not at all like Wang Yu's emaciated, kidney-deficient face when he saw him the last time.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, he had almost forgotten the feeling of being noticed.

Since getting injured decades ago, he has moved from the front of the stage to behind the scenes.

Let Butler Fei stand in front.

He outputs behind the scenes and gives ideas.

Looking at his long black hair and the fat old man with white hair beside him, Wang Quan Qiuming put on a look of disgust.

"Old Fei, move back a bit, you have already affected the speed at which I draw my sword."

Steward Fei: "..."

Chapter 3 and Six

, the journey to the heavens starting from the fox demon

Good guy.

It's not time to lie on the bed and call him A Fei with a look of dying.

Thinking back to when Dongfang Qiuming was injured, he was bedridden for a period of time, and he was about to die.

There was no way, the King Quan Villa at that time was at a low ebb.

The patriarch is dying, and the heir has not yet grown up.

Butler Fei had no choice but to stand up and lead the disciples of the royal family at that time to barely keep his status as the number one family in the world.

But half of the prestige of King Quan Villa at that time was earned by Steward Fei.

Butler Fei couldn't help but rolled his eyes at Dongfang Qiuming.

Grandma drops...

He is despised now.

But with so many people watching, it was impossible for Butler Fei to say anything, so he took two steps back respectfully.

In front of outsiders, Wang Quan Qiuming is the old Patriarch after all.

To put it bluntly, he is a servant of Wangquan Villa after all. No matter how good his relationship with Wangquan Qiuming is, he still has to abide by some things that should be observed.

Otherwise, it would be of no benefit to anyone to drop the talk.

Wang Quan Qiuming stood on a rock, looking at the Yaomeng tent in the distance, feeling mixed feelings for a moment.