The Global Era of Immortal Cultivation: I Have a Hundredfold Reward

Are you made of clay?

I can't help but fight too much.

Thinking of the material of the spear, Mu Feifei immediately understood.

Hey!

He thought of that sentence again.

I really want to keep a low profile, but my strength doesn't allow it.

In the distance, Fang Siyuan had already broken out of the siege and started running around the alchemy room.

But his image at the moment is extremely embarrassing.

Her eyes were shattered, her hair was disheveled, she was kicked countless times, and her clothes were covered with shoe prints.

"Brother Mu, save me!" Fang Siyuan wailed.

A good man can't stand the crowd.

He cast spells behind him as he ran.

Bang bang bang!

The interior is like setting off fireworks.

A group of people chased after him non-stop: "Just fuck that bitch with glasses!"

Suddenly, Mu Feifei appeared with an indifferent expression and a majestic momentum.

A long gun was in his hand, like the boundary between life and death.

Whoever crosses the line will die.

Those people were immediately shocked.

I was stunned that no one dared to go up.

At this moment, Mu Feifei stood there, as if supporting the whole world.

One husband is the gatekeeper and ten thousand people do not open it!

A body of one person can suppress more than a dozen people.

"You go!"

"Why don't you go up?"

"You go first and I will follow immediately!"

They discussed in low voices.

Suddenly, there was a wail from the ground: "Sister Shangni, my arm is broken, take me to the infirmary quickly!"

Chapter 210 Is Your Surname Mu?When Uncle Xiaofeng and his younger brothers heard this, they hurriedly helped Zhao Zilang up from the ground.

"Oh, it hurts, who touched my arm!" Zhao Zilang let out another cry like killing a pig.

So, everyone changed from supporting to lifting, and lifted Zhao Zilang over his head while lying on his back.

"Let's go too." Mu Feifei said to Fang Siyuan.

"Okay." Fang Siyuan tossed his hair casually. Although he seems to have escaped from a refugee slum at the moment, his temperament must be full.

"and many more!"

The two raised their heads, and suddenly found that Zhao Zilang had stopped them again.

Fang Siyuan sneered and said, "Why, Young Master Zhao, haven't you been beaten enough?"

Zhao Zilang said angrily: "Fuck you, you didn't beat me up, what are you pretending to be?"

Fang Siyuan naturally grabbed Mu Feifei's shoulders, and said with a smile: "Brother Mu and I are comrades in arms, what difference does it make?"

Mu Feifei was speechless.

If he remembered correctly, before coming here, Fang Siyuan was still complaining about others, why did his attitude change so quickly now?

Although Fang Siyuan is a bit of a tiger, he is still a veritable second-generation official, and he still has an eye for judging the situation.

When he was still entangled with that group of people, Mu Feifei killed Zhao Zilang in an instant, the speed was astonishing.

From Fang Siyuan's point of view, Zhao Zilang's strength is a little bit worse than his, but overall, the gap is not that big.

If Mu Feifei can kill Zhao Zilang in seconds, he can also kill Fang Siyuan in seconds.

And later, Mu Feifei suppressed more than a dozen people by himself. This kind of momentum is the real god descending to earth.

Unlike him, who was being chased and ran all over the room, looking like he was running away.

Therefore, Fang Siyuan was convinced.

There is no longer any desire to compare with Mu Feifei.

But he didn't feel ashamed.

The old man is so polite to Mu Feifei, what arrogance does he have?

At this moment, Zhao Zilang was very displeased with Fang Siyuan's deceitful behavior.

However, the situation is not good for him now.

Zhao Zilang didn't bother with this issue, and said directly to Mu Feifan: "I, Zhao Zilang, always keep my word. The elixir you just refined, 100 million pills, my Zhao family took all of them."

Mu Feifei was slightly taken aback, but he didn't say anything about the old routine of pretending that it is not 100 million but 200 million now.

He noticed the details in the other party's words: "Your Zhao family accepts everything?"

Zhao Zilang said: "That's right, my father will be here soon, and he will talk to you."

"Okay." Mu Feifei nodded.

Zhao Zilang couldn't help being happy.

Haha, I finally did a personnel matter for the family!

On the surface, Zhao Zilang bought the elixir from Mu Feifei, but actually wanted his father to negotiate with him.

After all, the emergence of middle-grade and above medicinal pills in the market, and they can also be produced in large quantities, will have a big impact on the Zhao family's medicinal pill business.

After half an hour.

In a rather romantic student coffee shop in Yaowen High School, Fang Siyuan was drinking iced coffee boredly.

He raised his head and looked at the wishing stickers all over the wall.

"I hope I can be admitted to the ideal Sendo University!"

"I wish my parents good health forever!"

"Ding Jiajia, I love you, you are my goddess, I hope to have a monkey with you!"

……

These are still normal, and the painting style changes suddenly when you look down.

"Dear! Received the takeaway, remember to give a five-star praise."

Fang Siyuan was speechless for a while.

Who the hell posted the warm reminder of the takeaway shop here?

In the distance, Mu Feifei sat in a corner facing a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was wearing a well-tailored light gray suit, a crisp white shirt, and his hair was not messed up. He looked like a standard business tycoon.

While Mu Feifei was looking at the other party, the middle-aged man was also staring at him.

However, Mu Feifei felt that the uncle's gaze was a bit strange - as if he had known himself a long time ago.

Minutes passed by.

Mu Feifei said: "Let's talk about the purchase of the pill."

"Uh, I'm sorry." The middle-aged man woke up from his dream, and there was a hint of panic in his voice: "You can count how many there are."

Mu Feifei took out a bunch of small porcelain bottles and said, "Here are 110 nine high-grade pills, one million ones, you can count the quantity..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly found that the account in his watch had received a transfer reminder.

A full 2000 million!

Mu Feifei was stunned: "Uncle, don't you count the amount, and also, you have given too much money."

The other party didn't even check the quality of the pill, and hurriedly used the face-to-face transfer function.

It was the first time Mu Feifei saw such a person.

Should I say that this uncle trusts me too much, or should I say that he is too generous?

"No need to order, I believe in you." The middle-aged man smiled kindly.

Those soft eyes made Mu Feifei feel uncomfortable.

"Now that the transaction is over, I will take my leave."

Mu Feifei wanted to leave as soon as possible, he couldn't bear the eyes of the middle-aged man.

After all, he had just broken his son's arm.

It's good that the other party didn't scold him a few words, and he was so kind.

Mu Feifei felt very sorry.

He had just left the table when the middle-aged man stood up suddenly and said eagerly, "Wait!"

Because of getting up too violently, many porcelain bottles on the table rolled to the ground, making a tinkling sound.

These are rare high-grade pills.

But the middle-aged man didn't even look at it, he just stared at Mu Feifei.

Mu Feifei was very strange.

Call him to stop at this time, what the other party wants to do.

"Son, what's your name?" The middle-aged man asked with great concern.

Originally, Mu Feifei was reluctant to reveal his name to strangers, but the middle-aged man made him feel too kind.

Moreover, Mu Feifei couldn't bear to refuse the other party's performance just now.

"My name is Mu Feifei." He replied.

"what?"

"Your last name is Mu?"

The pupils of the middle-aged man shrank, his whole body swayed, and his emotions suddenly became extremely agitated.

"Uncle, are you okay?" Mu Feifei was also taken aback. His surname is so common, why did the other party sound like he was about to have a blood clot?

"I'm fine." The middle-aged man raised his head, his eyes were red, and asked urgently, "What's your father's name?"

Mu Feifei was a little surprised. Why did this uncle look like he was going to eat people?

Could it be that he has some deep hatred with his father?

"What's his name?" The middle-aged man became more and more excited, and directly grabbed Mu Feifei's shoulder.

"Mu...Mu Zi said." Mu Feifei said.

"Mu Ziyue?" The middle-aged man muttered repeatedly in his mouth, and suddenly seemed to be drained of all his strength, and collapsed on the seat.

Mu Feifei said, "Uncle, do you need to go to the hospital?"

The middle-aged man waved his hand with a wry smile: "It's okay with me, I just recognized the wrong person."

Mu Feifei let out an ooh, then said goodbye and wanted to leave.

The middle-aged man suddenly said: "Can I call you Xiaofan from now on?"

Mu Feifei nodded.

"My name is Zhao Xiaofeng, if you don't mind, call me Uncle Xiaofeng!"