As a demon cultivator, it makes sense to be cruel!

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Suddenly, a team of Yinmofang City law enforcement teams saw the movement here, shouted and squeezed directly into the crowd.

"What a courage!"

"How dare you commit murder in Yinmofang City? Do you know that this is the territory of Hao Zhe, the third elder of the sect!"

Entering the crowd, one of the law enforcement monks led the thirteenth level of Qi Refining to Perfection. The man with a ferocious centipede tattooed on his face shouted to the crowd.

Suddenly, the monks who were still pointing and watching the show were frightened and ran away. Fang Han originally wanted to blend in with the crowd and leave together, but when Fang Han raised his foot, the pock-marked monk who was kicked away by him stared at him with wide eyes and hatred. Xiang Fanghan.

"Senior brothers, please don't let those two people go. They are the ones who dare to despise the third elder Hao Zhe in Yinmofang City. These senior brothers must make the decision for us!"

The pock-marked monk lying on the ground endured the severe pain in his chest, and with difficulty stretched out his right hand to point at Fang Han and Shangguan Yun.

"You two stop!"

"You hurt someone in Yinmofang City and still want to escape. You really don't take us law enforcement monks seriously!"

After hearing what the pock-faced monk said, the Yinmofang City Law Enforcement Team shouted and rushed over to directly surround Fang Han and Shangguan Yun.

"Senior brothers in law enforcement, it was he who dared to take away my personal maid in front of me just now, so I had no choice but to take action, even if these senior brothers saw me openly!"

Fang Han hugged his fists at several Yinmofang City law enforcement disciples, and then quietly stuffed a storage bag into the hands of the centipede-faced cultivator at the [-]th level of Qi Refining.

The centipede-faced monk calmly scanned the storage bag handed over by Fang Han with his spiritual consciousness. In his heart, he was very satisfied with Fang Han's virtuous behavior, but on the surface he was expressionless.

Fang Han handed the centipede-faced monk a storage bag that contained a full 50 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones. Fang Han knew very well what kind of Yin Demon Sect monk he was, and they could confuse right and wrong even if others ignored him.

Fang Han was too lazy to waste time with the law enforcement monks, so he simply used the spirit stones to kill a few dogs. It was obvious that the dogs were very satisfied with the spirit stones given by Fang Han.

"It turns out that we misunderstood Junior Brother. Junior Brother, don't be angry. We will definitely seek justice for Junior Brother!"

The centipede-faced monk cupped his fists and saluted Fang Han, then turned his eyes to the pockmarked-faced monk with a sunken chest.

"Take him away and send him to the law enforcement hall!"

The centipede-faced monk looked at the pockmarked face and smiled coldly, then gave instructions to several Yinmofang City law enforcement disciples beside him.

"Yes, Senior Brother Lei!"

The two law enforcement disciples hugged the centipede-faced monk, and then walked towards the pockmarked-faced monk with frightened expressions, with malicious intent.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

"I want to sue you for accepting benefits from others and sue you for corruption!"

From the angle where Pockmarked Face was lying, he happened to see Fang Han stuffing Centipede Face Monk's storage bag. Seeing that two law enforcement monks were trying to take him away, he was so frightened that he shouted incoherently.

"Humph!"

"How dare you slander the law enforcement monks? I don't see the need to take you to the law enforcement hall!"

"Great, then don't let me go!"

The pockmarked monk heard what Centipede Face said and shouted ecstatically.

"I said I won't take you to the law enforcement hall because I think it's a waste of time but I don't really want to let you go!"

The centipede-faced monk smiled ferociously, then took out the chain from his waist and whipped it towards the pockmarked-faced monk's head!

The chain made a whistling sound and hit Mazi's face and head like lightning.

"bump"!

The pock-marked head made a crisp sound when it came into contact with the chain, and the head shattered like a ripe watermelon. White brain matter mixed with blood splashed around, and the body twitched unconsciously for a few times and then stopped moving.

Seeing that he was dead, the two monks with pockmarked faces began to spit on his corpse.

"Bah, what a damn bad luck!"

The two threw the pock-marked monk's body directly on the ground, then walked towards the centipede-faced monk. A fireball flew out and turned his body and blood into ashes.

Seeing that the pock-marked monk was dead and had nothing to eat, everyone consciously dispersed. Fang Han and Shangguan Yun in the crowd had already left at some point.

In an antique shop in Yinmofang City, a maid was diligently pouring spiritual tea for a man and a woman. These two people were Fang Han and Shangguan Yun who left quietly.

"Fang Daoyou, the store manager will be here soon, please wait a moment."

"The maid said to Fang Han respectfully, looking at Fang Han nervously from time to time as if she was afraid that he would run away."

"No problem!"

Fang Han stretched out his fingers and tapped the table carelessly, making a thumping sound.

"Hahaha!"

"It's my fault for keeping my fellow Taoist waiting for so long. Please forgive me, fellow Taoist!"

A hearty laugh came from the back hall, and an old man with gray hair walked out.

"Slave, please pay homage to Deacon Jin!"

The maid showed relief when she saw the old man and saluted quickly.

"You go down!"

"Yes!"

The old man waved to the maid, who bowed and left after saying yes.

When Fang Han saw the old man coming over, he took out more than twenty storage bags and placed them on the table without saying much.

The old man's brows jumped when he saw more than twenty storage bags, and he couldn't help but secretly thought: This person must be a murderer and a thief!

On the surface, he calmly picked up the storage bag and swept it into it with his spiritual consciousness. At first, the old man's face was calm, but soon he became surprised. After ten breaths, the old man withdrew his spiritual consciousness and said:

"Fellow Taoist, these items are worth a total of three thousand, one hundred and twenty-five low-grade spiritual stones. What do you think?"

Fang Han frowned slightly, seeming a little dissatisfied.

"Friend Taoist, this is already the highest price. If you don't believe me, you can go to other stores to see if the price is higher than mine!"

Seeing that Fang Han seemed dissatisfied with the price, the old man smiled and said.

"make a deal!"

Fang Han didn't want to waste time on hundreds of low-grade spirits, so he simply agreed.

"Fellow Taoist, feel free!"

Seeing that Fang Han agreed, the old man's face glowed red, and he put away more than twenty storage bags. After a while, the old man walked to the back hall and walked out with a storage bag in his hand. He walked to Fang Han and handed the storage bag to him. passed.

"Fellow Taoist, check whether the spirit stones are correct!"

Fang Han took the storage bag from the old man's hand, scanned it with his spiritual consciousness and found exactly "three thousand and one hundred and twenty five low-grade spiritual stones", no more and no less.

"Yes, the number of spirit stones is correct!"

Fang Han nodded with satisfaction!

"Fellow Taoist, if you still have resources that need to be sold next time, please come to this "Black Tooth Pavilion". Our store will definitely buy them at the highest price. I am our deacon Jin Qianqi!"

"Okay, if I have any resources for sale, I will definitely visit your store!"

Fang Han greeted the old man politely, then turned around and led the stunned Shangguan Yun out of the Black Tooth Pavilion.

Shangguan Yun, who walked out of Black Tooth Pavilion, was shocked that her young master actually had so many resources. In her eyes, 100 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones was an astronomical figure, let alone more than 3000 low-grade spiritual stones.

Handy slaves like them will never see so many spiritual stones in their lifetime.

"What are you thinking?"

Fang Han looked aside in a daze, and Shangguan Yun asked with some disgust.

"No...nothing!"

Seeing Fang Han's question, Shangguan Yun lowered his head in embarrassment.