As long as there are enough vests, the plot can't kill me

An atmosphere even more depressing than before lingered in the not-so-spacious auction venue.

Some low-level monks who came just to join in the fun and gain some experience sat in their seats, not daring to breathe.

These symptoms soon spread from person to person.

Everyone knows that after extreme repression, there will be a violent explosion.

Xiao Mingxuan was under tremendous pressure and his back was completely wet.

But he couldn't show any cowardice because this was a test from the young master.

Even if I die, I cannot bring shame to the young master and the market today.

Qi Yu has experience in this kind of thing.

After what happened at Lide Middle School, he felt good about himself the second time he encountered such a thing.

In fact, after guessing the young master's plan, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

When it comes to building authority by stepping on others, Lin Xiao is an expert in this field.

You use your powerful strength to openly threaten my guests. No matter what the reason is, this is a slap in the face of Blue Moon Market.

Then, it's only right that I leave you alone.

"Aunt Jiang, us?"

Even Zhou Ci could see that the owner behind the market was ready for a head-on confrontation. As an old fox who had lived for who knows how many years, how could he not know this?

It's not surprising that he is unwilling to talk and doesn't give face.

What the woman is considering now is whether the other party has enough confidence to do this, or is he just a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger, or is he the kind of arrogant young man who is spoiled by his family?

No matter which one it was, she, a transcendent and powerful woman who had not appeared in public for a long time, had lost all face.

The difference between the two lies in how they deal with it afterwards.

"Oh, your young master is quite arrogant!"

The other party spoke first, and Xiao Mingxuan's nerves immediately tensed up, which meant that the most critical moment had arrived.

"Senior, have you ever looked up to my Blue Moon Market?"

"Is that so?" The Jiang woman was amused and thought things had become very interesting. "It seems that your young master is not only arrogant, but also has a bad temper."

"You are not wrong to say so, Senior. My young master does business based on honesty and values ​​harmony, but I always respect others as much as I respect him."

"Really? Did he say anything to me?"

"Have."

coming!

Everyone pricked up their ears at the same time. When the moment of close combat arrived, the whole venue could hear the ground falling, and only the vibration of chests remained.

"Oh, I would like to hear what this talented person has to say."

As he spoke, the great monk of the eighth realm slowly stood up and unleashed such an extreme pressure that the air began to stagnate.

As the main target, Xiao Mingxuan mobilized all the spiritual energy in his body to barely keep himself awake.

Of course, he also understood that this was the result of the other party holding back.

"Senior, my young master asked me to tell you that if you and that young lady don't leave behind a million mid-grade spirit stones, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave the Great Zhou."

Bang!

As soon as this earth-shattering and unbelievable statement was uttered, someone's weapon was not held firmly and smashed heavily on the newly laid floor tiles, causing a loud echo.

Afterwards, one after another, some people could no longer hold back, causing the originally extremely quiet space to be filled with subtle noises from time to time.

Openly threatening a transcendental being, and threatening with his life, this young master of the Blue Moon Market is even more powerful than the previous Young Master Lin.

The young master of the Lin family, who had attracted worldwide discussion, had killed the ancestor of the Lin family, who had the greatest hope of reaching the realm of transcendence. This was already beyond the scope of people's acceptance.

This one, on the other hand, even escalated his arrogance.

"You want me to be unable to leave the Great Zhou. Does your young master know what you are talking about?"

"Of course, the young master has said before that unless you are a Heavenly Lord, there is probably no hope of escaping."

Heaven, the Lord of Heaven?

What is this young man talking about? Blue Moon Market only gives face to Tianzun?

The senior cultivator who was quite familiar with the Great Thousand Worlds had a very interesting expression on his face after hearing the underlying meaning in Xiao Mingxuan's words.

You are the Heavenly Lord, and no matter how you come to the market, no one will pursue it. But if you are not, then I am sorry.

Everyone was completely dumbfounded. If they were not under the pressure of a powerful person and were not the victims, they would really want to stare wide-eyed and watch the show.

"What a loud tone."

The woman was not intimidated. She left her seat and walked slowly towards the platform.

As she walked, she released her spiritual sense, covering all the figures in the Blue Moon Market, not just the small auction venue.

Whether he really has the ability or is just bragging, you will know it after trying it.

However, the result of the test almost broke the defense of this great monk who had been out of touch with the world for less than a hundred years.

Teacher Li and others who were standing at the door waiting to collect money, relying on the fact that there was an old principal who was still somewhat useful in the school, glared at the powerful men of the eighth realm with their Nascent Soul cultivation of the fourth realm.

The anger and cannibalistic expressions on their faces were not concealed at all, as if they had some deep hatred.

At the same time, these people didn't seem surprised at all that a transcendent and powerful person could stay in the market.

As for the three Qi Yu brothers, Xiao Mingxuan and others, they were even less panicked.

They all knew that the owner who was not good at business was actually the most famous new great celestial being, the Sword Saint.

This is an extremely ruthless man who faced the three great Heavenly Lords alone and finally managed to kill the Wenxian Sect's spirit boat.

The young master said that he was only giving face to Tianzun, and this was really not a joke.

Maybe the owner is somewhere in the market right now, with his knife sharpened, waiting for the young master to say a word before starting to chop people.

If the people above are not panicking, the people below who are responsible for doing things will naturally remain calm.

The treatment in the market town is hard to come by, and if you lose your position for unknown reasons, you will be at a huge loss.

What, you feel short of breath? Wouldn't that big mouth make it better?

People from all walks of life in the market were able to remain calm in the face of the high pressure brought by the strong, which was a great shock to people.

Realizing this, the woman's heart sank, and she finally realized that things were beyond her expectations.

But at her level, it is certainly impossible for her to give up just because of some superficial things, otherwise what is the point of being a cultivator.

[Fellow Daoist Hanyue, please stop. ]

Just when the woman was determined to take action, a slightly aged voice suddenly came from the audience.

She suddenly froze in place, only to find that the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

[Are you the old owner of the teahouse? ]

[It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that once you take action, this matter will be irreversible.]

[Could it be that you are the master behind this market? ]

[This old man doesn't have such great ability. I just want to remind you that it's better to lose money to avoid disaster.]

Jiang Hanyue: “…”

She never thought that the phrase "spend money to avoid disaster" would one day be used to describe herself.

What if I don’t have money?

【Then you will die! 】

This sentence does not contain any subjective feelings, it is just stating a fact.

The old principal who came here on behalf of the twelve schools of the Northern Alliance has successfully completed his mission.

At this moment, he was sitting in the VIP room of the Blue Moon Market, shivering as he looked at the pile of pill bottles on the table.

Sitting opposite was the God of Killing and the Sword Saint, who had just finished regulating his breathing and was showing signs of returning to his main duties!

The reason why the white-haired old principal came forward to plead for mercy was, firstly, he was afraid of missing this opportunity to make a big profit, and secondly, he wanted to repay a favor he owed to the Jiang family.

Now that the Jiang family no longer exists, this favor can only be owed to Jiang Hanyue.

"Fellow Daoist Ling, is this Qi Gathering Pill really worth ten spirit stones per bottle?"

The old man was too lazy to wait for the other party's response. Anyway, he had said what he needed to say and repaid the favor. What mattered more was getting a bargain.

Although the Qi Gathering Pill is only a basic type of medicine, it is so popular that the market price must be at least three spirit stones per pill.

If I buy five with ten spirit stones, isn’t that just a free gift?

"Yes, only wholesale, not retail. For my girl's sake, I'll give you a discount, one extra bottle for every twenty bottles."

So what if he is the Lord of Heaven? He is still forced to make a living and has to learn how to do business from now on, right?

After so many years of exposure, Uncle Kun is not completely ignorant. This time he brought a bag full of storage rings and had already figured out how to sell them.

The Qi Gathering Pills cannot be contained even on a large ship. If we sell them one by one, how long will it take to sell them all?

Since the girl chooses to go to school and has some good feelings towards the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Blue Moon Market can wholesale it to them.

She has a chokehold on them. If she wants to deny her girl face in the future, she will have to ask her uncle whether he agrees.

After all, even if Xiao Xiao doesn't take care of things, his identity as the young master of the market town will never change.

With this plan in mind, Uncle Kun felt full of energy and thought that doing business was not that difficult.

Well, considering that most of the schools in the north are very poor, he considerately changed the large bottle into a small bottle, and sold the pills in a bottle of ten pills in two bottles, focusing on one for the sake of customer consideration.

"Thank you for your generosity, fellow Taoist."

After confirming that he was not dreaming, the old principal took a deep breath and asked a little embarrassedly: "Well, I want to ask you a question. How many friends do I have..."

"Okay, if you give face to my Xiao Xiao, you are giving face to me."

The experience of being a parent for the first time was really novel to Uncle Kun. He was in such a good mood that he didn’t even ask any questions. He just waved his hand and gave enough face to this senior.

It was also the first time for the old principal to see the Sword Saint in person, and he had a very different understanding of the rumored God of Death.

It seems that this guy, besides being good at chopping people, is actually also good at business?

Perhaps his gaze was too obvious, Uncle Kun understood it at a glance and couldn't help laughing.

"Old senior, I learned all this from that girl."

It is better to praise the children than to praise yourself. No matter who puts in the effort, parents will eventually want to put the blame on their children. This is a common problem among all parents, and Uncle Kun is no exception.

Through the thick wall, he looked at the female cultivator who was standing in the middle of the field, hesitant and seeking death, and felt that he was not exaggerating at all.

Xiao Xiao can earn hundreds of millions of spirit stones just by talking. How many Qi Gathering Pills would his uncle have to sell to get enough?

Alas, my little girl is so capable!