So brave!

"I think your place is quite good. In Longtang, there is a mixed bag of fish and dragons. I wish I could kill two more people." Yu Xuan said.

Entering the Dragon Hall, you have no choice. After all, if you want to go to the sect, no one wants you. Being a passerby is afraid of being ganked!

What can I do? Wouldn't it be nice to find an organization to eat and wait for death?

Although some people in Longtang are quite rubbish, on the whole they are pretty good, at least they are not afraid of being fucked to death!

Of course, Zhang Fan's thighs are thick enough.

With Long Aotian and the others protecting me, I'm afraid of the stupid Longtang.

Moreover, the atmosphere here at Zhang Fan's side is indeed good.

He was really envious of the way Fengzi and the group of people were having fun!

Moreover, if you go with Zhang Fan now, even if you can't get along with Long Aotian, Zhang Fan won't drive you away, right?

This is gambling!

The bet was right, my thighs hugged me.

If the bet is wrong, Longtang will not kill himself.

Not to mention guaranteed profits, at least no losses!

"Haha!" Zhang Fan chuckled, ignored Yu Xuan, and went directly to the gravity room.

Practice, practice!

The consequences of killing someone from Longtang seem to be quite serious.

At the same time, An Yiyi stood at the door of the black market, looking respectfully at the young woman in front of him, his eyelids drooping slightly, not daring to look directly.

"Thousands of healing pills, don't lie to me, otherwise you will be dead, bald uncle." The woman smiled charmingly.

"I don't dare. This is a healing pill. Please take a look at it!" An Yiyi took out a healing pill that Zhang Fan gave him and handed it to the woman respectfully.

"Master," the woman shouted.

In an instant, a middle-aged man next to her stepped forward and took the healing pill from An Yiyi's hand.

After taking a few sniffs, he said slowly: "The medicine smells fragrant, and the quality is good. It was made by an experienced hand."

Immediately, he put the healing pill into his mouth and closed his eyes.

Thirty seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes: "Miss, this healing pill is 20% more effective than ordinary healing pills. No, it must be 25%. It's a good thing.

"

Hearing this, An Yiyi felt even more happy.

Just the right thing!

But the next moment he felt distressed. That was his healing pill, and one of it was just gone.

"Twenty-five percent efficacy? Who is so free to study healing elixirs to this extent? If you have this time, why not refine other high-quality elixirs?" the woman said in surprise.

"The key is tens of millions of coins. This amount... Miss, I'm worried that there's some fraud involved," the middle-aged man said.

"Yes, this output is really scary. An ordinary alchemist can make two furnaces a day, and one furnace contains twenty pills. This would take... Master Gong, how long do you have to calculate it?" the woman said, taking it out of her pocket.

Take out a lollipop, peel off the sugar coating, and pop it into your mouth.

"Ahem, even if our Baoling Pavilion wants to get so many healing pills, it would take all the elixir masters combined to complete it in almost three years. I always feel like something is wrong!" said the middle-aged man.

"Bald uncle, did you hear that? There is a problem. You have a big brain and you need to move." The woman smiled sweetly.

In an instant, An Yiyi broke out in a cold sweat.

Damn, this woman is so scary!

Wo Ri, this guy Zhang Fan won't cheat him, right?

"Miss, please wait a moment, I'll contact him right away." An Yiyi said, turned around, took out her cell phone and ran away.

"Xiaofan, where are you now?" An Yiyi said in fear.

It sounds scary to hear Kuo'er moving.

"What's going on at home?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Come to the black market, bring the elixir right now, otherwise, I'm going to die." An Yiyi said hurriedly.

"Your people have arrived?" Zhang Fan was also ecstatic.

Has the spirit stone arrived?

Immediately, Zhang Fan stood up and ran outside.
Chapter completed!