More than 10,000 coins in more than half an hour, close to 200 coins in 20 hours, the difference is simply...

One is in heaven and one is on earth!

If Zhang Fan had twenty hours to refine the elixir...

Fuck, two hundred thousand pills! One day!

This is going crazy!

This guy Zhang Fan is simply a pill mass production machine.

The most important thing is that the mass production is high and the quality is high!

It is 25% more effective than ordinary healing pills!

Who else? Who else?

Let alone Zhang Fan having tens of millions of healing pills, even if Zhang Fan had hundreds of millions of healing pills, Murong Xiaoxiao would not be surprised.

Look at this person, look at this person, the alchemists in Baoling Pavilion are all trash!

Find a time to fire them all and give all their wages to Zhang Fan.

No, no, no, even Zhang Fan probably doesn't like him.

How much money does Zhang Fan earn at the end of the day?

Damn, it’s not unreasonable for this bitch to show off his wealth. If I were so awesome, I would show off my wealth too!

Gong Liang felt the extremely disgusted look in Murong Xiaoxiao's eyes, and he really wanted to cry.

This is not my waste!

Damn it, this bastard Zhang Fan is too perverted.

In all the mountains and seas, can we find such an alchemy madman?

No! Absolutely not!

In an instant, Gong Liang looked at Zhang Fan, his pupils filled with fear.

"What do you think, you loser? Are you convinced? It's only been more than forty minutes, and there are still more than three hours left. I feel like I can still practice!" Zhang Fan said.

Hearing this, Gong Liang's face suddenly became uncertain!

Yes, it took Zhang Fan less than an hour.

Gong Liang couldn't find anything to refute the word "waste".

"Mr. Zhang Fan, what kind of alchemy method do you use?" Gong Liang asked.

Zhang Fan smiled coldly: "How can a rubbish alchemy method get into your eyes, a third-grade alchemist? We are here to discuss business today."

Hearing this, Gong Liang wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

Rubbish alchemy!

This is what he said.

If making tens of thousands of pills in less than an hour is rubbish, then who does it count?

Garbage within garbage to the Nth power?

At this moment, Gong Liang's expression was gloomy, and he even began to doubt himself.

Is my method of alchemy really correct?

"Hahaha, yes, yes, we are here to discuss business. I didn't expect you, brother, to be so powerful." Murong Xiaoxiao laughed loudly.

At this moment, Murong Xiaoxiao wanted to kidnap Zhang Fan away.

With Zhang Fan here, it is enough to be worth a group of alchemists.

What elixir is still lacking?

It’s simply a money-making machine!

No, we can't let this stinky brother run away.

"Pay with one hand and deliver with the other." Zhang Fan said, then waved his hand, and in an instant, countless porcelain bottles filled almost half of the room.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Murong's small mouth twitched violently.

Damn, this stinky brother is definitely here to show off the storage bag.

Too much!

My storage bag is not enough!

"Gong Liang? Please tap it!" Murong Xiaoxiao's expression remained unchanged, and then he stretched out his hand to pull Zhang Fan: "Brother? Sister, I just fell in love with you at first sight? What do you think? How can someone be so handsome and extraordinary in the world?"

Where are the people."

The more Murong Xiaoxiao looked at Zhang Fan, the more handsome he felt!

Zhang Fan jerked his hand out and looked at Murong Xiaoxiao in horror: "Miss, please respect yourself."

In an instant? Murong Xiaoxiao's eyes turned cold.

Self-respect?

Stinky brother? How did you say that?

"Oh, between us siblings? What are we doing with such status?" Murong Xiaoxiao immediately laughed.

"Where's the spirit stone?" Zhang Fan asked.

Based on the previous price of Murong Xiao's novel, the spirit stone is estimated to be in the millions, right?

He very doubted whether Murong Xiaoxiao had enough money!

The corner of Murong Xiaoxiao's mouth twitched! This stinky brother? Why does he love money so much?

Isn’t it good to talk about feelings?

Do you have to talk about money to hurt your feelings?

Spiritual stone, don’t tell me? It’s really not enough!

This time she came, she brought ten million healing stones.

Moreover? This spiritual stone is still based on 17:1.

And now Zhang Fan's elixir is 13:1!

The most important thing is that Zhang Fan definitely has more than 10 million healing pills here.

At least 20 million pieces!

No, we can't let Zhang Fan see that he doesn't have that much money.

Murong Xiaoxiao, when have we ever been short of money?

"No hurry, no rush, Master Gong is still being gentle here, let's talk first." Murong Xiaoxiao smiled, and then she turned her head and said to Gong Liang: "Master Gong, count them one by one.

, one is missing, I asked you about it."

You should be able to count them one by one for a long time!

We are still smart.

In an instant, Gong Liang's face turned dark.

Number one by one?

My fucking mentality is shattered.

Murong Xiaoxiao also took out his mobile phone and moved his fingers quickly.

"Prepare ten million spiritual stones for me!"

Zhang Fan also needs to get his hands on the storage bag.

Don't even think about running away from anything I like.

"Hehehehe! You're trying to trick me, aren't you?" Zhang Fan sneered.

"Nonsense, am I, Murong Xiaoxiao, that kind of person?" Murong Xiaoxiao stood up, patted the table, and looked at Zhang Fan fiercely.

Too much!

Don't talk about it, should we arrest this stinky brother and imprison him as a tool for refining alchemy every day?

Don’t tell me, this is really good!

Suddenly, Murong's small eyes narrowed into two crescents!

In an instant, Zhang Fan panicked!

"Sister, please don't, we are brother and sister, money is nothing. As long as the younger brother is here, I can take the pills as I please from now on." Zhang Fan said with a numb scalp.

Mom, I almost forgot that the Murong Xiaoxiao in front of me is a master who surpasses his innate ability.

Can such a strong man be defeated?
To be continued...