Immortal Martial Venerable

"Wang Zhan'er went too far."

"Yeah, how could he do that?"

"We risk our lives, but it's better for him to make a lot of money behind his back."

"The most outrageous thing is that even our disciples have to buy tickets if they want to go to the city to watch the game."

In the Dongyue Imperial Capital, in a hall of the Changsheng Inn, a group of Saint Realm bosses were all injured. They were sitting, standing, or lying in a state of embarrassment, all filled with resentment.

The great saints were waiting on the side.

"Brother Tianwu Dao, why don't you go talk to that kid Wang Zhan?"

Holy Lord Jiujue, who was tied up like a rice dumpling with bandages, said to Holy Lord Tianwu.

The Nine Jue Holy Lord was really tortured by the strange demon in the seal this time. He was lucky to escape.

"That's right, brother Tianwu Dao, just go find Wang Zhan and see if you can divide us up!"

The Lord of Dongxuan Mountain also said that one of his right arms was hanging on his chest, and blood was still seeping under the bandage.

"Why should I go? I won't go."

Holy Master Tianwu shook his head directly. Wang Zhan is an iron rooster. Who can pluck out a hair from his body? What a joke.

"It's okay if you don't go, I'm just talking. How about asking your inner sect elder, Taoist friend Meng He, to come over?"

Holy Master Jiu Jue's eyes fell on Meng He who was beside Holy Master Tianwu.

At this time, Meng He was really miserable. His hair and eyebrows were burned away by the magic fire, turning him into a bald head. His originally fair skin turned as black as ink, and Lao Bai turned into Lao Hei.

If you don't look carefully, no one will recognize him.

He also escaped from the seal with a narrow escape.

At this time, the demon hunting operation of the Holy Realm bosses was temporarily over.

There was no other way. After a big battle, all the Holy Realm bosses who participated in the demon hunting operation were reduced to residual health, like the Nine Jue Holy Lord, half of their lives were almost gone.

They need to rest,

Then we can continue to fight.

Moreover, they were not worried that those strange demons could break through the seal and escape, because that was the seal placed by their master Gu Fei himself.

Wait for them to recover, and then kill those strange demons.

However, Wang Zhan took advantage of this moment to make a fortune, which made them, the Holy Realm bosses, very unhappy.

Because Wang Zhan kept all the ticket income in his own bag, and the most egregious thing was that even disciples from major holy places needed to buy tickets to watch the game.

"Me? Gentlemen, look at me, I've turned into a black man. I guess the young master won't even recognize me. What's the use of me going?"

Meng He shook his head and waved his hands, pull him down, he wouldn't do it.

"Fellow Taoist Meng He, who doesn't know that you are a popular person around the master? As long as you act, the young master will give you some face."

Ancestor Ziyang also spoke.

This Holy Realm boss is highly respected. He has been enlightened longer than all the Holy Realm bosses present. He is a proper antique-level boss.

Meng Heke had a headache when he saw Patriarch Ziyang talking.

Patriarch Ziyang’s face must be given.

But he really didn't want to go to Wang Zhan.

All the Holy Realm bosses in the hall were looking at Meng He, and the whole place fell silent.

"I said, Brother Meng, just take a trip!"

Holy Lord Tianwu broke the calm with his voice.

"Sect Master...this..."

When Meng He saw the sect leader, he called him brother. If the sect leader usually called him brother, he would be absolutely flattered, but now he was really shocked.

"Okay, then I'll go find the young master!"

Meng He said helplessly.

"Haha, you are here, Meng He. Do you have anything to do with me?"

At this moment, a loud laugh came, and then, a person strode in from outside the hall.

All the saintly realm bosses were dumbfounded when they saw the visitor.

Holy Master Jiu Jue almost slipped off the recliner.

Ancestor Ziyang directly crushed the tea cup in his hand. It was tea brewed with ten thousand years of purple ginseng, and it splashed all over him.

The Holy Lord Jiuxuan completely forgot about his leg injury, stood up suddenly, and fell directly to the ground.

As the visitor walked into the hall, the hall suddenly became chaotic.

"I've met the young master..."

"I've met the young master..."

"I've met the young master..."

A group of saintly realm bosses hurriedly saluted the visitor.

The person who came was none other than Wang Zhan'er as they called him.

Behind their backs, they all talked about Wang Zhan's child, but now that Wang Zhan was here, they immediately became honest and became extremely respectful. They called him "young master" and hurriedly saluted Wang Zhan.

"Everybody sit down, everybody sit down..."

"Hey, Jiu Jue, you've turned into a rice dumpling, so don't jump up and salute."

"Who is this black charcoal head?"

"Young Master, I am Meng He!"

Meng He almost cried.

"What the hell, Meng He? How did you become like this?"

As soon as Wang Zhan came in and saw all the big men with residual health, he was a little confused. Are those strange demons sealed by the master so powerful?

Those strange demons actually tortured all the big men in the Holy Realm to the point where they were left bleeding.

The first battle ended with the defeat of the Holy Realm boss.

There is no suspense!

"Young Master, you are here..."

Holy Lord Tianwu hesitated to speak.

All the big guys looked at Wang Zhan.

"It's okay, I just came to see everyone."

"By the way, when can you recover from your injuries? Give me some time so I can make arrangements."

Wang Zhan smiled.

This group of guys made him a lot of money. In his eyes, these big guys in the Holy Realm are the gods of wealth.

"Well……"

All the saintly realm bosses were immediately confused when they heard this.

"What are the arrangements?"

Ancestor Ziyang said subconsciously.

Yes, what are the arrangements?

All the big guys in the Holy Realm were very curious.

"Making money, what else?"

Wang Zhan glanced at the saints.

"..."

The saints looked shocked.

"What are your expressions? The capital of Dongyue Emperor is half destroyed, and countless people have been displaced. Should we do something to help?"

Wang Zhan looked serious.

"For the sake of the people of Li, I want to rebuild Dongyue Imperial City, but this requires a lot of money. In your eyes, I may be a money addict, trying every means to make money, but I am not doing it for myself."

Wang Zhan said solemnly.

Seeing Wang Zhan's performance, the saints were stunned for a while.

The saints always feel that something is wrong.

"It turns out that the young master wants to rebuild the Dongyue Imperial City and save millions of people from the fire and water. This is a great merit. I, Meng He, am willing to contribute my small amount. These are three thousand spirit beads, young master. Please accept them."

Holy Master Jiu Jue: "These are ten thousand spirit beads. Please accept them, young master."

Ancestor Ziyang: "Young Master, I will give you fifteen thousand spirit beads."

Holy Lord Jiuxuan: "I will give you 20,000 spirit beads."

Master Dongxuan Mountain: "You are too stingy, I will give you 50,000 spirit beads."

All the big guys from the Holy Realm rushed to give the spirit beads to Wang Zhan.

"Good people, everyone is a good person."

Wang Zhan did not reject anyone who came and accepted them all. In just a short time, he had received hundreds of thousands of spirit beads, and these holy realm bosses kept adding more.

"You are on the right track, you are so on the right track."

Wang Zhan's face turned into a chrysanthemum with a smile.

Gu Fei sensed this scene, but he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His disciple was a bit weird!