Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

This sentence can be said to have cut off everyone's escape route, which naturally made everyone feel unhappy.

"Ha...! Fellow Taoist is really a stubborn person. Is it possible that fellow Taoist is also a casual cultivator? You have to know that if you missed this opportunity, it will be difficult to find the Yingying Pill. Even if this pill is... It’s also rare in our Eastern Jin region!”

The skinny old man's face also darkened, and he stared at Wu Fan for a long time before he sneered. Although he was persuading, his words contained sarcasm.

But after he finished saying this, he found that the other party closed his eyes and immediately fell silent.

Obviously, Wu Fan was too lazy to say anything.

However, this scene not only did not make the old man give up, but also fueled his arrogance. He thought Wu Fan was a soft persimmon, so he folded his arms and sneered again:

"What kind of attitude is this, fellow Taoist? You, a person from a remote place, do this in our Eastern Jin Dynasty? Is it possible that you don't take us seriously?"

As soon as he said this, a roar of laughter suddenly came from the room.

This sentence can be described as heartbreaking. It not only belittles the other party, but also elevates the status of everyone present.

For a time, nearly half of the people turned their heads and looked at him with mocking looks on their faces.

The old man's words made everyone feel comfortable. In their opinion, they should really kill the opponent's spirit and not let him be too self-righteous.

Only a few people did not participate, but they also watched indifferently.

But no one saw it. At this time, a faint red light appeared in the depths of Wu Fan's closed eyes, but it soon disappeared again.

"Do you talk too much, fellow Taoist? Wu came here to exchange things. Since I don't have what I want, do I still have to exchange? What's the point of this?"

Wu Fan suppressed his anger, opened his eyes and looked at the old man, his voice getting deeper and deeper.

"Hehe...! You don't have to change, but Taoist fellow Taoist doesn't even want to say anything, it's too arrogant. It's difficult for people like you to go far in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Maybe one day you will meet a grumpy fellow Taoist , I’m going to teach you a lesson...!”

The little old man didn't know that Wu Fan was on the verge of going berserk, so he actually laughed strangely and then made things difficult for him. He wanted to use this to show off his majesty, and at the same time he also wanted everyone here to look at him with admiration, but it didn't work. Before he could finish speaking, a loud bang suddenly came.

"Get out of here, if you dare to say one more nonsense, Wu will kill you now!"

Wu Fan's eyes filled with anger, he stood up suddenly, and rushed towards the opponent with a strong coercion. The next moment, the old man grunted, and backed away several steps, feeling a helpless feeling. The power of the rivalry made him almost breathless.

After he stood firm, he looked at Wu Fan in shock, his eyes full of horror!

At this time, everyone in the room was also startled and looked shocked.

This scene happened so suddenly that everyone barely reacted. No one expected that the other party, who had always been silent before, would now make such a strong move.

But everyone could see that the other party was not joking, because the murderous aura on his body was not fake, and he obviously really meant to do something.

I believe that if the short old man dares to say another nonsense, the other party will definitely take action.

For a moment, there was deathly silence in the room, as if the air was frozen, and there was only the sound of everyone breathing.

Even Zhong Renliang and the other six mid-term monks looked surprised.

It was obvious that Wu Fan's move really frightened everyone.

Among them, the short old man felt the deepest, because he had just sensed clearly that not only did the other party really have murderous intentions, but the coercion exuded by this person was not what ordinary mid-term monks should have. It is no exaggeration to say that he He even felt that he was like an ant in front of the other party, unable to resist at all.

At this moment, he secretly blamed himself, why did he insist on doing this when he had nothing to do? Before, he had thought of putting pressure on the other party and changing the elixir, but the consequences of doing so made him lose the opportunity and offend him. Such a person.

Moreover, this not only failed to increase his prestige in the hearts of everyone, but instead added a scandal to him. Now, he feels like a clown and wants to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

For a moment, his face turned red and white, and he was extremely embarrassed, but he did not dare to say any nonsense. Until now, he was still frightened and did not even dare to look at the other party.

It's just that he was too arrogant before. He thought the other party was a soft persimmon, but he turned out to be such a strong person.

"Okay, Fellow Daoist Wu is right. The pill belongs to him. He can change it to whatever he wants. There is nothing wrong with that. Fellow Daoist Liang, please don't go too far."

After a while, Zhong Renliang finally broke the calm and glared coldly at the short old man.

As soon as these words were said, everyone came to their senses. No one was proposing an exchange. Some of those who were determined to win the Pochen Pill also gave up the idea and looked away, not daring to touch Wu Fan. brow.

It seems that strength speaks for itself everywhere. As long as you act cowardly, someone will kick you in the face.

"That...! Haha, Liang did speak too harshly just now. Because the Dust-breaking Pill is too important to me, I was a little anxious at the moment. I hope Fellow Daoist Wu won't blame me."

Seeing Zhong Renliang come out to make peace, the thin old man quickly seized the opportunity, bowed his hand to Wu Fan, and apologized sincerely.

"snort!"

Seeing this scene, Wu Fan, who was staring at the other party coldly, couldn't help but snorted, put away his pressure, and sat back on the chair without giving any face to the other party.

"Forehead…!"

The short old man grinned when he saw this, and quietly picked up the chair that he had knocked over before, sat on it, and dared not speak.

"Okay, the exchange will continue, Fellow Daoist Fang, you start!"

Zhong Renliang nodded with satisfaction, turned his head and looked at the man who had been standing on the stage for a long time and said.

The man on the stage was a bald old man with a red head and a big nose. He was an early cultivator. After hearing this, he smiled slightly and was about to say something.

But unexpectedly, at this time, an arrogant voice suddenly came from the first row of chairs below.

"Wait, the transaction just now has not been completed. This young master has a few words to say to this senior Wu!"

As soon as this voice fell, everyone turned their eyes to the person who spoke. They were very curious about who dared to make trouble for Wu Fan.

But when everyone saw the man clearly, they were suddenly stunned for a moment, and their expressions were indescribably strange. The next moment, everyone turned their heads and looked at Wu Fan. For some reason, everyone's eyes showed pity.

Even Zhong Renliang and the other six mid-stage cultivators couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh, but no one stopped them.

At this moment, Wu Fan also felt something was wrong, and looked up in confusion, only to find that it was just a Jindan-stage cultivator.

This made him even more confused, wondering why everyone had such expressions.

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