Rebirth of the Campus Special Forces

"Since he is there, everything that follows will be easy to handle. At least before I get the Wannian Ganoderma lucidum, he will never be discovered." As he spoke, Jiang Shan smiled and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.

With a faint smile, he walked forward and walked towards the teahouse under Bai Xiaoning's doubtful eyes.

However, the two of them were already at odds when they raised the price, and Mu Long even said harsh words to him before leaving. If he appeared in front of him now, if he tried to grab the ten thousand year Ganoderma lucidum, what would happen?

The movement is likely to shock the entire city, and even the heads of other sects may be attracted by the commotion and come here one after another.

A middle-aged man dressed in coarse cloth held a teapot and carefully poured tea for Mu Long. When his eyes stared at the Ganoderma lucidum tightly held in the latter's palm, he was a little confused, but after so many years of opening the restaurant, he had eaten it many times.

The lesson also taught him that all problems can only be kept in his stomach and cannot be spoken out.

When the tea cup on the table overflowed, he stepped back and quickly poured it over to another young disciple. When his fingers slid on the table, he looked closer to the Wannian Ganoderma lucidum.

The faint scent of medicine made her nostrils twitch for a little while, and the pressure accumulated in her heart for many years disappeared instantly without a trace.

"Hey, have you heard about it? The auction house this time is particularly amazing, especially the appearance of ten thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. Many disciples from sects, especially those from particularly wealthy sects, went there. It's really

I don’t know whose hands this thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum ended up in. I really want to know!” A young disciple said.

Another young disciple couldn't help but nodded, "Yeah, I really want to know who this guy is? How could he be so lucky to get such a ten-year-old Ganoderma lucidum? If it were us, even if it takes a hundred years,

You may not be able to catch one or two glances in a thousand years, this is a spiritual creature from heaven and earth."

Listening to the discussion of several young disciples behind him, Mu Long's sense of pride in his heart deepened. You must know that although this ten thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum went through a lot of twists and turns, it finally fell into his hands.

So what can gold coins do? If a life is lost, can these gold coins exchange for another life?

"Hmph, I'm really pissed off. The three hundred thousand dollars turned into one million gold coins all of a sudden. If I met that guy, I would have to kill him. How dare you raise the price with me? How brave is that?

You're so fat, you don't even ask me who I am, Mu Long, and you dare to make trouble with me!" He frowned, remembering Jiang Shan's proud look before, and his heart was filled with anger.

A young disciple passed by him, and the faint wave of true energy flashed past his eyes. If it were anyone else, even the most ordinary young disciple would be shocked by this wave of true energy.

, but Mu Long didn’t respond at all. Even when the zhenqi fluctuations disappeared in front of his eyes, he made no sound.

"Guest, what do you need?" A middle-aged man wearing coarse cloth appeared in front of him.

Jiang Shan smiled and shook his head. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, but his attention was focused on the Wannian Ganoderma lucidum in Mu Long's hand behind him. He was holding the teapot in front of him with one hand, and a faint white color appeared in the other hand.

When the people around him were not paying attention, he quickly poured the powder into it. When the mouth of the cup shook, the perfect combination of powder and tea was hard to see.

The middle-aged man in coarse cloth felt strange. When he turned around, there was already another teapot in his hand. However, the sweat on his forehead made him breathless. Regardless of other people's eyes, he would

Jiang Shan lifted the teapot in front of him, slowly bent down and poured some water, and then walked towards another person.

Jiang Shan smiled, stood up, held the wine glass in front of him and gently placed it on Mu Long's table. The movement was light and silent, so Mu Long, who had been in a daze, did not react in time. The powder in the cup had long since disappeared.

In front of my eyes, it even blended with the tea, making it difficult to see for a while.

Originally this powder was intended to be used to deal with monsters, but I didn't expect that today, in front of the auction house, in this teahouse, it would seem a bit wasteful to use it on a young disciple, but for the ten thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, it would be a waste.

I mean, it's all worth it.

After doing this, he did not speak, but turned around and sat on the other side.

"Yeah, I'm so angry. If I catch that kid, I have to teach him a lesson!" Mu Long huffed. He stood up and took a deep breath. His dry throat seemed to be smoking.

He seemed a little uncomfortable.

When he held the tea cup with his left hand, he did not dare to put anything in the tea. He opened his mouth and drank directly down his throat.

As if he didn't feel enough, he frowned tightly and said, "Waiter, why is there only a little bit of water? It's not enough for me to drink. Please give me another bottle!"

The waiter responded and quickly came to his side. A pot of tea was placed on the table in his hand. When he raised his hands, Mu Long seemed a little impatient because of his slow movements and took the tea with one hand.

After a while, the other hand pushed hard. Although there was no real energy fluctuation and there was not much force, how could the strength of a cultivator be the same as that of ordinary people.

The force of the palm shook his chest, and the waiter had no time to stand upright and knocked down the table and chair behind him.

Under the crackling sound, he stood up again, looking a little embarrassed.

Mu Long laughed loudly, not wanting the waiter to look embarrassed. He held the teapot and drank suddenly. When the water in the tea kept surging in his throat, he drank it all in just three seconds.

"Okay!" When he put down the teapot, he exhaled and laughed, still holding the Wannian Ganoderma lucidum tightly in his hand. If it weren't for Jiangshan, how could he be so miserable today?

Jiang Shan smiled slightly, raised his left hand, and when one finger trembled slightly, Mu Long behind him was stunned. There was a faint pain in his abdomen and he grinned, especially his stomach, which seemed to be burning with fire.

, it hurt so much that cold sweat poured down his forehead.

"What... what on earth is going on?" The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, Mu Long gritted his teeth, and his eyes closed for a while. The pain in his abdomen had left him without any strength to open his eyes.

It only took a pot of tea, just those three seconds, but the pain was so painful that he was dying, and the young men around him looked confused.

They had never seen anything like this before, and they didn't know why Mu Long was in such pain.