Supreme Immortal Demon

To be honest, Mr. Mo himself was also in great pain. 800 million Saint Yuan coins were almost the limit of funds he could mobilize at one time, but the news about Bo Taiyi could be sold at a sky-high price of 1.5 billion Saint Yuan coins. A living Bo Taiyi was even more priceless, and he could earn at least double that. *

Luo Chuan was so straightforward that Mr. Mo breathed a sigh of relief and felt more relaxed.

"Master Luo, you should hand the person over now." Mr. Mo looked at Luo Chuan with a smile.

Before Luo Chuan could speak, Wang Hu led the brothers of the cannon fodder camp to rush in. Everyone was in tattered clothes, with holes in their shoes and patches on their Taoist robes. But this time, everyone had a smile on their face and held all kinds of "gifts" in their hands, including chickens, ducks, fish and meat. Li Xiaochen even hung the half pot of wine he had left in Mr. Mo's hand.

"Hahaha, this time it's really thanks to Mr. Mo."

"Mr. Mo is really the savior of my cannon fodder camp. Mr. Mo must accept these small gifts."

"Thanks to Mr. Mo, our brothers finally have a little hope for the future."

In a blink of an eye, Mr. Mo had a lot of "gifts" in his arms, and even a circle of them at his feet.

Mr. Mo looked at the chickens, ducks, fish and meat in his arms awkwardly, vaguely returning to his childhood days when he was still living in the secular world, and his heart was in a trance.

"Thank you, thank you." After coughing twice, Mr. Mo reluctantly put the "gift" of the cannon fodder camp into the storage ring, and bowed to Luo Chuan: "Master Luo, that person..."

Mr. Mo was interrupted by Wang Hu before he finished speaking.

"Mr. Mo, although we are rough people, we also know how to exchange gifts. That..."

While speaking, Wang Hu stretched out his hand, with a malicious smile on his face.

The brothers of the cannon fodder camp also stretched out their hands and looked at Mr. Mo eagerly.

Mr. Mo didn't know what he meant. He turned to look at Luo Chuan and said with a wry smile: "Master Luo, this..."

"Ah." Luo Chuan sighed and said with a wry smile: "Mr. Mo, please don't blame my brothers. If you want to blame someone, blame me. If Mr. Mo is really in trouble, why not do this, this deal..."

"Forget it. Just consider this little thought as a friend between Mr. Mo and the masters of the cannon fodder camp." As he said that. Mr. Mo took out a fifty-mile spiritual vein in a jade box from his arms.

At this time, Mr. Mo just wanted to complete the transaction as soon as possible and take Bo Taiyi away. At this time, he felt a little uneasy in his heart and didn't want to drag it on like this. Merchants value profit. Fortunately, this transaction is very profitable. This spiritual vein can be regarded as a bonus.

Wang Hu's eyes lit up. He quickly grabbed the jade box and stuffed it into his arms. His face was stern and he said coldly: "That's all? Mr. Mo is sending beggars away?"

"Yes. Why is it only Wang Hu who has it? All of us brothers have gifts for you. It's really heartless to favor one over the other! Boss, just cancel this deal!"

Li Xiaochen snorted coldly, his eyes fell on Mr. Mo's storage ring, and he reached out to grab it!

The brothers of the cannon fodder camp rushed up and drowned Mr. Mo.

Luo Chuan smiled slightly, secretly exchanged glances with Wang Hu, Li Xiaochen and Red Beard. After half an incense stick, Mr. Mo, who was skinned by the cannon fodder camp, finally escaped.

"Master Luo..."

Mr. Mo came to Luo Chuan in an extremely embarrassed manner, his face was pale and blue, and in a short while, he was stripped of more than 100 million Saint Yuan coins by the brothers of the cannon fodder camp. These were his personal collections, and the value was not a bonus. It was equivalent to spending more than 900 million Saint Yuan coins to buy Bo Taiyi.

However, as long as we can get Bo Taiyi, these costs are nothing.

"Mr. Mo, I will take you to see someone."

Luo Chuan did not allow Mr. Mo to speak, and smiled and pulled Mr. Mo to Li'er who was playing with stones on the side.

"My apprentice has been with me for many years. He has been sick since he was a child. Not only is he a fool, but he can't practice. He is really pitiful. Mr. Mo also saw that my cannon fodder camp is so poor, and I couldn't give him any gifts when I accepted him as an apprentice." As he said, Luo Chuan looked at Li'er and said with a smile: "Li'er, why don't you meet your uncle Mo quickly? Your uncle Mo has a gift for you. Tell me, do you want a Taoist robe, a magic weapon, or a panacea, or all of them? Your uncle Mo is generous and will definitely satisfy you."

Li'er lowered his head and said nothing, with a flash of displeasure in his eyes, and continued to play with stones.

Luo Chuan smiled faintly and spread his hands: "Mr. Mo, you see my disciple is so stupid, just give him something, maybe he will be happy and not stupid anymore."

Mr. Mo felt more and more uneasy, took a deep breath, took out a silver-white flying sword from the storage ring, and forced a smile: "This sword is in the middle of the second grade, and it is forged from Tianhai copper mud..."

Before he finished speaking, Li'er suddenly reached out and grabbed the flying sword, with a smile on his face.

"It seems that your disciple likes flying swords. Haha, Luo Shoushou, let's not beat around the bush. The money has been given, and the gifts have been sent. Now Luo Shoushou should hand Bo Taiyi over to Mo." Mr. Mo said.

Luo Chuan secretly glared at Li'er, who still had a silly smile on his face, as if he didn't notice Luo Chuan's displeasure.

According to Luo Chuan's original plan, if Li'er didn't say anything, he would keep asking, and he would have to ask Mr. Mo for a few more magic weapons before he stopped. Li'er was obviously angry that Luo Chuan called him a fool and deliberately tripped him up.

However, the main event has not started yet, and these treasures are just extras, so Luo Chuan doesn't think it's a pity.

"What did Mr. Mo say just now?" Luo Chuan frowned and asked, "What Bo Taiyi?"

Mr. Mo was startled, and a strong sense of foreboding arose in his heart. A smile appeared on his face and he said, "Master Luo, don't joke. In the previous transaction, I exchanged 800 million Saint Yuan coins for Bo Taiyi. Master Luo, you won't deny it, right?"

"But Bo Taiyi is not with me." Luo Chuan said in surprise.

"You..." Mr. Mo pointed at Luo Chuan, his face was extremely ugly, and the thing he was most worried about still happened.

"Luo Chuan, do you really want to deny it? You swore an oath!" Mr. Mo said with a red face.

"Oh? I thought you were here to ask for Zhao Ruyu on behalf of Yu Youdong. I was just joking about the 10 billion, but I didn't expect Mr. Mo to take it seriously." Luo Chuan looked at Mr. Mo with a complicated expression, as if he was looking at a fool: "Brother Zhao's injury has healed. I was originally going to send Brother Zhao away. Mr. Mo is willing to pay 800 million for the medicine and gave so many gifts. I don't know what to say. I can only refuse it disrespectfully."

The brothers of the cannon fodder camp on the side laughed and looked at Mr. Mo mockingly.

Mr. Mo's face was pale. At this moment, he finally understood the mood of Mr. Yu when he vomited blood at the night banquet.

He had never seen such an unreasonable person, let alone someone who dared to blackmail Tianbao Hall openly. Luo Chuan was simply too crazy.

"If it doesn't work, you can take my disciple away as a gift. It can be seen that Li'er likes you very much." Luo Chuan looked at Li'er with a smile, and saw that Li'er's hand holding the flying sword trembled slightly, and then returned to calm.

"What do I need a fool for! Luo Chuan! You are so arrogant!"

Mr. Mo finally couldn't bear it anymore. He could tolerate being teased by Luo Chuan, but losing 800 million Saint Yuan coins was like killing him.

"Arrogant? When you refused to let me in that day to curry favor with the Immortal Professional Alliance, didn't you think about the consequences?"

Mr. Mo heard Luo Chuan's secret voice transmission in his ears. He looked up and looked at Luo Chuan, who was mocking him. He felt a deep chill in his heart.

He no longer hesitated and quickly pinched the seal. A divine aura flew out of his palm and flew towards Tianbao Hall.

A brother in the cannon fodder camp subconsciously wanted to stop him, but was stopped by Luo Chuan's eyes.

"Luo Chuan, since you are obsessed with money, don't blame me. When all the Taoist friends come, I will see how you end it." Mr. Mo said with a sullen face.

"It's your business if you like to give away money for free. Anyway, Bo Taiyi is not here. It would be great if there were more kind people like Mr. Mo in the world." Luo Chuan said with a faint smile.

"You..." Mr. Mo's body shook, a mouthful of blood rolled in his throat, and he swallowed it hard, took a deep breath and said: "These words, fellow Taoists are here, you can explain them slowly. I want to see who will believe it."

As soon as Mr. Mo finished speaking, the sound of breaking through the sky came.

The night was cut into lines, the silver moon lost its color, and the starlight was cold. In an instant, hundreds of cultivators with profound auras flew into the Taoist Mansion, and outside the Taoist Mansion, there were also tens of thousands of cultivators gathered, and the long street was blocked.

For a time, the secluded Taoist Mansion where Luo Chuan was located became the center of the entire Yingxian City.

Zhao Ruyu looked thoughtful, and Wang Jue secretly exchanged glances with Kong Dongshan, both of them were worried. But when their eyes fell on the cannon fodder camp, they found that the 216 cannon fodder camp monks were calm and composed, and many of them showed a hint of excitement in their eyes, but they were not worried.

Pah pah pah... Luo Chuan's silly apprentice was even more interested in hitting the flying sword with a stone. In a blink of an eye, the flying sword was actually smashed into a gap.

Wang Jue and Kong Dongshan looked at Li'er at the same time, with a flash of surprise in their eyes, but soon, their attention was focused on the high-level forces in the hall.

Those who come with bad intentions will not come with good intentions. Luo Chuan's secret has been exposed. If Bo Taiyi is not handed over, I am afraid that the entire cannon fodder camp will be destroyed.

Wang Jue and Kong Dongshan couldn't figure out why the cannon fodder camp monks were still so calm. Are they really not afraid of death, or even in the face of such a situation, they are still full of confidence in their boss?

In the center of the hall, Luo Chuan slowly raised his head, his eyes swept over the masters of the realm of the heavens, and even the second emperor level, and a playful smile appeared on his face.

"Fellow Taoists, you have come here uninvited. What are you doing here? I am very poor and I don't have any wine and food to entertain you."

"Hahaha... Luo Chuan, are you still pretending to be crazy? Your secret has been known to us, so there is no need to pretend anymore... Hurry up and hand over Bo Taiyi!" Yu Youdong stepped forward and sneered.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Prince Yu? How do I know where Bo Taiyi is? Wang Hu, show me away!"

Luo Chuan turned around with a cold face. (To be continued...)