Immortal World Supplier

"Zhongtian, why don't we wait? I don't believe that Fang Qi is so stupid... He insists on opening a market that he knows he will lose?"

Relatively speaking, Wei Yunfeng does not have such a strong sense of adventure. From his point of view, stability must be the first priority.

You don't need to make money, but you can't lose too much!

Haishamen has already lost more than one billion yuan just now, and it cannot continue like this.

"Father, don't you want to pay back your money! We Haishamen believe too much in the fighting power of Utopian monks, so we are tricked one after another!"

"Just trust me this time... I guarantee, I dare to guarantee, that Zhang Tian will lose! Our Haishamen can also take advantage of this opportunity to rise directly!"

"You only need to invest one billion... What you will get back is 10 billion spirit stones! Do we, Haishamen, want anything at that time? Why compete with these beggars for a huge mine of spirit stones? It's a shame!"

Wei Zhongtian tugged Wei Yunfeng's arm, his aura of a gambler was undoubtedly revealed.

"One billion...one billion...I'll think about it again..." Wei Yunfeng opened his mouth, still unable to make up his mind...

"Father, if you don't vote, I'm going to die right now... Anyway, you don't believe me, and I may be meaningless in this world... My life is in darkness... I don't want to live anymore..."

Wei Zhongtian took out the flying sword and slashed towards his head. In order to be more realistic, he directly pierced his face, and immediately blood flowed all over the ground...

"Vote! Vote... Zhongtian, don't do stupid things!"

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Xiaoyaomen.

Today's Xiaoyaomen seems a little cold, and the previous collapse drained all their energy.

Zhao Renhao, the master of Xiaoyaomen, hadn't smiled for a long time. He just stared at Utopia's territory, and the hatred in his eyes was very obvious.

Zhao Wuji, the young master of the Xiaoyaomen, is like a lion in heat at this moment, the two rows of teeth began to collide violently, making a creaking sound...it was very obvious.

Those disciples of Xiaoyaomen dare not speak big words now, even when they breathe... they must pay special attention, lest they offend the two father and son, and then directly end them.

The body of Yang Xiao, the deputy head of the Xiaoyaomen, is there...a warning to everyone.

In fact, if someone is really going to die, these disciples will not have such a reaction... The most important thing is the process of Yang Xiao, the former deputy leader of Xiaoyaomen, from birth to death.

He was hanged by Zhao Wuji and his son with precious elixir forcibly, and he died after cutting thousands of knives with a small dagger...

Every time it is cut, some minced meat will fall out, and then some spiritual salt will be sprinkled on it for preliminary curing...

The blood and the spiritual salt are in contact... the pain that touches the bone is unbearable for most people...

"Zhao Renhao! You are a thousand swordsmen! Zao Wou-ki! Your grandma who has been bullying you for eight lifetimes... ah..."

This was Yang Xiao's last cry of pain.

Ever since the accident, he had been pretending to be crazy and foolish, trying to escape himself in this way, but the facts proved...he didn't escape...his life is still tragic.

The disciples of the Xiaoyaomen who had seen the death process of Yang Xiao, the deputy leader of the Xiaoyaomen, felt cold at this moment, and they were cautious in everything they did.

Both the sect master and the young sect master have become perverted!

Zhao Wuji's hatred for Fang Qi has been raised to an extreme point, as for Zhao Renhao... As long as he thinks of that Daoist scripture, his heart will tremble with distress!