The glow of sunset towards Longji Mountain.
It lasted for half an hour and then gradually disappeared.
In Fengcheng, countless powerful men rose into the sky.
Heading towards Dragon Ridge Mountain.
This kind of rare treasure has no owner.
Whoever is lucky enough to find it first and gain its approval will own it!
certainly.
The prerequisite is that you have a certain level of strength, enough to hold on to this opportunity.
Robbery on the road, murder and robbing of treasures are common occurrences!
Yang Fan sent Li Fei home and quickly ran to Wang Fugui Material Store to buy materials.
His two top-grade puppets.
I destroyed one of them when I was fighting with those grandsons of Dahe Chu.
The last one left was also missing arms and legs.
Combat effectiveness has dropped sharply.
He needs to find some materials to fix it!
After all, the Tianpin puppet is his life-saving money, so he cannot be careless.
Repairing a puppet is much easier than refining it.
the next day.
Yang Fan got a few bottles of Moutai and went to the Immortal Cultivation Association to visit Mr. Tang.
"Mr. Tang, I'm here to visit you."
"Oh my! The sun is rising from the west, and you little bastard actually came to visit me?"
Mr. Tang lay lazily on the chair, his eyelids slightly open, with a mocking look on his face.
"Mr. Tang, look at what you're saying. I've already considered you my grandfather. It's normal for me to come visit you often."
"Look what goodies I brought you. Don't call me stingy. I'm never stingy when it comes to things I do!"
Yang Fan yelled in dissatisfaction.
As he spoke, he took out several bottles of Moutai liquor from his storage ring.
"What can I see? Moutai?"
"Boy, you are not lying to me, are you?"
"I heard that a lot of Moutai sold nowadays is diluted with water."
Old Tang jumped up from the recliner and snatched the Moutai from Yang Fan's hand.
That’s what we say.
He couldn't hide his happiness at all.
Yang Fan looked at his smiling face and felt emotional.
This old guy, he doesn’t even want to find a companion after he’s been here for a hundred years?
It's so boring to sleep here every day.
If that's not possible, I'll just dance square dance with those aunties in the city at night.
Yang Fan had a few words with Mr. Tang.
Explain your purpose.
"Boy, the rare treasures in Fengcheng have just been unearthed. There are all kinds of people here."
"I don't recommend you rush out of the city to train now. Why don't you wait until after this period of time?"
When Mr. Tang heard that Yang Fan was going out of the city for training, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
Yang Fan shook his head and said, "As the ancients said, heroes emerge from chaos! Besides, you said before that the appearance of this rare treasure is a great opportunity for me."
"If you're really worried about my safety, why don't you give me three immortal or divine treasures to save my life?"
Yang Fan smiled shyly and flatteringly, rubbed his hands, and looked at Mr. Tang expectantly.
"Well, you little bastard, I was wondering why you suddenly came to give me Maotai, are you trying to trick me into giving you my magic weapon?"
"You have three immortal and divine treasures. Why don't you go to heaven? If I had immortal and divine treasures, would they be here guarding the gate?"
Mr. Tang’s face froze and he became furious.
He was so angry that he almost jumped up and down and cursed, and returned several bottles of Moutai to Yang Fan.
"Forget it if you don't have any. I was just asking casually."
"Alas, I was thinking about you when you are old and want to see you off to the end."
Yang Fan waved his hand and sighed.
Pretend to walk out.
"You little bastard, come here!"
"Mr. Mo, have you thought it through? Are you going to give me three immortal artifacts?"
"I figured it out! The Immortal Realm doesn't have one! The Acquired Spirit Realm has one, whether you want it or not!"
"Yes, yes, yes! As long as it's given by you, Mr. Mo, I want it, not only the spirit tree, but even my underwear!"
Yang Fan was extremely excited!
These bottles of Moutai were not given away in vain.
Old Tang's face darkened, and with a look of pain, he took out a purple heavy sword from his storage ring and threw it to Yang Fan.
Yang Fan stretched his neck, wanting to see what was in his storage ring.
As a result, he hasn't watched it yet.
Mr. Tang kicked him on the butt and yelled at him, "Get your things and get out of here!"
"Let's go! I'll come back next time if my magic weapon breaks down!"
Yang Fan was not angry. He just ran away carrying the cool purple sword.
"Still coming?! You little bastard, don't run away! I'll break your legs today!"
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