"I am!"
Although Wang Bo was somewhat disgusted by the other party's attitude, he still said truthfully: "You want to see me?"
"good!"
The old man nodded, and then stretched out his hand to stroke his pale beard, and said proudly: "I am the outer sect elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, Liu Yang!"
"Wanjian Mountain?"
Wang Bo couldn't help but be a little surprised.
No wonder Li Huizhen said in the letter that he was a big shot, he really had a great background.
Wanjian Mountain does not belong to the Beichuan territory, but its reputation is far-reaching and its power is feared by all.
As long as the cultivators come from this force, their status and position are superior to others. No matter where they go, all forces will give them some ground.
"Humph, you're really arrogant. You actually made me wait for you for several days!"
Liu Yang waved his sleeves and said impatiently, "But I heard from Baili Huang that you went to participate in the Tianshan Dao Conference. Something really delayed you. I can let it go."
"but……"
He changed the subject and said, "Since you are here now, please quickly refine the Chongmai Pill for me. I need to use it to save people!"
"If you keep delaying and delay the person I want to save, you won't be able to pay for it even if you have ten lives!"
Hearing this, Wang Bo's eyes turned cold.
He asked me for the elixir and even threatened me?
It seemed as if being able to refine pills for this old bastard was a supreme honor for all alchemists.
What kind of weird logic is this?
Even though Liu Yang came from Wanjian Mountain and his status and position were indeed extraordinary, he was still too arrogant and rude.
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