Chapter 567

"Why pay back?" Yan Qingyang opens the curtain and looks at Mo hang with a smile.

"You just sold one of our ten thousand pieces of Lingshi, and now you sell another hundred pieces of Lingshi. What do you mean?" Mo hang was so angry that he almost poked his finger into Yan Qingyang's nose and trembled with anger.

"I can sell my own things at whatever price I want. Can you manage it?" Yan Qingyang's face was cold. He pushed away Mo Hang's fingers and said in a cold voice.

Then she pushed Yun Lele with her hand: "continue to sell!"

"Don't sell it!" Mo hang was so angry that he said, "if you want to sell, I'll buy the rest! A total of 30 pieces of immortal stone, right? I want all of them! "

Mo hang threw out thirty grade immortal stones. His eyes were red with anger. Just now, they bought one of ten thousand grade immortal stones. But now, he can buy thirty grade immortal stones.

Just think about it, his heart will explode.

Yan Qingyang kicked away his thirty grade immortal stone, raised his hand to stop him, and said coldly, "Mo hang, you already have Linghu. What else do you want to do? Do you have to leave some way for other Taoist friends? "

When Yan Qingyang said "leave some way to live", he bit hard and raised his eyes to scan the eager people.

Sure enough, many friars waiting to buy Linghu exploded immediately.

"Mo hang, you already have Linghu. What else do you want to buy? Don't you mean to embarrass us? "

"That's right. It's selfish. Yan Yunqing sold it to us. What are you doing? You're afraid we'll finish the job, aren't you? "

"Go away, don't delay us to buy Linghu!"

"You," Mo hang said. If he didn't see Yan Qingyang aiming at him at this time, he would be stupid.

Mo hang was furious and yelled at Yan Qingyang: "either return my immortal stone, or don't sell any of them!"

Now, without waiting for Yan Qingyang to speak, the other friars had already opened their arms one after another.

"Yell, Mo hang, it's so overbearing. Is the temple of heaven devil your home?"

"Is, so arrogant, don't know that you are not the little Lord of Lingbao sect, but the little Lord of Tianmo hall!"

"Lingbaozong is nothing

The crowd was even more discontented. They were all the best in other places. Who would be angry with Mo hang? The scene immediately became chaotic. Some even stepped on Mo Hang's feet and pushed him.

At this time, in a noisy situation, yunlele has already sold several Linghu.

Mo Hang's eyes were red with anger, and they were about to snatch. The friars were not allowed to snatch. A dozen of them stopped them spontaneously. The swords were facing each other, and they were about to fight.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Zhang let out a big drink and came in.

Yan Qingyang motioned Yun Lele to continue trading, went forward and talked to Zhang about the matter, and finally said: "I worked very hard to get Linghu. I spent a lot of immortal stones to get Linghu, so I wanted to sell it to earn some money. I didn't expect that Mo hangdaoyou wanted to rob it!"

"What do you mean when you sell me a stone of ten thousand immortals and sell them a stone of one hundred immortals?" Mo hang cried with a green face.

Yan Qingyang looked at Mo hang in embarrassment and sighed: "Mo Daoyou, you are the son of the master of Lingbao sect. You have rich wealth. Can you afford that price, but other Daoyou can't? The task ends immediately. Linghu is useless soon. Of course, I have to sell it at a low price. In the transaction, isn't it normal to raise or lower the price according to the situation? "

"That's right. Can Mo Daoyou care how others sell things?"

"Mo hang, when you go to a magic weapon store or a private transaction, which material has a fixed price? Don't they all adjust according to inventory and supply and demand? "

"Yes, when you buy a material, can you wait for the price to be reduced to get a refund? Isn't that a joke? "

The rest of the monks supported Yan Qingyang one after another. At this time, they already had a Linghu in their hands. They started to fight against Mo hang.

They are very grateful to Yan Qingyang. It was a surprise that Yan Qingyang was able to sell them Linghu, not to mention that he gave them such a low price, which was almost free. People's favor for Yan Qingyang soared. In contrast, Mo hang selfishly took one more refining drawing. Just now he stopped Yan Qingyang from selling them Linghu, which made them have no good impression on Mo hang.

After hearing this, Zhang Zhang didn't comment on anything, but his face sank: "don't you hurry to refine Yin Yang julinghu? What are you doing here? Time is running out! "

Then the crowd remembered and scattered.

Zhang Zhang turned and left.

Yan Qingyang grabs Xianshi bag and yunlele and goes back to the room.

Once back in the room, yunlele looks at Yan Qingyang with deep meaning. Seeing that her curtain is still open, yunlele thinks about it, and suddenly says with a smile on her face: "ah, younger martial sister Yan, I think you're pretty good to see now!"

Yan Qingyang waved out his water mirror, looked at his miserable face and broke it. He squinted at Yun Lele and said, "Brother Yun, don't you feel bad when you say this?"

Yun Lele shook his body with a smile: "I'm really afraid of you. Didn't Mo hang say that you were ugly once? You were so cruel to him!" Yan Qingyang smiles and doesn't speak, and doesn't intend to reveal her grudge with Mo hang. Yun Lele thought about it and sighed: "well, this time you sold the Linghu, they can complete the task. Our task is in vain, and you sold it to them at such a low price. Why? Do you want to be angry Yan Qingyang said with a smile: "elder martial Brother Yun, the 38 people here are not simple. They can be regarded as the top figures of the young generation in Qingyun circle and even the nearby circles. Many of them have extraordinary backgrounds. Do you think... I did it right?" Yun Lele nodded and gave Yan Qingyang a thumbs up“ And... "Yan Qingyang blinked cunningly," I'm not at a loss. I've earned so many immortal stones from several people of Mo hang. It's enough! "“ Yes, wonderful Yun Lele clapped his hands, "this feeling is that Mo Hang is paying you to make friends with these talented people! Mo hang was miserable. He had a big blood loss and offended so many people! " Thinking about this, Yun Lele can't help shivering. He carefully looked at Yan Qingyang's face and said with a smile: "ah, younger martial sister Yan, I really think your face is pretty good to see..." Yan Qingyang looked at Yun Lele's exaggerated appearance and couldn't laugh or cry. He directly hit him with an immortal stone bag. On the other side, Mo hang angrily takes Yan ruling and others back to the room. He held a big breath, at this time, time is urgent, also too late to think, quickly refined five Linghu handed in. When he finished making Linghu, Mo hang calmed down and took a rest. At this time, Mo Hang's breath is still in his heart, which makes him almost crazy. Fifty thousand immortal stones are not a small number. The most important thing is that he feels fooled by Yan Qingyang. This kind of feeling is too oppressive! What they are rich in wealth, what Linghu is almost useless and must be sold at a low price, Yan Qingyang is aiming at him, aiming at them! Mo hang gritted his teeth and hated Yan Qingyang to the bone. Mo hang stood there sulking with a blue face. Yan ruling came over and said, "brother Mo hang..."