Chapter 1072： win or lose

Zhong Limeng and his senior brothers had no clue.

Out of caution, Zhong Limeng carefully put away the storage ring.

Wei Zhenfang's words were very strange, no one would easily believe them, and Fu Haotian was always hypocritical, so everyone made a conspiracy to guard against it, and left like this.

Inner courtyard of Asgard.

Wei Zhenfang stepped into Bieyuan in high spirits, with his hands behind his back, his face was radiant.

The arrogant look made a group of old men look jealous.

However, Wei Zhenfang had fought against the eight demons of the heavenly order, and even if they felt resentful, they would not dare to show it on the surface.

The strong are respected, this is the eternal truth.

The masters can only smile on their faces and mmp in their hearts.

Wei Zhenfang became more and more proud as he walked, and went straight through the gates of several courtyards, walking steadily forward, full of aura, and there was no other scumbag in his eyes.

When he was about to enter the secret room, an old man came forward to give a salute.

"Brother Wei."

"I have already returned successfully. You have also taken the Heavenly Rank Pill to regenerate your palm. If you have nothing to do, you might as well hand over the storage bracelet and count the demon corpses. This is the current important thing."

Wei Zhenfang looked indifferently and did not answer.

Just that one glance, the old man seemed to be enveloped by invisible pressure, and there was a bit of fear in his eyes.

Wei Zhenfang looked indifferent, and his mastery became more and more natural.

He has seen through everything, and his rhetorical voice is domineering and strong.

"What? Are you teaching me what to do?"

The corners of the old man's mouth twitched, and his face turned blue and red.

What a Wei Zhenfang.

I don't know what kind of **** luck, the cultivation base has made great efforts to fight the Eight Demons, and it has only been a few days of work, and it has been specially pretended.

It's a little man's ambition!

Anger returned to anger, he could only squeeze out a smile as a gift.

"Wei, Wei Lao is joking, how dare you go beyond..."

"However, the demon corpse will be counted in three days. This is related to Master Fu's plan. You have recovered. Please hand over the storage bracelet first."

As soon as the words fell, Wei Zhenfang's face became even colder.

"Humph."

"The old man fought the Eight Demons. Can you imagine the danger? The old man has to recover for a few days, and I will talk about other things later!"

With a cold voice, the old man's thousands of words were blocked in his throat.

"Yes."

Facing such a strong Wei Zhenfang, he could only grit his teeth and leave.

Passing through several courtyard gates all the way, his face became more and more gloomy as he walked.

Finally back to the front yard lobby.

Fu Haotian, who was seated in the main seat, looked forward with anticipation, with a confident smile on his face.

"Elder Feng, how is it?"

The old man bowed slowly, his face a little embarrassed.

"Sir, Wei Zhenfang claims that he will go into seclusion, and he said it will be discussed in three days! Most of the demon corpses are in his storage bracelet. I'm afraid it will be a major disaster."

The voice fell, and the hall suddenly fell silent.

Many masters have complex expressions, and they dare not speak out against Wei Zhenfang's arrogance and anger.

Fu Haotian was generous, but nodded with a smile.

"It's okay."

"Old Wei fought against the Eight Demons, so he really needs to rest. We waited patiently for three days, and it's right. I'd like to ask Mr. Feng to go again and ask Mr. Wei how many demon corpses there are, and this young master knows exactly how many demon corpses there are."

"There is no need to rush the count, and the demon corpse is in the hands of Wei Lao, and there is no rush."

Fu Haotian was still as calm and confident, and his words showed good emotional intelligence.

It not only gives face to the people, but also shows the generosity to buy people's hearts.

The old man was grateful and left immediately.

Go to the backyard again.

Obviously his anger subsided a lot, and he stabilized his mood and made a salute to the secret room.

"Old Wei forgives the sin, the son is ordered to ask for advice, how many demon corpses are there in the storage bracelet?"

In the secret room, Wei Zhenfang was about to start adjusting his breath.

Hearing this kind of sound transmission suddenly, the annoyance of being disturbed jumped to the brows, and he just made a perfunctory statement based on his impression.

"A thousand!"

There was a sound of thanks outside the door, and he hurriedly left.

Wei Zhenfang was about to continue adjusting his breath, when suddenly a light flashed in his mind.

Yup.

There are nearly a thousand demon corpses in front of him.

If it was given to Fu Haotian, it wouldn't affect the overall situation. After all, the number of grades of the demon corpse given by the predecessors was crushed in all directions. If it was really given to Fu Haotian, at most one or two Heavenly Rank Elixir would be fetched.

If the bracelet was given to Miss Zhongli, it would be very different.

Not only did Fu Haotian lose, but he could also add to the icing on the cake. How could a mere heaven-ranked elixir be compared with Miss Zhongli's favor?

Perhaps, this matter can make the seniors even more satisfied.

If that senior is satisfied, the thousand demon corpses can be worth thousands of times.

It's clear at a glance.

The more he thought about it, the more reliable it became, Wei Zhenfang slapped his thigh.

"Yes! Three days later, all the demon corpses will be handed over to Miss Zhongli!"

Just thinking of the benefits and consequences, Wei Zhenfang was already full of smiles, and couldn't help but secretly brag, and he even became a lot easier to take care of.

The power of the avenue reverberated in the secret room, as if it really had the demeanor of a master.

at the same time.

The old man hurried back to the hall and announced the result in a loud voice.

"Sir, Old Wei still has a thousand corpses in his hands!"

When this remark came out, the masters present were all excited.

And a thousand corpses.

This in-person battle will definitely win!

Quietly exchanged glances, and everyone was smug.

Looking at the main seat, the smiles in the eyes of the old men were even stronger. Even if they were not allowed to speak, the look of anticipation was already filled with the meaning of taking credit.

Fu Haotian's eyes were bright, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned!

"it is good!"

"There are a thousand demon corpses, and the battle for personal inheritance has already been decided. This time, I went to Shuihan Star to hunt demons. All the seniors worked hard and made great contributions. After three days, this young master will become the chief disciple. I will definitely thank you!"

Hearing the promise of heavy remuneration, a group of old men clasped their fists in high spirits.

"Thank you sir!"

Compliments and flattery abound.

"My son is benevolent and generous, it is the destiny of heaven!"

"I'm waiting to congratulate Fu Gongzi that he will inherit the Cangyun Temple in the future, and his name will surely be passed down through the ages!"

"I am fortunate to serve the son, I will be lucky to wait for three lifetimes!"

"Congratulations, son!"

A burst of admiration and laughter echoed, and Bieyuan was full of joy.

Fu Haotian sat firmly on the jade chair, and the confidence in his eyes flickered like stars.