Heaven Reward and Punishment Group

Chapter 667

Wang Hongda nodded: "It's just a little money."

Mr. Qi shook his head angrily, and clicked his mouth: "Oh, this is not a small loss."

Wang Hongda always looked calm: "It's just a little money."

Wang Hongda always looked calm, and Mr. Qi also spoke softly, but Wang Jiarui always felt that the two of them were shrouded in murderous intent.

Mr. Qi and Wang Hongda looked at each other, and suddenly tilted their heads and smiled: "You said it's a coincidence, my family is also in the nursery business, and I also planted some roses. If you don't sell these flowers, then, maybe, I might just buy them." I'm going to take your order."

Wang Jiarui heard what Mr. Qi said, understood what was going on, immediately turned around and glared at Mr. Qi, thinking: So you are the one who did it, how dare you go up the mountain to provoke me?
Wang Hongda was not angry, and replied with a smile: "It doesn't matter, anyway, if I want to plant another batch in this flower garden, it may have to wait until winter to mature."

Mr. Qi nodded: "Yes, it's really a pity."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Qi hummed a ditty, shook his head and went down the mountain.

Wang Jiarui pointed at Mr. Qi's back, gritted his teeth and said, "It's him, he must have done it. Teacher, why don't you teach him a lesson?"

Wang Hongda grinned: "Treat him with his own way, I wonder what his expression will be when he returns to the flower garden."

Wang Jiarui looked at Wang Hongda suspiciously, Wang Hongda smiled, stretched out his hand to show the wooden book, and looked it up, and then Wang Hongda arrested the Qingji Spear that Xu Hui was practicing in the Taoist temple, and it fell into his hand and turned into a pen.

Wang Hongda picked up the green spear and drew a picture on the wooden book, saying: "Let's go up the mountain."

Mr. Qi returned to his flower garden happily, and found that the color inside was a bit wrong through the plastic greenhouse.

He frowned, with an ominous premonition in his heart, opened the door curtain and rushed in to take a look, took a deep breath, and almost fainted.

"Grass! Grass! Grass!"

Mr. Qi cursed three times and took a closer look. In the flower garden shed, even a single grass had withered and turned yellow.

Mr. Qi's situation is different from Wang Hongda's. Wang Hongda's flower seeds are taken from wooden books, and the cost is zero.

But Mr. Qi's flower seeds were bought at a high price, and the greenhouse and labor are all an investment. Mr. Qi also used his own power to cultivate the flower seeds and seedlings, which can be said to have cost a lot of money.

This Mr. Qi actually only remembered it under the inspiration of Li Hongyang and Wang Hongda. He also practiced wood magic, so why not make a fortune from it, but he is too greedy, and he wants to be the only one in Linhai who cultivates champagne roses and other precious flower species Wang Hongda naturally became a thorn in his side as a supplier.

Unexpectedly, Wang Hongda destroyed all his greenhouses in a flash, and his dream of getting rich was shattered.

Moreover, Mr. Qi didn't know who he had provoked or how much trouble he had caused. He only knew from Li Hongyang that there was a Taoist priest in Dongxing Mountain. He didn't even know that this Taoist priest was Wang Hongda, nor did he know that Wang Hongda But the vice president of the Linhai Folklore Affairs Association.

Mr. Qi inspected the withered and yellow roses that could no longer die with distress, his whole body was trembling: "Ah!——You are finished!"

Wang Hongda sat upright on Dongxing Mountain. At noon, Mr. Qi took two people older than himself and swaggered up Dongxing Mountain.

The Zhuangyuanhongs all over Dongxing Mountain were Wang Hongda's eyes and ears. As soon as the three of them stepped on the first step, Wang Hongda woke up in meditation in the lobby.

"Wang Xuesong? Someone is coming to fight, tell everyone to get ready."

Wang Hongda brought a few students to the outside of the mountain gate, just in time to meet Mr. Qi and the three of them.

When Mr. Qi saw Wang Hongda, he pointed at him and cursed, "You broke the flowers in my garden?"

Wang Hongda smiled and spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head: "Where does this start? I never go down the mountain every day when I travel east."

Mr. Qi retorted: "When you came down from your mountain and returned to my flower garden, all the flowers withered. Is this a coincidence?"

Wang Hongda tilted his head and pretended to be unreasonable: "It's a coincidence, let's not talk about it. Speaking of it, you said that all the flowers in my flower garden died, and then you came up the mountain. Do you think it's a coincidence?"

Mr. Qi gritted his teeth: "There can only be one precious flower cultivation base in Linhai, and that is our home!"

Wang Hongda shrugged: "I'm planting flowers on my own mountain, and you can handle it?"

Mr. Qi showed a vine, took a step forward, and said: "Stop talking nonsense, you must walk through a match with me today, and the winner will be determined, so that you can know that our vitality door is the authentic one!"

Hearing what Mr. Qi said, Wang Hongda raised his eyebrows and thought to himself: Oh, so that's the case. This matter is not just as simple as a flower garden. This Mr. Qi is also a practitioner of wooden magic, and he and Wang Hongda are in the same company. Compete for a high and low.

Wang Hongda couldn't help but snorted coldly, disdainful in his heart: Hmph, haven't you heard that there is a Wood Immortal Gate in Linhai, which is the authentic wood school?
Seeing Mr. Qi lighting up his weapon, Wang Xuesong couldn't hold back. He showed his Feiquan pestle, rushed up and fought with Mr. Qi, and shouted: "Come to fight in front of my Muxianmen Mountain? Look at the trick!"

Wang Xuesong controlled the Feiquan pestle to come and go freely, and it was very powerful. Mr. Qi's vines were at a disadvantage against him, and he was beaten back and forth.

Seeing this, Wang Xuesong took a step back and taunted him, "That's the way of the Vitality Sect?"

Mr. Qi sneered, picked up the vine in his hand, and chanted a spell in his mouth. Immediately, green light began to emerge from the vine.

"Qi Hongjing of the Vitality Gate, dare to ask for his name!"

Wang Xuesong put away his gun and stood upright, with a heroic posture: "Wang Xuesong, the great disciple of the Wooden Immortal Sect!"

After finishing speaking, the two fought together again. Wang Xuesong controlled the Feiquan pestle and began to attack, aiming at Qi Hongjing's head. Qi Hongjing was forced to use vines to resist frequently. But it still held on and was not torn off.

Seeing that the plan failed, Wang Xuesong withdrew his moves, took a step back, and looked up at the Feiquan pestle suspended above his head. Only now did he realize that the silver light on the Feiquan pestle had dimmed a lot.

Wang Xuesong looked at Feiquan Chu, and then at Qi Hongjing, his face became less pretty.

Qi Hongjing grinned sinisterly and began to attack actively, waving vines to greet Wang Xuesong.

The situation was reversed in an instant, and it was Wang Xuesong's turn to retreat and be unable to parry after being beaten.

Wang Xuesong could only use the Feiquan pestle to block the vines to protect himself. After receiving a few moves, the silver light on the Feiquan pestle completely disappeared and fell to the ground.

"Hmph, I thought you had some extraordinary skills!"

Seeing this, Qi Hongjing taunted Wang Xuesong, waving the vines in his hands to wrap her around.

Wang Xuesong saw that the Feiquan pestle had fallen, and hurriedly sacrificed the water-logged cold lotus, and poured it on the vine.

The snake-like vines were frozen into popsicles in an instant, and they could not be retracted.

Qi Hongjing was amazed when he saw this: "I never imagined that there are such magical treasures in the world?"

The two people who followed Qi Hongjing also nodded slightly.

Qi Hongjing stomped his feet, and the vines began to grow and become thicker. With a bang, the covering ice shell was pushed open, and a chill was absorbed by the vines, and the green light on the vines became even stronger.

(End of this chapter)