Urban Madness

Early the next morning, Ye Fan came to the old man Fuxi's room.

"Old man, is there any extra in your fairyland? Let me use it."

Ye Fan sat at Fuxi's table and looked at him.

"You want to be beautiful! What is that fairy soil, do you think it is ordinary mud! Also, roll off my table!"

Fuxi looked at Ye Fan with a beard.

"There are no extra stools in your room. I don't have a table, so can I have a ceiling?"

Ye Fan asked roguely.

"Where do you like to sit? Don't sit on my table anyway!"

The old man Fuxi cursed and waved his hand, and a chair appeared next to him.

When Ye Fan saw the chair, he lazily jumped off the table and sat on the chair.

"Old man, I didn't joking with you, talking about business, is there any extra fairyland?"

Although Ye Fan still didn't look right in the chair, his tone became serious.

"Let's talk about it, what the **** are you going to do?"

Fuxi sorted out the table that was messed up by Ye Fan, glanced at him, and asked.

"Nature is useful."

Ye Fan pretended to be profound.

He didn't believe that the old man Fuxi didn't know what he wanted to do.

"This fairy soil is a good treasure. I didn't get it until the old man used a lot of energy, but now I just let you take it away?"

Fuxi glanced at Ye Fan.

There were a few black lines hanging on Ye Fan's forehead, and he knew that this old man was not very kind, because he was waiting for him here.

However, Ye Fan had already thought that the old man would come to this set, and he had made preparations early.

"A medium-grade immortal implement, plus five yuan-gathering pills, five spirit beast pills, and five spirit treasure pills."

He raised his eyebrows and gave his terms.

However, Ye Fan still kept a hand and didn't put everything he had prepared in front of Fuxi.

The things he took out were only half of everything after discussing with Di Jiang.

As Ye Fan expected, Fuxi shook her head.

"Do you think my fairy soil is tattered? Just something like this!"

Ye Fan waited for him.

"Old man, don't go too far. This medicine is made by candle nine Yin, one is stronger than two."

Fuxi stared back unwillingly.

"Are you stupid when you are an old man? Is the medicine made by that little candle dragon that human monks can eat?"

After all, he crouched and stood in front of Ye Fan.

"Boy, get some practical things out, or I can drive people out!"

Ye Fan looked at the old man for a while and suddenly laughed.

"Old man!"

He deliberately pulled the ending very long.

"Do you think you have the ability to drive me away?"

The old man became anxious, and piled all the things on the table in Ye Fan's arms.

"Go ahead, get out of here for the old man!"

The moment everything was stuffed into his arms, Ye Fan was a little stunned, and then he quickly reacted and put everything in his arms on the table, and then quickly ran away.

"Old man, I'm not taking advantage of you in vain. I don't want to give you a lot of things. Let's go!"

After running out of the old man's room, Ye Fan stuffed the things in his arms and chuckled.

"It's really a twisted old man, I don't know if I have something to say."

The old man looked at what Ye Fan had left for him, and the anger on his face disappeared. He shook his head with a chuckle and opened the medicine bottle.