One thousand four hundred seven, strong
The middle-aged monk walked into the room, walked to the chair and sat down, took out the level 6 thunder and fire talisman and looked at it, "The two young people don't know if this is a thunder and fire talisman. If they knew, their identities should not be simple. However, they can't even pay for the house, so they shouldn't be someone with status."
Thinking that Feng Yuqing had just brought out a bottle of pills, the middle-aged monk frowned, "We should see what pills are in the jade bottle. Will it be like this talisman, which is a rare pill."
Thinking of this, the middle-aged monk could no longer sit still, so he stood up and walked outside. He wanted to find the brother and brother and ask them to buy the bottle of pills.
Feng Yuqing and Feng Yuhua had just finished their meal and were about to enter the practice when they heard the door being knocked.
"Can it be the master and the others come?" Feng Yuhua happily walked up to open the door. When he saw the person outside the door, he was stunned for a moment, "Do you have something to do with us?" He recognized that the other party was the middle-aged monk who had just bought their talismans.
"Can I go in and chat with you for a while?" asked the middle-aged monk.
"Yes." Feng Yuhua nodded. The other party's cultivation level was much higher than theirs at first glance. In this world where the strong are respected, it is best for low-level monks not to offend cultivators with higher cultivation levels than theirs, otherwise they might cause death.
The middle-aged monk walked into the room and sat down at the table, "I came here to ask you the bottle of pills I bought before." He directly expressed his purpose.
Feng Yuqing and Feng Yuhua were stunned for a moment, and Feng Yuhua said, "But we don't want to sell elixirs." When the master and the others come, they should have followed the master and the others. They had no choice but to sell the talismans before.
"Can you show me the bottle of pill?" the middle-aged monk asked, releasing a trace of pressure.
Feng Yuqing frowned and shook her head, "Sorry." What she hates the most is this kind of person, but it's a pity that her strength is not as strong as others.
The middle-aged monk snorted coldly, "I have helped you before, but I didn't expect you to be such an ungrateful person."
"You helped us, but you also took a big advantage. We are not worthy of each other." Feng Yuqing said indifferently. Although she didn't know how to make talismans, she also knew what the level 6 thunder and fire talisman meant.
Feng Yuhua reached out and pulled Feng Yuqing's sleeve. He didn't like the other party's strong attitude, but their current strength was weaker than the other party.
The middle-aged monk's face darkened and he said coldly: "Don't anger me, it will not do you." He said to them angrily, "They don't take it seriously, so don't blame him for using it."
"It is not good for you to threaten us." Feng Yuqing met the middle-aged monk with a tough attitude. She also had the talisman given to her by her master. If the other party wanted to hurt them, she would throw it directly with the talisman.
"Bang!" The middle-aged monk slapped the table and stood up, his aura was released, and he pressed towards the Feng family siblings. Since they did not toast, don't blame him for being rude. He has been in the Hengtian Realm for so long and has never been insulted by any low-level monk like this. Today he must teach them a lesson.
Before Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan could walk to Feng Yuqing and his room, they felt a momentum and released from Feng Yuqing and his room.
I knew that the Feng siblings must have encountered trouble, so I speeded up and walked towards Feng Yuqing and his room.
Chapter completed!