At this moment, a fat male pharmacist in a white robe hurried over. When he saw the cripple man, he raised his eyebrows, glared at him and said loudly, "What are you doing?"

"I'll hand over the herbs. Today I dug up more than 400 blood herbs, which are very good." The man replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"More than four hundred plants?" The fat man sneered, and four thin male pharmacists walked out behind him. He pulled a male pharmacist and pointed to the nose of the cripple man and cursed, "You can see clearly. People dig more than two thousand medicinal materials a day, but you only have more than four hundred plants a day. Do you don't want to do it anymore?"

"I've dug better than them!" The lame man straightened his chest and looked into the fat man's eyes.

The fat man has few eyebrows, only a faint touch, and a greasy big face filled with anger, which looks particularly distorted.

But when this lame man looked closely, he was not old-fashioned, but had a sense of student.

Zhao Sen looked at the lame boy and looked at the fat man again. The fat man's fat arms kept trembling.

A gloomy pharmacist walked out from behind the fat man. He looked at the lame boy and said, "Better than us? Then why did the failure rate be as high as 80% when we were making medicine?"

"That's not my medicinal materials problem! It's possible that you are not good at your skills and the medicinal materials are mixed!" The lame boy retorted.

"Your medicinal materials are not good, so why do you blame those of us who collect herbs for any problems?" The fat man's eyes narrowed slightly, and anger rose.

"I'm telling the truth. I dig every herb very seriously, rather than just stooping it!"

"I cnmlgb! The president has prepared a lot of gold shovels for you. Do you think we have a problem? OK, our little temple can't keep you, the great god, get out!" The fat man was swearing, without any mercy, and kicked the cripple boy at the basket placed on the steps.

The basket full of blood grass fruit turned around in a circle. With a puff, all the blood grass fruits fell on the ground, in a thick pile. The fat man jumped high and jumped hard on the blood grass fruit, cursing constantly, "I call you arrogant, call you arrogant!"

Puff puff puff puff puff...

The blood grass fruit was trampled into red juice by the fat man. The lame boy stepped down from the stairs and stared at the fat man with hatred eyes.

At this moment, one hand was held onto the fat man's shoulder. The fat man was stunned and turned around.

"Stop stepping."

A cold voice came, and behind the fat man, there was a man standing. The man's eyes were very cold, as if there was no joy or sorrow. He looked at the fat man with a slight voice, "I asked him to do this."

The fat man was slightly stunned. He looked at the man behind him, his voice raised octaves and said, "Feixiang, I advise you to dig your medicine well and be your medicine. Don't follow us to mess around with nonsense!"

"I will only say it once, don't bully others, you are not a good thing either." The pharmacist named Feixiang looked at the fat man coldly, preparing to help the lame boy's medicine basket.

"Oh? Do you dare to object to my order?" The fat man raised his feet and was about to kick the lame boy's medicine basket, and kept cursing, "You care!"

Feixiang glanced at the fat man, stretched out one foot, and kicked the fat man's butt.

thump.

The fat man's center of gravity was unstable and fell directly from the steps. His big face fell straight on the blood grass fruit juice that he had broken, dyeing his robe red. The players around him burst into laughter when they saw this.

"Look at it, be careful, I'll kill you, get out!" Several pharmacists next to the fat man rushed over, helped him, and stared at the players watching around him.

In addition to being a big bromine, the fat man shone his face with his sleeve and cursed at Feixiang, "I really don't want to rebel! Get out of here too! Don't think that the boss of the Crazy Soul appreciates you, so you will be proud! Isn't he just a talent with his own talent? I won't keep you, see where you go!"

The Feixiang ignored the fat man's dirty words, and slowly picked up the medicine basket on the ground and handed it to the cripple boy.

"Give him all the things!" The fat man waved his hand, and several pharmacists behind him rushed to the pharmacist hall, picked up some hoe baskets and threw them at Feixiang. The fat man hummed his nose, threw out a few copper coins, and walked into the pharmacist hall with the flattering pharmacists.

The lame boy glanced at Feixiang deeply and said, "Thank you," and then silently packed up the things on the ground.

"What a brotherly love, hey, it's not a broken sleeve!" The fat man's obscene laughter came from the pharmacist hall, and Feixiang cleaned up the things on the ground without saying a word.

"The pharmacist did a great job, but it was too pitiful. If you don't have a guild to support your life profession, then this game will be ruined." Several players around you couldn't watch it and were talking rustling.

A trace of splendor flashed in Zhao Sen's eyes, and he had a little impression of the flying.

This Feixiang in his previous life was one of the most advanced pharmaceutical experts, and many of the advanced medicines on the market were written by him.

At that time, Demon-killing Aoxue was still raising him, and hundreds of players digging medicinal materials served him. The potion he made was a unique and lonely product.

He made great contributions in the fortress battle and guild battles that kill demons and blood.

At the same time, Feixiang only believed in the truth. Many people spent a lot of money to poach him, but he refused it at once, which shows his loyalty. However, at this time, Feixiang was just an ordinary low-level pharmacist.

In my previous life, it seemed that the Crazy Soul personally invited Feixiang back a month later. Feixiang received great attention and later became a dragon.

"The things in the previous life are somewhat different from this life. If you meet Feixiang, you don't know if it will be beneficial to you." Zhao Sen thought to himself that the reason why Feixiang was able to succeed was inseparable from the vigorous cultivation of Demon-Shi Aoxue. Demon-Shi Aoxue not only provides a large amount of medicinal materials, but also invests many people's equipment and experience to brush those treasures of heaven and earth, so that Feixiang has been slowly cultivated and has become a veritable pharmaceutical expert.

Although it should not be difficult to provide a super pharmacist with Zhao Sen's financial resources.

But he was not sure whether this person would be as glorious as his previous life in the future.

Zhao Sen needs to slowly manage his own power, pharmacies, equipment stores, and auction houses, and no one can be missing. The most important thing is to gather talents. At this time, it is undoubtedly the best time to attract Feixiang before the Crazy Soul.

Zhao Sen walked forward, and the two were still packing up the things on the ground, and the atmosphere was a little cold.

"You are very humiliating, right?" Zhao Sen looked down and lowered his head to pick up the things.

"It's not your business." Feixiang stood up coldly, and the lame boy also stood up, looking at Zhao Sen with bright eyes.
Chapter completed!