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Chapter 127 This fortune teller is actually a cultivator

Regarding his arrival, Iron Mouth God Calculation was not at all unexpected or difficult. Instead, he smiled and said as if he had expected it, "After half a year, you fulfilled your promise. It's great. I have already figured out the fortune for you. If you want to break through the innate world, you need opportunities."

Need an opportunity, damn, isn't this nonsense?

Elder Feng wanted to explode at that time, but finally endured it, saluted and asked: "How can you get the opportunity if you dare to ask Dashi?"

"The opportunity is in Jiangnan, go to Jiangyun University!"

Hearing this sentence, Elder Feng was happy, but the other party's next words made him messy in the wind: "Go there to sell vegetables, and you will naturally be able to reap opportunities."

Elder Feng was stunned.

Elder Feng's face was extremely dark.

Damn, are you sure that it wasn’t the monkey who sent me to tease me? I first asked me to move bricks, and now I asked me to sell vegetables. I said that in this way, I can break through the innate world?

anger!

Even if you bully mentally retarded, you won’t be so naked. It’s really a bit too much.

It's tolerant, but who can't bear it!

The disciple of the Demon Sect has a perverse personality. Even if he wants to break through the innate world, Elder Feng cannot always endure it.

Besides, the other party is indeed very famous, but in the final analysis, it is just a rumor in the world. Elder Feng has heard a lot, but he has never seen it.

At this time, the other party repeatedly challenged his bottom line, and Elder Feng decided not to bear it anymore. He wanted to try the other party's weight and whether it was really like the rumors in the world.

To be honest, this plan is not wrong, but next, the old monster Feng was in a tragedy.

The other party wanted to take action, but the Tiezui Shenshu's face was not afraid at all. He raised his hand casually, and a fireball the size of a baby's fist appeared in his palm.

The heat wave is over.

There was no sign at all. With the fireball, the temperature in the air rose a lot. It was already early winter at this moment, but it seemed that the scorching heat suddenly came.

Elder Feng's face changed drastically, and he felt the corners of his mouth dry. He swallowed hard and couldn't help but say sternly: "Are you... a cultivator?"

"Hmph, I am worthy of being the elder of the Demon Sect, but I actually know the cultivator."

A cold smile appeared on the corner of the iron-mouthed god-sacred mouth. When he swung his sleeves, a fire suddenly appeared, and the table in front of them turned into ashes.

Elder Feng's face suddenly turned pale.

Among the ancient martial artists, he is already a strong man. As an elder of the Demon Sect, he has a respectable identity and a far-reaching vision and extremely comparable experience. Naturally, he has heard of some secrets that others cannot access at all.

For example...some legends about monks.

As ancient martial artists, they are already superhuman to ordinary people.

However, there are people above others, and there is heaven beyond heaven.

It is said that ancient martial arts is only a relatively low cultivation system, and there is also a cultivation system. The people there are called immortal cultivators. Each of them has great magical powers that can turn the world and move mountains and seas.

Of course, Elder Feng had only heard the rumors, and he had never seen a real monk, but the iron-mouthed magical calculation in front of him was obviously the case.

The fireball released by the opponent can easily turn all the steel into ash smoke.

Such a strong man, let alone himself, could not resist even the entire demon sect. While he was shocked, the little dissatisfaction in his heart would naturally disappear.

Although the other party has cheated a little, a dignified immortal cultivator will not deceive each other by lies. He said that by buying vegetables at Jiangyun University, he can find opportunities, and then he will definitely find opportunities.

Although such behavior is a bit funny, in order to become a congenital strongman, I even endured myself to move bricks on the construction site. What's so great about going to the vegetable market to sell vegetables?

There is not an old saying, because God is about to give a great responsibility to a man, he must first suffer his mind and mind, exhaust his muscles and bones, starve his body, empty his body, and act and disturb his actions...

Only by enduring hardships can one become the best. In order to advance to the innate world, he endures whether it is moving bricks or selling vegetables...

This is the cause and effect, but the facts proved that Elder Feng still thought things too simple.

Selling vegetables is also a technical job. According to the instructions of the Iron Mouth God, he brought some chickens, ducks and geese to sell them in the poultry area, and he was soon defeated.

Almost all the old men and women come to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and what these people are best at is bargaining...

In less than a morning, Elder Feng reached the point of doubting his life.

Originally, with Elder Feng’s wealth, he didn’t care how much these poultry could be sold, but Tiezui’s decisiveness said that if you want to find an opportunity, you have to sell vegetables, and you have to do whatever you do when you buy vegetables in the vegetable market.

Otherwise, you will miss the opportunity.

Well, you are a cultivator, you are the biggest, so the dignified elder of the Demon Sect can only bargain with the old men and the aunts in the vegetable market.

He soon knelt down.

For example, an aunt came twenty minutes ago.

He picked the poultry in front of him for a long time, and finally spoke.

"How do you sell your old hen?"

"twenty!"

Elder Feng felt that he was calling for a conscientious price. After all, he sold all the local chickens and ducks, free-range and unfeeded food.

"It's too expensive, will you sell it for ten yuan?"

Elder Feng's nose was almost irritated.

Ten yuan, even the chickens raised from feed are not worth the amount. Are you here to sell things or deliberately smash the market?

“Not selling!”

Elder Feng refused.

"Why, die, just sell me one."

The aunt pinched her nose and acted cute, and her voice was coquettish. Poor Elder Feng's three views were broken.

Puff puff puff puff starts to fall goosebumps.

Sister, look at you like this, at least you are over 60 years old. The wrinkles on your face are like the dry tree bark. At least you are a grandmother or grandmother, and you are still acting cute here. You want to go against the will of heaven!

Elder Feng looked disgusted and stretched out his hand and pushed: "Go away, don't affect my business."

...

However, before he finished speaking, the aunt slowly fell to the ground in an extremely exaggerated posture.

Elder Feng: "..."

At this moment, about ten thousand horses galloped past his heart.

Damn, I didn’t touch you with my hand at all, okay, are you here to buy vegetables or to mess with the car?

However, the aunt was already screaming and covered her chest with her hands: "Oh, my heart disease has occurred, I have hit someone, I have beaten him to death. Come and see, this guy beats the old man."

Elder Feng's forehead was leaping with blue veins.

Suddenly, he felt that the elder of the Demon Sect was weak, and the aunt in front of him was the heaven-defying existence, okay?

He lowered his head, and the aunt blinked at him: "Sell this old hen to me for ten yuan per pound, otherwise you will have big trouble today."

For a moment, Elder Feng really wanted to kill someone. His dignified elder of the Demon Sect was threatened by an aunt who liked to dance square dance.

Of course, it’s not that the aunts are so shameless, there are many good people among them, but the one in front of him is just a weird guy who has not been offline.
Chapter completed!
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