Chapter 71 The reward I want is simple
Even so, Gong Ming is still very manic in his heart. This failure will not only damage the friendship between the Gong family and the Li family, but if it spreads out, it will also damage the Gong family's reputation, and he will have to return to the Gong family. He will be denounced by hostile forces within the family, which will cause a lot of trouble.
But now, Yang Fan's words suddenly became a trigger, igniting the depression in Gong Ming's heart, turning into raging anger and hatred.
He hated Wang Zexiu, but he knew that Wang Zexiu had too much background, and he was serving as the commander-in-chief of Xingyuan Palace, so he could not easily touch him, so the anger and hatred naturally transferred to Yang Fan who was close at hand.
It’s just a dragon sect, it’s nothing!
A cold snort suddenly sounded in the room.
"Young Dragon Sect boy, I think you are crazy!" Gong Ming glanced at Yang Fan indifferently and said, "What a life-saving Nine Mysterious Needles, I don't even know what it means. Li Tai's current situation, unless he transforms into an external realm, A strong man trades his life for his life, otherwise no one can save him! Mr. Xingyuan, you don’t really believe this nonsense, do you?”
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When the excited Duke Xingyuan heard this, his mind became clear and he calmed down a lot. The hands that grabbed Yang Fan's chest tightened even more, and his eyes radiated a cold light, like an angry lion, but he still hugged Yang Fan. There was a hint of expectation: "Do you know what will happen if you deceive this guild at this time?"
Yang Fan didn't struggle at all, as if he was hanging on the treetops. He didn't answer Duke Xingyuan's words. Instead, he turned to look at Gong Ming, showing an innocent and harmless smile: "Trash, how are you?"
The sound of waste directly set Gong Ming on fire.
The killing intent in his chest burst out from his eyes and reached its peak in an instant.
Yang Fan seemed unaware, and continued to smile to himself: "If I can save the third young master, and even help him reopen the gate of heaven, does that mean that you are really a waste?"
"Click!"
Gong Ming's teeth bumped hard up and down. He was so angry that he grinned. His original elegant temperament became cold and terrifying, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "If you can really do it, I will do it for once." What about waste?”
"Then you are destined to be a loser." Yang Fan said and ignored Gong Ming. He turned to look at the handsome and uncertain face of Duke Xingyuan who was close at hand, and said with a smile: "Mr. Xingyuan "If you don't want to be gay, how about putting me down first? Otherwise, you can't blame me for delaying treatment."
Duke Xingyuan stared at him for two seconds, put Yang Fan down, and then calmed down his momentum, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Can you really do it?"
The young man in front of him is indeed a bit unexpected. He is obviously an ordinary person with no cultivation, but he is so arrogant. But if he is really an ordinary person, how can he be so calm and composed in front of him? Even Gong Ming is shocked. Dare to ridicule wantonly?
This kind of calmness and impudence made Xingyuan Gong look forward to Yang Fan as if he had seen a life-saving straw for no reason.
Uh-huh!
Yang Fan directly took out a piece of paper that he had prepared long ago from his pocket, handed it to Duke Xingyuan, and said: "The reward I want is very simple, which is the medicinal materials on it."
With sharp eyes, Lin Shuhao saw the names of the medicinal materials written on the paper and the drawings of unknown medicinal materials, and his eyes suddenly widened - the types of medicinal materials listed on it were at least three times more than the list he saw at the beginning. , and the graphics of unknown medicinal materials have also increased from the original two to nine!
He stared at Yang Fan's calm and calm face, feeling uncertain for the first time.
