Wu Po Jiuxiao

Chi Huang's godless mouth kept panting, not because of physical exhaustion, but because of the impact in front of him stimulating him to make a choice, but Ye Fantian still keenly found that the other party's breathing began to gradually return to a steady state.

"Hmph... maybe you're right, but... I still won't trade with others with the Scarlet Yellow Sect, and I—hate others threatening me the most!"

"Really? What if I say I own other precious metals?"

A hint of coldness emerged quietly, Lan Jiuyou said with confidence on his face, he believed that everyone has their own weaknesses, as long as they are discovered, they will appear.

"I have high-quality metal here, which is not inferior to the other party. How about exchanging for your Sword Soul Pill and Black God Grass?"

A faint voice suddenly appeared in Chi Huang Wushen's ear, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth the next moment, and then Chi Huang Wushen said with a helpless look on his face:

"If that's the case, forget it..."