"Bei" is indeed a dream, but because of all its special effects, it leads to a certain degree of disagreement in its own value.

In terms of value, a red shell is equal to a hundred black shells, but in reality, every red shell is tightly hidden.

Everyone would rather take out a hundred black shells than a red shell.

In high-value transactions, you would rather use a large number of black, white, or equivalent items than use "red," than use "red," as well.

Although "red shells" are part of the money system of "plank", they also have a certain degree of treasure collection attribute.

It is a real strategic material, hard currency, the kind that cannot be harder.

Anyone who does business in the mall cannot refuse the temptation of red beetle.

Of course, shopkeeper Li will be no exception.

He hugged the red sandalwood box containing red shells tightly, his fingers clenched pale, and he said quickly as if he was afraid that Zhang Baoren would suddenly repent.

"As long as I have it in this building, you can take it away no matter what you want... Even if you don't, as long as you say something, I will go to the side and find you immediately."

Zhang Baoren smiled and shook his head, "You don't have to worry. What I want is not a troublesome thing. You can get it all here if you want."

As he said that, he took out a piece of origami from his arms and handed it to Manager Li in front of him.

Manager Li took it and opened it. He saw hundreds of precious or ordinary medicinal herbs written in densely packed small characters on the paper, and marked the amount.

I quickly scanned it and found that most of these things are related to the mind, but they are indeed not rare things.

The only thing is that the number is complicated. If it is next to it, it may be a problem, but this little thing can be easily obtained in Wanbao Building.

Manager Li secretly breathed a sigh of relief, held the medicine list and bowed to Zhang Baoren, "Please wait for a while here, and the things will be delivered to you immediately."

Zhang Baoren nodded slightly, "I'm working hard."

“This is what we should do…”

Manager Li smiled and left quickly.

At the same time, two servants in the side hall, one squatted down to clean up the black shells scattered all over the ground, and the other hurriedly added tea to Zhang Baoren.

Zhang Baoren's trip was to buy medicine. With the emergence of new magical powers, the secret medicines that assisted his cultivation naturally appeared together.

The Xinpu secret medicine is also a kind of "incense". Zhang Baoren has discovered that the magical powers about "god" are all based on incense.

This secret incense is called "Miaozan".

Of course, the prescription Zhang Baoren gave was not just a simple "Miaozang" formula, and he was not so careless.

The list he gave was a secret medicine prescription mixed with Mengpo soup, and combined with some additions and reductions made with medical knowledge, thus forming a list of drugs, which ensures that no one can see anything from it.

In addition, the reason for "Mengpo Soup" is not only to disturb the audio-visual, but also the reason for the whitewashing pig demon that was decided before.

This kind of classic medicine developed by Taoist priests specifically targeting memory, and the combination of internal and external aspects of the God-Destroying Bell can wash the pig demon more effectively and quickly.

After a while, Manager Li brought the things Zhang Baoren needed, and a pile of wooden boxes filled most of the side halls.

I don’t know if it’s the stimulation of “Red Bei”, the efficiency that big business should have, or the fact that this business is really big.

The five red shells that Zhang Baoren took out were given to him by Manager Li at the price of the black market, and the scattered one hundred and eighty black shells were nearly seven thousand white shells.

It's a huge sum of money for anyone except those big and wealthy chambers of commerce.

But there are only a few "Bei" with such a large number at this time.

Zhang Baoren held a few black shells in his purse and directed a group of servants and maids to take out the medicinal materials from the pile of exquisite wooden boxes, wrap them in paper and put them into the bag.

Originally, Wanbaolou said that it could deliver goods to your door, but Zhang Baoren thought it was troublesome and asked them to pack it directly.

Apart from the boxes that occupy land, a sack was filled with a full sack.

Zhang Baoren raised his back and held the pig in one hand, leaving as if Tathagata had strode away.

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…

The next day, the meditation in front of the Wuzong Mansion continued, and as time went by, the number of people increased, and finally the spacious street in front of the door was full of tangible content.

Some small vendors selling sweet potatoes at the entrance couldn't help but leave the original stall and came to a remote corner away from the street.

However, because of the huge number of onlookers around, the business did not fall apart, but it was even better. They were smiling and couldn't help but want such a grand event to last for a while and have nothing to do.

The only shame is that people are running here, and many people who set up stalls elsewhere, bets, fortune tellers, and heads... also come over to make it look like a market.

Especially some colleagues also followed, they were so shameless...

"How about sweet potatoes? Are they sweet?"

The business that came suddenly interrupted the small vendor's imagination and quickly picked it up to the person who came, "It must be sweet. We are the people nearby. We have been setting up stalls here for more than ten years. If it weren't sweet, Lord Wuzong would have driven me away long ago."

"Okay, then give me a sweet potato..."

"Okay... the sweet potatoes that just came out of the pot, please take them and don't burn them."

The idle gangster held the golden yellow-filled sweet potato in both hands, and took a bite like honey.

I smacked my lips and was about to rush to my brothers and some, but suddenly I found that the originally buzzing crowd became noisy, and then gradually became quiet.

The old bastard turned around and saw the crowds of people in front of him surging like a tide, splitting a passage.

Seven chairs that looked like stretchers were carried by the group, passing through the gaps where everyone separated, and finally arrived at the front of Wuzong Mansion and fell side by side.

The old gangster quickly squeezed onto a dirt platform where the brothers and the others were squatting. You could clearly see the seven seats sitting in front of the Wuzong Gate, tightly wrapped in cotton cloth, as if they were in human form.

"This is…"

"I was really beaten like this. I thought it was just a little bit of a small injury before."

"Uh... this... As a martial arts master, the strength is unimaginable. As long as you rub and touch it, it will inevitably be like this."

"Really?"

"Okay... I can't make it up anymore. Even if there is a gap in strength, but if seven fights one of them, it's a bit too much..."

"I just said that the strength of the Lord Fantianshou must be enough. The reason I lost before was not because of the seven people who were constantly fighting on the wheel battle. It's a pity that I lost two days ago."

"Betting is to make no regrets, winning or losing depends on luck. Don't make any excuses now. If you win, you won't return the money to the casino."

"And what is important in front of you is not the strength of both sides, but is these people coming out to tear off their faces?"

"It's not that I'm tearing my face, to be precise, I don't want it anymore, I want to... kill that person."

"hiss…"

A sound of gasping in the air sounded from the mouths of the old gangsters around him and the surroundings.

Of course, there are also some things that are not wrong. "Strength is the most respected in the martial arts world. If you lose, you have to kneel down. What else do you want to do if you become like this?"

"The rules in the martial arts are indeed like this, but the warrior association is not a simple martial arts."

"What's the meaning?"

"It's just a few people who want to let Wu Zong... take action, otherwise we'll be waiting for something here."

"But will Lord Wuzong come out? After all, the door has been locked these days, which already represents an attitude."

"That was before, of course Lord Wuzong didn't want to get involved in these things, but he was the leader of the mall martial arts and the samurai club.

And here represents the human heart and future of the Warrior Association. How should you choose?"

"Stop talking, come..."

A light shout interrupted the argument, and they all closed their mouths, opened their eyes with some expectation, and looked at the gate.

The gate of Wuzong Mansion, which had been closed for a long time, finally slowly opened with the attention of countless people...

With the creaking sound, a man with a burly figure, stubborn stubborn like a steel needle, and an extremely domineering and dangerous aura walked out from behind the door like a prehistoric beast.

He had a blue face, and stood on the steps and turned his head to look at the people in the martial arts hall kneeling and the idle people watching around him. His eyes seemed to be sharp blades that made people bow their heads.

One person has suppressed thousands of people silent.

In the silence where the needle fell, Wu Zong's voice rolled up, "What are you doing!"

Everyone in the martial arts hall said in unison: "Please be the master of the lord Wuzong..."

"I said what you are doing here, you have practiced all the martial arts skills well, right? You're just making a fool of yourself here."

As he shouted, the substantial momentum slapped around like a sea of ​​storms. The disciples of the martial arts school who were kneeling couldn't help but groan and sank their raised heads.

"Ahem..."

I couldn't tell the specific appearance, so I could only guess from the clothes of the disciple standing beside me that he was the one from the Chikongzhang family who coughed twice, and said weakly:

"In helpless, we can only use this inferior strategy to ask Lord Wuzong to take action and seek justice..."

"If you have any punishment for any of the things you have committed, come to us brothers."

"Oh... Brother Zhang, you guys are again..."

Wu Zong whispered helplessly: "The family's affairs are solved by their own home from behind closed doors. Why do you make the city full of storms and rains make others laugh?"

Another white Zongzi said, "If you don't do this, I'm afraid you won't be willing to come out."

"You pity his martial arts talent, but if his nature is broken, no matter how strong his talent is, it will only be a disaster."
To be continued...