Although Zhang Yuanhang was impatient with a person from another province coming to Donglin City to make trouble, he didn't want to stand up. After all, he was in the sea of ​​suffering now. If the other party was not afraid of punishment and had to deal with him, Zhang Yuanhang would also feel a headache.

Because that guy was obviously a blood-transformation warrior who had already crossed the sea of ​​bitterness, a black bandage was wrapped around his arm, which was tied to his arm for recovery after selling spiritual blood to the blood station.

In the current stage of the sea of ​​suffering, there is no problem not using internal force to bully warriors below level 3, but when you encounter these guys who have already crossed the sea of ​​suffering, Zhang Yuanhang has no choice. It is not that there are no geniuses who can fight beyond the level, but it depends on the situation.

But now Zhang Yuanhang has to go there. Because the empire clearly stipulates that every noble family descendant has the power and obligation to prevent all battles in the gathering area. This forces people like Zhang Yuanhang to stand in front of the other party even when facing people who are far stronger than themselves.

This is not only because the court needs the nobles to help maintain the peace of the empire, but also because of the unified requirements of the nobles. In the face of enemies far stronger than themselves, they can not only cultivate the will of descendants, but also spread their reputation.

Although the best of both worlds has caused many noble families to die in the battle, it has also allowed many noble warriors to have stronger will and it is inevitable to achieve improvement. Therefore, sometimes civilian warriors perform this behavior, and the empire is in a default state.

However, Zhang Yuanhang looked here for a while, but did not see any noble and wealthy warriors coming to deal with this matter. No civilian warriors came over. In desperation, in order to prevent someone from finding out that he was here in the future and did not come forward to stop him, Zhang Yuanhang had to bite the bullet and go forward.

He kept cursing Ye Bailing in his heart. Zhang Yuanhang must have had such a situation related to Ye Bailing. Most of these outsiders must have followed Ye Bailing, and they were still performing at the Donglin Theater, and they also brought some of the warriors from Donglin City, so that they could only let themselves come forward to face this warrior in the blood exchange stage. It was really damn.

The warrior in the blood exchange stage looked very fierce. The muscles on his body were bulging one by one, and a trace of sweat was constantly secreted with his roar. Occasionally, he even kicked the green fruits under his feet hard.

"Hey, you guy told me to stop?" The fierce and strong man said unhappily: "This old guy sold me fruits. Five out of ten were bad. I was very upset when I asked him to compensate him and didn't compensate me, and I didn't disturb his stall."

"Huh?" Zhang Yuanhang was stunned for a moment. When he saw this situation at first, he thought that the warrior was deliberately looking for trouble, but he thought that it was the old man from the Wood Spirit Clan who did the wrong thing first, which made him a little difficult to deal with.

"No, no, I didn't give him those bad fruits." The old man from the Mu Ling tribe saw Zhang Yuanhang coming out, immediately crawled towards him, hugged his thigh and pointed at the opposite side, saying, "That guy wants to blackmail me. Look at the fruits on the ground, which one of them is broken. I carefully selected each fruit, and none of them is broken."

With a crying voice, Zhang Yuanhang frowned even more. He broke free from the old man's arms, walked to the wooden frame, picked it up and searched it carefully. There was indeed nothing bad, it was all good fruits.

The outer skin was smooth and a faint fragrance was revealed. Zhang Yuanhang picked it up and broke it apart. The flesh inside was pure white and the milky white juice penetrated out. Zhang Yuanhang stuck out his tongue and licked it. It was indeed a good fruit, without any problems.

"This is the green spirit fruit. Only our Wood Spirit Clan can raise a living fruit. Once it breaks, it will turn completely black. How could it not be recognized?" The old man continued to cry and said, "That rogue wants to take me 2,000 yuan, otherwise I will break up my stall. The fruits together are less than 2,000 yuan!"

While listening, Zhang Yuanhang looked around and found that the fruits on the ground around him were indeed green, without any black color. The stomped fruits showed a fragrance. When he sniffed, he felt that he was much more energetic.

It seems that the old man from the Mu Ling tribe did not lie, so is this warrior in the blood exchange stage trying to hit the car?

Zhang Yuanhang gave up this idea just after thinking for a little while. For a warrior in the blood exchange stage, he could sell his spiritual blood at the blood station every 7 days, which could be exchanged for 4,000 to 5,000 yuan. How could he come back and blackmail an old man for 2,000 yuan? You must know that once this blackmail is caught, the amount of money that will be fined 20,000 yuan and a three-month prison term will be required.

Without tens of thousands of dollars in profits, there is no possibility of doing it at all. Donglin City is an emerging city, and most of the sources of funds rely on arresting violators in the city. Therefore, the soldiers in the city are extremely enthusiastic, and no matter who catches it, they can get a 5% fine.

So if you want to bribe the soldiers, you have to pay at least several times more than the money, which is already far more than 2,000.

So who is right about these two people and who is lying?

"How much do you have these fruits?" Zhang Yuanhang squatted in front of the old man of the Mu Ling tribe, picked up a fruit on the ground and asked, "If it's cheap, I'll buy them all."

"Ah?" The old man from the Mu Ling tribe was surprised. Finally, he seemed to be unable to bear the pressure of Zhang Yuanhang's eyes. He lowered his head and thought for a while before hesitating, "Together, they totaled 1,300 yuan."

"So expensive." Zhang Yuanhang took a breath. At first, he heard the old man say that these fruits were not worth 2,000. He thought it was just to emphasize that the warrior asked for huge compensation, but he did not expect that the fruits themselves were also terrible.

Unfortunately, he didn't know these fruits, so he didn't know whether these fruits were really at this price. The audience around seemed to see someone coming forward to persuade them, so they left most of them bored. In the end, only Zhang Yuanhang and others were still around here.

Therefore, even if Zhang Yuanhang wanted to ask other Mu Ling tribes about the price, there were no such people around him - most of them had already watched the fun in Donglin Theater or other places.

Those who are still here are either just coming from other places or setting up stalls here.

Zhang Yuanhang picked up the better fruits that fell on the ground one by one, put them in a basket, and then came to the blood-transforming warrior and spoke directly: "How much did you buy the fruit?"

"Ten, 120 yuan." The warrior in the blood exchange stage hesitated for a moment and spoke.

Then the price is almost the same. Zhang Yuanhang looked at the bad fruits scattered around him, and he picked them up like the ones that were originally found in the basket, which could be about 120. The old man from the Wood Spirit tribe even suppressed the price.

Although the price is not too high, Zhang Yuanhang only needs to know that the old man from the Wood Spirit tribe did not offer a random price. He nodded and said to the warrior in the blood exchange stage: "How about this? Either you get 10 good fruits again, and I will give you 10 good ones again, or I will give you 120 yuan you paid. You have never bought it, and you will give you 10 more fruits. What do you think of this?"

The warrior in the blood exchange stage seemed a little hesitant, but when he saw Zhang Yuanhang's serious expression, he stomped his feet hard and said, "Okay, because you are a warrior who is crossing the sea of ​​suffering, give me 120 yuan and you don't want any more fruit."

Zhang Yuanhang smiled, took out a handful of scattered money tickets from his arms, took out a few of them in the hands of the blood-transforming warrior in front of him, and waved his hand at him and said, "That's it, goodbye."

Then the warrior of the blood exchange stage saw that he had about 150 yuan in his hand, so he hesitated and attached it to Zhang Yuanhang's ear and said, "Actually, it's not that I want to make trouble, but someone uses the money to tempt me. Please don't join in, otherwise be careful of plotting behind the scenes."

Zhang Yuanhang nodded in a clear way. He thought that something was wrong with these situations, and it seemed that there was a problem. But the one in front of him was just an ordinary Wood Spirit Clan. Who was deliberately spending a huge price to make a warrior in the blood exchange stage do such a thing?

"This is 1,300 yuan, I will take these fruits away." Zhang Yuanhang turned around and returned to the old man of the Wood Spirit Clan, and paid the money with a smile. Although he was bleeding in his heart, he finally resolved the dispute that appeared in front of him.

Carrying the basket, Zhang Yuanhang walked towards the Cyclops Inn with great strides and would never appear outside any more. Once such a thing happened, it would be a rhythm of losing money. I had known that I would not have come out today, otherwise I would not have spent so much money just to settle a dispute.

The old man from the Mu Ling clan collected the money tickets in his hand and looked at Zhang Yuanhang silently. Regardless of the broken fruits on the ground, he quickly left and right to a broken area.

This is the poorest area in Donglin City, and a large number of people living at a low level gathered. The old man from the Mu Ling tribe came to a dilapidated wooden house, pushed open the door without hesitation, and then lie directly on a hardwood board after entering.

Not long after time passed, a young man from the Wooden Spirit tribe in a navy blue servant costume hurriedly ran in. Seeing the Wooden Spirit tribe's old man lying on the wooden board in a daze, he immediately came to him and squatted down and asked worriedly: "Uncle Qi, I heard that something happened to you going to sell fruits?"

"Yeah, the fruit is gone." Uncle Qi, an old man from the Mu Ling clan, narrowed his eyes slightly and said weakly.

"Where is the patrol team? What about the descendants of the nobles and wealthy families, and those warriors? Didn't they help you?" The young man of the Wood Spirit clan held his hands tightly and asked with a little anger: "Just there is nothing?"

"No one...none..."

After a long silence, Uncle Qi sat up, stared at the eyes of the young man in the Mu Ling clan, and said word by word.

PS: It will be released at 10 am in the future...
Chapter completed!