Lin Haoming almost flashed to Gong Xiulan's side.
Before, Lin Haoming didn't pay attention to Gong Xiulan because he wanted to buy relics. At this moment, he only saw a monk setting up a stall. Under the suppression of the Great Perfection breath of Gong Xiulan's fusion period, he was so scared that he didn't dare to move.
"Ah, a Great Perfection Cultivator in the Combination Stage!"
"Who is this person? Could it be that anyone of the eight generals has arrived? Or the princes of the royal family?"
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Lin Haoming was observing the surrounding situation and heard everyone's surprise. Obviously, a great perfection monk in the fusion stage also had a powerful shock ability for these fusion monsters present.
"What's wrong?" Lin Haoming asked in a voice transmission.
Lin Haoming asked in a voice transmission, but Gong Xiulan did not answer in a voice transmission, but directly used a somewhat low voice, but could not hear a man or a woman. She said disdainfully: "Hmph, this guy pointed out from my voice that I am not a monk from the Heavenly Demon Holy Realm. It was like he wanted to increase the price, and he dared to send a voice transmission to threaten me. He was so impatient!"
When Lin Haoming heard Gong Xiulan, he actually spoke these words directly, which made everyone else hear them. Naturally, he understood that this woman was clearly pushing pressure on him. After all, there must be a reason why a monk from the foreign domain came here. They will definitely find him at that time, which made Lin Haoming a little annoyed. After all, he likes to be low-key and is unwilling to cause trouble.
Of course, Lin Haoming also knew that he had repeatedly dragged her to detoxify pill, which made this woman a little angry, but it was not easy to turn against her, so he had to do this.
Sure enough, as Lin Haoming expected, when everyone heard that they were monks from the outside world, their original horror gradually faded away, but many people stood behind the monk who suffered losses. After all, even if they were monks from the outside world, so what if they were a monk from the Great Perfection? In the Holy Realm of the Demon, it would be impossible for so many people to unite to cause great storms.
Lin Haoming certainly understood the thoughts of these people, but he also knew that without the Mahayana monks, the woman Gong Xiulan could have done more damage than ordinary Mahayana monks.
Just when Lin Haoming was in trouble with this matter, a loud voice suddenly sounded: "Everyone, stopping this trade fair is to make everyone as beneficial as possible. I am not willing to see the argument. What is the matter? What will happen if I will make a judgment?"
Accompanied by the sound, everyone saw a burly man coming over.
The man was also wearing a cloak, obviously not wanting others to know his identity, but he deliberately released his magical power and his equally perfect cultivation forced those present to consider his proposal.
"Since fellow Taoist is the organizer, it is better to make the decision by fellow Taoist. As long as it is fair, I have nothing to say here!" Lin Haoming was overjoyed when he saw someone standing up, so he naturally pushed the matter on his head.
Seeing that Lin Haoming agreed, if the other party disagreed, it would obviously not give face to the organizer. This is the place for An family, and many people also invited An family. If they do not give face to the organizer, it would be equivalent to not giving face to the An family. Although they are all fusion-stage monks, there are also different levels among the fusion-stage monks, so naturally they can only pinch their noses and agree.
Just after he agreed, the organizer walked directly to the girl who was originally responsible for setting up the stall, pointed at her and said, "Okay, since both parties agreed, then what's going on, you tell me!"
The type that originally looked petite and pity-provoking. At this moment, facing the gaze of so many old monsters in the fusion period, he was like a chick who left his parents, without any blood.
"I...I...I...is this senior asked...the price of these corpse demon fruits. This senior said...it was necessary 80,000 true demon beads. This senior took...a bottle...a bottle of elixirs for exchange. This senior felt that the elixir was not worth enough, so he was only willing...to give a part of the corpse demon fruit!"
The girl stammered and said the passage, but she did not hide or be biased at all. Although she was a little uncomfortable with listening to her stuttering words, everyone finally understood what was going on.
"How many corpse demon fruits are there in total?" asked the organizer.
"More than thirty!" replied the man with the corpse demon fruit.
"Are they in their thirties?" The organizer heard this answer and asked again with a stern tone.
"Thirty-seven!" said the man.
"If the corpse demon fruit is intact, it will be almost 3,000 real demon beads. It will be fine if you sell it together for 100,000 yuan. How many did you give in the end?" the organizer continued to ask.
"Twenty!" The man felt a little embarrassed.
"Twenty pills, show me the pills!" the organizer asked coldly.
Hearing this, the person who set up the stall looked even more ugly. Facing the organizer's hand, hesitated for a while, and then took out the medicine bottle that Gong Xiulan gave him.
The organizer took it and opened it directly, and all fell into his palm.
"Hey, it's the Biyan Pill, which has as many as six. The Biyan Pill costs about 20,000 True Demon Pills per. And as a pill to improve mana during the fusion period, it usually has a price but no market. If you exchange six Biyan Pills for you for thirty-seven corpse magic fruits, you will make a profit. You are playing this trick at the trade fair I called. Do you not take me seriously or not take An Jia seriously? When I wanted to invite you, I said that this is a fair deal. It would be fair if you said at the beginning that you would only exchange for twenty corpse magic fruits for a bottle of pill, but now it is obviously not, okay... you are very good!"
Listening to the organizer's constant nagging, the monk who sold corpse demon fruit was obviously even more scared. Feeling the powerful aura that the other party burst out, he took a few steps back and shouted: "I am the eldest prince. Please give me the best of his own sake. I am willing to compensate for this matter. I am shameless and give him all the corpse demon fruit!"
"Hmph!" Hearing this, the organizer snorted coldly, and then suddenly slapped the man with a palm.
When the man saw that the other party was really brave enough to take action, he immediately spit out a silver shield to block it. However, the other party's palm was so terrible that he hit the silver shield, and the person and the shield were directly knocked away.
"If you don't mention the eldest prince, I'll just let you compensate you. I dare to lose the face of the eldest prince. What kind of face do you have to stay by his side to do things? Get out of here!" The organizer defeated this monk who was actually at the fourth level of the fusion stage with one blow, and cursed without mercy.
After flying dozens of feet out, the man hit a big tree. Although he got up at this moment, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. However, facing such a powerful opponent, he didn't dare to say anything anymore. He could only grit his teeth and leave directly from here.
Chapter completed!