Early the next morning, Ye Fan came to Old Man Fuxi's room.
"Old man, do you have any extra of that fairy soil? Lend it to me."
Ye Fan sat on Fuxi's table and looked at him.
"You have a beautiful idea! What is that fairy soil? Do you think it is ordinary mud? Also, get off my table!"
Fuxi blew his beard and stared at Ye Fan, wondering why he hadn't noticed before that this guy was so shameless.
"You don't have any extra stools in this room. If I don't sit at the table, will it be possible to sit on the ceiling?"
Ye Fan asked roguely.
"Sit wherever you like, but don't sit on my table!"
Old Man Fuxi cursed and waved his hand, and a chair appeared next to him.
When Ye Fan saw the chair, he lazily jumped down from the table and sat on the chair.
"Old man, I'm not joking with you. Let's get down to business. Is there any extra fairy land left?"
Although Ye Fan was still out of shape when sitting on the chair, his tone became serious.
"Tell me, what are you going to do?"
Fuxi tidied up the messy table where Ye Fan sat, glanced at him, and asked.
"Of course it is useful."
Ye Fan pretended to be profound.
He didn't believe that old man Fuxi didn't know what he wanted the fairy land for.
"This fairy soil is a good treasure. Old man, I worked hard to get it, but now I just let you take it away casually?"
Fuxi glanced at Ye Fan.
There were a few black lines hanging from Ye Fan's forehead, and he knew that the old man was not holding back his good intentions, and was actually waiting for him here.
However, Ye Fan had already thought that the old man would do this, and had made preparations early.
"A middle-grade immortal weapon, plus five Yuan Ju Dan, five Spirit Beast Pills, and five Spirit Treasure Pills."
He raised his eyebrows and gave his conditions.
However, Ye Fan still held back and did not put everything he had prepared in front of Fu Xi.
The things he took out were only half of all the things he took out after discussing with Di Jiang.
As Ye Fan expected, Fuxi shook his head.
"Do you think my fairy soil is tattered? That's all it comes out of!"
Ye Fan is waiting for him.
"Old man, don't go too far. This medicine is made by Zhu Jiuyin. One medicine is stronger than two."
Fuxi glared back not to be outdone.
"Do you think I'm stupid, old man? Can the medicine made by that little candle dragon be eaten by human monks?"
After that, he stood in front of Mark with his back bent.
"Boy, come out with something practical, or I'll kick you out!"
Ye Fan looked at the old man for a while and suddenly laughed.
"Old man!"
He deliberately made the ending sound extremely long.
"Do you think you have the ability to drive me away?"
The old man suddenly became angry and piled all the things on the table into Ye Fan's arms.
"Go, go, get out of here, old man!"
The moment everything was stuffed into his arms, Ye Fan was a little stunned. Then he quickly reacted and put all the things in his arms on the table, and then ran away quickly.
"Old man, I don't take advantage of you in vain. Everything I should give you is yours. Let's go!"
After running out of the old man's room, Ye Fan stuffed the things in his arms and chuckled.
"What a weird old man. He doesn't know what to say properly."
The old man looked at what Mark left for him, and the anger on his face suddenly disappeared. He chuckled, shook his head, and opened the medicine bottle.
