In the 12th lifetime, although Li Fan had a total net worth of more than one million contributions, it was the result of Mingyue Palace's hard work over the years of hard work.

Not to mention hard-earned money, but it is also hard-earned money.

Not like now, I paid almost nothing. I just took the opportunity to promote hype and in a blink of an eye, I won 650,000 contributions.

This huge sum of money came too easily, which gave Li Fan an extremely illusory illusion.

Li Fan calmed down a little. Looking at He Zhenghao and Jiao Xiuyuan who were still trapped in frenzy and greed, the deity and his clone couldn't help but speak out to advise at the same time.

"Stop it, Fellow Daoist!"

"Stop it, Fellow Daoist Jiao!"

"I have made enough money now, it's time to stop!"

Although the two were in different positions, their reactions were surprisingly consistent.

"Stop now? How is it possible?! The surge in the Spirit Mist Grass has just begun!"

"Those planting sites were destroyed, which means that a big shot has really entered the market now! The contribution of 300 points is not the end, but the starting point! Fellow Taoist must not mislead yourself!" He Zhenghao analyzed carefully and looked down on Li Fan's suggestions.

"Not enough, not enough, not enough! Business opportunities are not enough, wait a little longer!" Although Jiao Xiuyuan was a little more rational, he was still greedy and wanted to make more money.

Judging from the two of them, Li Fan knew that it was impossible for them to listen to anyone's advice now.

"It's hard to persuade the damn thing."

"I don't know how many mad monks will lose their fortunes after this, and their hearts of Taoism will be broken."

Li Fan sighed in his heart.

The bursting of the price bubble of Lingwu Grass came faster than Li Fan imagined.

It is also beyond the expectations of most fanatical monks.

The price of Lingwu Grass is rising rapidly, breaking through the 350th mark, and is about to break through the 400 points.

All the monks who were rushing to buy the Spirit Mist Grass in front of Tianxuan Mirror.

Suddenly, the slightly mechanical and cold sound of Tianxuan Mirror appeared in his mind at the same time.

"Due to the large and abnormal fluctuations in the prices of Lingwu Grass in recent days, in order to ensure the stable and harmonious development of the Wanxian Alliance, the announcement is now made as follows."

"A three months ago, Wanxian Alliance discovered a closed cave heaven. The cave heaven is extremely large in scale, with extremely high wood attribute spiritual energy. Various spiritual plants and herbs are extremely rich."

"After roughly estimated, the annual output of Lingwu Grass in this cave is about 10 million plants alone."

"It can fully meet the various production consumption needs in the league."

...

The monks no longer care about the words behind the Tianxuan Mirror.

When they heard that the annual yield of Lingwu grass reached 10 million, the expressions on their faces had frozen.

Then endless fear came instantly and occupied their hearts.

Although there have been rumors that the yield of the wood-attribute cave heaven is so high.

But under the crazy surge in Lingwu Grass, no one is willing to believe this news.

They would rather believe that this is a trick to release someone with ulterior motives and disrupt the market.

I don't want to believe the authenticity of the news.

However, it's different now.

Because, the one who announced this news was Tianxuan Mirror.

As the foundation of the Wanxian Alliance, all resource exchanges are on the platform.

No one would doubt the words of Tianxuan Mirror.

Therefore, after the Xuanjing announcement was released that day, all the monks were like five thunders thunder.

There was only one thought left in my mind.

run.

Run as fast as you can.

If you can lose less, you will lose less.

but……

All monks knew that the price of Lingwu Grass had completely collapsed.

Everyone wants to sell the spiritual mist grass in their hands.

And no one is willing to buy it anymore.

The straw that completely crushed the camel to death was given by Tianxuan Mirror directly with an accurate unified recycling price.

4 points of contribution per plant.

The monks wanted to activate the privileges and sold them to Tianxuan Mirror at real-time prices.

But he found that Tianxuan Mirror refused to be recycled.

So, Li Fan saw a scene that he was unforgettable.

The price of Lingwu Grass is like a waterfall, pouring down.

The number is rapidly transformed from a three-digit number to a two-digit number.

From a double digit to a single digit.

After only a dozen breaths, the price of Lingwu Grass fell from nearly 400 points to four points.

It fell by 99% in an instant.

In Qianli Hall, Jiao Xiuyuan's face was dull, and his ferocious look was frozen on his face.

"I, Jiao Xiuyuan, never buy at a loss..."

After spitting out a few words from his mouth with difficulty, cracks appeared on his body, and the breath of life quickly disappeared.

In an instant, Jiao Xiuyuan turned from a living person to a broken and yellow wood.

It fell to the ground with a bang and cracked into several pieces.

"Fellow Daoist Jiao!" Li Fan couldn't help but exclaimed and stepped forward to check.

"I...is not...that."

From below the Qianlitang counter, Jiao Xiuyuan's gritted teeth came.

Another complete Jiao Xiuyuan crawled out of a pile of debris under the cabinet, and a smile that was even worse than crying appeared on his dark face.

"It is obvious that the business opportunity is not over yet, but it is cut off by Tianxuan Mirror..."

"This time, I'm losing a lot."

Li Fan also pretended to be in a daze: "I have advised fellow Taoists to stop, but you didn't listen."

"My 30% of my income has also turned into a bubble."

"If you cash out at 300 o'clock, it would be an unimaginable gain, not even at 200 o'clock..."

"Bang!"

The newly appeared Jiao Xiuyuan's face was filled with countless cracks.

It exploded into countless pieces in an instant.

"You...stop talking."

"Let me slow down..."

Another Jiao Xiuyuan slowly crawled out of the debris, as if his heart was bleeding, and he said with pain on his face.

Seeing this, Li Fan seemed to come back to his senses, his eyes rolling back and forth on the wood fragments all over the ground and Jiao Xiuyuan, and his face showed a look of horror: "Fellow Daoist Jiao, are you human?"

The change of topic seems to be in line with Jiao Xiuyuan's intention.

He coughed and waved his hand: "Fellow Taoist, don't panic, of course I am a human being. But what I am practicing is just a thousand puppet Taoisms."

"Thousands of puppets?" Li Fan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Is it possible? Is it possible that the Qianli Hall of the Immortal Cultivation World is full of fellow Taoists' puppets?" Li Fan asked knowingly.

"Haha, it's not bad. Business is difficult, so of course you have to manage it yourself. Every time you hire one more person, you will have to pay a lot of extra costs. Sometimes, it may not be a good thing to be a big stall!" Jiao Xiuyuan turned over and lay down and said weakly.

"Just this time, just blowing up so many puppets, I'll have to..."

Before he finished speaking, the puppet exploded.

"Fellow Taoist, stop talking. Let me calm down first."

Jiao Xiuyuan's weak voice came from the bottom of the debris.

A communication talisman flew to Li Fan.

"Let's talk later..."

Li Fan's clone slammed the communication talisman in his hand and quietly walked out of Qianli Hall.
Chapter completed!