Shu Yong regrets it!

If I had known what Shu Qianchi said, it would be so great and so insulting, that he should have continued to sell calligraphy.

Selling calligraphy is better than selling corpses.

That's right, the previous calligraphy stall turned into a corpse stall.

There are two corpses in total.

One is said to be a demigod with twelve angel wings on his back and his skin is crystal clear. Even if he is dead, he still emits bright holy light. The murderous aura that bursts out can intimidate the monks under the Great Saint.

The monk under the Holy King is afraid that he will not be able to get close to his body, and there will be danger of falling once he gets close.

The Angel Clan is a big clan in the heaven world, and there are countless clan members. However, there are only a handful of great saints who can cultivate twelve angel wings. Shu Yong failed to recognize who was lying on the ground.

Another one is pitch black all over and the surface of the skin is full of profound fantasy inscriptions.

Even if there is no activation, the ordinary great saint will instantly fall into a illusion and become confused when they get close to ten feet.

At this moment, there were already seven great saints who were trapped in the illusion, walking like a walking corpse stall. It is conceivable how terrible the inscription on the corpse is, which is impossible to control. It can be called a priceless treasure.

Shu Qianchi is dismembering the body.

The corpses of the demigod of the Angel Clan have been divided and piled up into more than ten parts.

The twelve angel wings were placed in a pile, and a sign was set up in front of them, which read: "The wings of the demigod can refine flying secret treasures. A pair of 200 divine stones, if you don't sell them alone, you won't bargain."

The characters were written by Shu Yong.

Shu Yong swears that writing these disgusting words is definitely not to divide the divine stones from Shu Qianchi. He is a principled and well-behaved person.

However, the hatred of factions in the Book and Heaven Realms is profound.

The Heaven Realm's faction masters are more powerful in supporting the Confucian world and targeting the book world everywhere. The monks in the book world have suffered many great losses, but they are difficult to take revenge.

When he wrote these words and participated in the sale of the corpses of the demigods of the angel clan, he felt relieved and felt that he was revenge. However, on the surface, it could not be revealed.

Thinking of this, Shu Yong added another line of words to the sign: "A monk from Heaven, 10% off."

"Brother Shu, do you think I'm good at writing like this?" Shu Yong asked.

Zhang Ruochen was stunned for a moment, nodded, and said, "Okay, no problem. Keep going, I have dug up the Holy Source!"

“Will the price be too high?”

Shu Yong has no experience in this area and is worried that he will not be able to sell it.

Zhang Ruochen said: "The wings of the demigod angel have already grown into a charm, which is extremely rare. I think it is low for two hundred divine stones! However, I have been short of divine stones recently, so I should sell them as a bargain!"

Zhang Ruochen needed a divine stone, not only to activate the sundial, but also to purchase other cultivation resources, which cost a lot.

As for Zhenyuan, after thinking about it carefully, Zhang Ruochen felt that the probability of being recognized was very low. Most of the time, Zhenyuan had seen his face and guessed that he was transformed by a monk from Kunlun Realm. He might not have thought he was Emperor Wen.

Anyway, Master Tai has already spoken, so he doesn't have to be restrained, so he will naturally be fearless.

However, writing is still a waste!

It is too easy to have flaws and too easy to be exposed.

This angel demigod with twelve wings is naturally the second-ranked Killing Emperor in the Tiansha Organization, and the tarsal bone.

After a while, Zhang Ruochen peeled off Mo Yang's skin.

Apart from this skin, Mo Yang's body as a great saint of spiritual power is really not worth much money.

There were more and more monks watching at the corpse stall.

There is no way, it's too shocking!

Two well-dressed scholars of Confucianism and Taoism sold corpses on the street, and their three views were shattered. What was even more shocking was that one of the corpses sold was the demigod of the Twelve-Winged Angel Clan.

Not any demigod of the angel tribe can cultivate the twelve wings, and the ten wings are the norm.

"Shu Yong? Oh my God, it's really you. I thought I had recognized the wrong person."

A handsome man in white, holding a folding fan in his hand and a green pen on his head, crossed the illusion, came to the corpse stall and said in shock: "Where did these two corpses come from? How could you, a mediocre saint of calligraphy, do such a thing? It is a disgrace to be a gentleman, and it is a disgrace to be a gentleman."

Shu Yong showed an awkward look, and for a moment, he didn't know how to answer.

"I have never seen such a scene before. No, I have to draw it."

The man in white looked at it for a while, took off the pen on his head, and directly outlined it in the void.

As soon as I finished writing, the rules of heaven and earth gathered together, forming a scroll of more than meter long.

Zhang Ruochen asked, "Who is this person?"

"Hua Chunqiu." Shu Yong whispered.

Zhang Ruochen felt a little familiar with him, thought about it carefully, and then thought about it, "Who was the one who painted the "Nine Immortals Beauty"?"

Shu Yong nodded.

"Brother Hua, why did you draw again?"

Another person walked through the crowd watching, walked up and walked straight towards Hua Chunqiu. The man, wearing a big red robe, was burly and dark in shape, like a bull.

Seeing this person, Zhang Ruochen showed a look of surprise and smiled unconsciously.

Shu Yong's face changed slightly and he said, "This man is quite a bit of a small background. He is the son-in-law of the Lord of the Truth Palace. He is a top figure who came out of the Fengshen Camp. Although he looks like a fool, his talent is amazing."

Zhang Ruochen still recognized Xiang Chunan's cultivation talent and nodded slightly.

However, how could Xiang Chunan, a black man, be called brothers with the handsome Hua Chunqiu?

The two of them don't seem to be like the same person.

"Bang!"

The painting in front of Hua Chunqiu burst into pieces, and was smashed by Xiang Chunan.

The ink spreads all over the floor.

Hua Chunqiu has a very headache, and it is not the first time!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional, I'll definitely not be there next time!" Xiang Chunan said anxiously, very blaming himself.

Hua Chunqiu endured it again and again, gritted his teeth and said, "Can you stop following me? I just want to draw a picture."

"I swear, I really won't be there next time! I will definitely be very careful." Xiang Chunan said.

Hua Chunqiu lost interest in painting another picture, what could he do? He could only sigh. Why did he provoke this black fool?

He said he had a destiny to be with him, but he could not even get rid of him after him.

At this time, Xiang Chunan saw Zhang Ruochen and Shu Yong's corpse stalls, walked over in surprise, and said, "Two gentlemen, how did you Confucian and Taoist monks start such a business?"

Shu Yong was embarrassed again and covered his face to avoid it.

Zhang Ruochen was extremely open and said, "Just sell it as the meat of a holy beast, you can sell some divine stones."

"I like it because I have a personality. Brother, do you have a surname?" Xiang Chunan asked.

"Book!"

"Brother Shu! I am a disciple of the Temple of Truth. Xiang Chunan, just call me Chunan!"

...

Zhang Ruochen and Xiang Chunan had a while of greeting, and soon they became familiar with each other and began to call each other brothers and had a great time talking.

Zhang Ruochen learned that Xiang Chunan and Qingsixue, the daughter of the Lord of the Temple of Truth, had already married, and immediately felt regretful and claimed that they had met too late and could not have had the wedding banquet.

Xiang Chunan was generous and told Zhang Ruochen that he could make up for it tonight and he would treat him.

Hua Chunqiu and Shu Yong had a good relationship and had a deep friendship. They sat beside him and said with a serious expression: "It's wonderful to use this trick to disgusting the faction of the Heaven Realm. However, where did these two corpses come from?"

"Brother Shu, where did these two corpses come from?" Shu Yong turned to ask Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen said: "I picked it up."

“Picked up.”

Shu Yong forwarded it to Hua Chunqiu.

Hua Chunqiu nodded cautiously and said, "It's good to pick it up, it can avoid a lot of trouble. Even if the monks from the Heavenly Realm come to us, we don't have to be afraid. Anyway, we don't kill people."

"Why are we? What does it have to do with you?" Shu Yong said.

Hua Chunqiu snorted coldly: "You are so fussy, how can the monks from the Heavenly Realm not be angry? Just you, Shu Yong, can withstand it?"

"Wow!"

Folding fan is displayed.

Hua Chunqiu waved his fan and said, "I, Hua Chunqiu, are you afraid of trouble? My factions in the painting world and the heaven world are as deep as the sea and are irreconcilable. By the way, if these things are sold, can I share a divine stone?"

Shu Yong was stunned for a while and said, "This... I can't make a decision."

Zhang Ruochen was also generous and kicked Mo Yang's body over and said, "Brother Hua is a strong man, a hero who shares weal and woe. This corpse belongs to you, I don't want any of the divine stones sold."

Hua Chunqiu checked Mo Yang's body and saw that the person had extremely high mental power in front of him. He used his mental power to temper some special textures on his body.

Although its value is far less than that of the corpse of the angel demigod, it is still full of treasures.
To be continued...