"This son of a medical scientist inherits the essence of the school!"

The son of a famous scholar couldn't help but sigh, and he felt ashamed of himself.

The Hundred Schools of Studies were originally born in ancient times and were born based on various industries.

In that era, civilization developed leapfrogly, and various industries were divided from basic farming, which led to the birth of the Hundred Schools.

It can be said that hundreds of schools of thought came into being and were born to shoulder the mission.

That time was the golden age of the Hundred Schools.

Even if Baizi returns now, leading to the revival of various schools, it still fails to return to its peak.

After all, since the end of ancient times, the ideas of the school of hundreds of schools have been dispersed into the world, and the essence of practice has been divided up by the three schools, and the remaining industry concepts have been more or less inherited.

When the hundreds of schools of thought were revived, I found that I was a little ‘redundant’.

Until today, the son of a medical scientist took the stage to make his passionate words aroused everyone's hearts.

The Hundred Schools of Thoughts can no longer bear mediocrity. The election of Emperor Dai Tian in front of them is their return to the glorious era.

Under the sacrifice platform, the atmosphere began to change.

Originally, various schools of thought were afraid of war and were often restrained.

It's funny that Baizi has come a lot, but the challenge he just came on stage was a little bit dissatisfied with.

This is the hundreds of schools of thought today. They no longer have the passion of the past, but have become proficient in calculating and know how to preserve their strength.

Until the doctor said something and woke them up, if they were lost, even if the hundred schools of thought were reborn, they would be just a beggar version of Taoism.

"Good statement!"

Suddenly, a figure jumped onto the rooftop, "Wumen, my son of the merchant challenged you!"

Fang Dou took a few more glances when he heard this name. After all, the successor of the merchants was the leader of a hundred schools of thought in the previous battle of orthodox new life.

The son of this businessman is not very amazing. At best, he is at the top and did not expect to challenge him.

"Wumen, I know that you will either die or be injured!"

"But the doctor is right. My school of hundreds of schools has always been aroused in times of great competition. It is like a big fish that is experiencing a tide. Either crossing the dragon gate or drowning in the torrent, there is no third way!"

"Now, you can use the magical powers of the Plague Tribe!"

Fang Dou also discovered that the many schools around him were beginning to become different. They seemed to have found their goals and directions and began to rejuvenate new powers.

"I didn't expect that just by the doctor's words, the hundreds of schools can rekindle their faith!"

The power of faith is extremely powerful and is gradually brewing now.

Wumen didn't say anything, and reached out to grab the void, and a rustling sound rang around him.

Looking closely, crystal grains of rice flowed between Wumen's fingers, connecting them into a thread in the air.

Everyone forgot that in addition to the magical powers of the Plague Tribe, he also has the inheritance of the witch sect.

Mo Duyu faces ordinary hundred sons and uses the Fire Tribe Tianzhang to win easily. However, when he used the magical powers of the plague tribe to the sons of a medical scientist just now, he was nothing more than respecting the other party.

The son of the merchant in front of him is not worthy of his use of the magical powers of the Plague Tribe.

"This is……"

Behind the son of the famous master, Yuan Ming was slightly surprised and subconsciously looked in the direction of Fang Dou.

Fang Dou seemed to notice his gaze, turned his head and smiled at him.

Yuan Ming quickly lowered his head, his heart pounding, "Unfathomable, unfathomable!"

He suddenly discovered a big secret, and this Wumen seemed to have something to do with his master.

Over the years, many spiritual rice have been circulated in the world, but only Gouqushan’s disciples know that the spiritual rice in their master’s hands is unique and far beyond the comparison of others, and there are even supporting magic.

However, Yuan Ming was a little familiar when he saw Wumen casting spells.

"Yuan Ming..."

Yuan Ming was confused and suddenly was startled by the son of a famous artist.

"There are so many people here, don't do anything extra!"

It turns out that the son of a famous master should pay attention to him and remind him kindly.

"knew!"

...

Sacrifice on the rooftop!

The son of a merchant, who has demonstrated his unique skills in the school, is full of various coins, including shell coins, sword coins, cloth coins, leather coins, etc.

If you have more money, you may be a little mediocre, but you won’t be around him, because many coins are antiques and have a heavy history.

With the display of merchants' magical powers, countless coins flew like rain, and they were fighting with the spiritual rice produced by Wumen.

The responsibilities of the Dingding Ding, the coins and the spiritual rice confronted each other, and even made a tragic sound of swords and galloping.

It can be imagined how violent the two of them had a magical confrontation?

The merchant's magical powers gradually showed their uniqueness. With the confrontation between coins and spiritual rice, the mana not only did not lose, but instead increased. It seemed that every time he charged and confronted, his mana would rise.

"Good guy, have the mutual exchanges and their wealth doubles!"

This is the concept of merchants. Since the ancient industry differentiated, the surplus of materials has led to the concept of merchants.

Although merchants do not produce any materials, they can increase their wealth through business cycles, which is a magical means.

When used in fighting, merchants' magical powers are created out of nothing, constantly increasing their value in mana, and overwhelming them step by step.

"Wumen, if you don't use the magical powers of the Plague Tribe, you will be defeated!"

The son of the merchant couldn't help but urge.

"No hurry, take a look!"

Wumen was very interested and observed the various coins flying in the sky.

"Okay, let you see it!"

The son of the merchant shouted loudly, "Borrowing profits through loans, making something out of nothing!"

From his body, dozens of times that were hundreds of times more powerful fluctuations appeared, and the magic power increased to an incredible level in an instant.

"Name, is this?"

Yuan Ming was jealous of the other party. He had such a powerful technique, and his strength increased by hundreds or ten times in just an instant.

"This is a common trick for merchants. By borrowing mortgages, one penny can make a business worth 100 penny."

"If you win, you can fill in one or two more. If you lose, you will be doomed!"

...

On the ritual platform, the son of the merchant ushered in this wave of explosion, and the coins in the sky shone brightly in an instant.

In the end, the light gathers into a giant object, round inside and square outside, and contrasts with the two things of heaven and earth.

‘Brother Kong Fang’!

This thing is an indispensable thing in the world, indispensable for everyone, and is salivating from the mouth and coveting in the heart.

One word is called ‘money’.

The two words are called "Qingfeng".

The three words are called ‘Ghost Pushing Mill’.

The four words are called "Shangqing Boy".

The son of a merchant summoned this coin with a hundredfold increase in his skills. He summoned this coin, square inside and round outside, without any engravings on both sides. He is the mother of money from all dynasties, also known as the "mold".

A copper coin weighs more than Mount Tai.

"go!"

I saw the copper coin slowly spinning and crushing towards Wumen.

Seeing this, Wumen sneered, "Although the money is good, how can you fill your hunger when you are hungry, and how can you wear clothes when you are cold?"

"You have a big money, I have two handfuls of white rice!"

"Let's weigh one or two, is it your money or my rice weighing!"

As soon as the words were finished, Wumen's palms gathered together, and crystal grains of rice gathered into two piles in the palms.

"bring it on!"

The son of the merchant raised the big money, and Wumen mastered the spiritual rice, and he wanted to compare the importance of the sacrifice platform.
Chapter completed!