In the Tangmen forging room, Tang Feng was handling the newly released forging materials. His hand had an old injury and his strength was not as good as before.
But after all, he is a master of the first generation, and a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, so he will definitely not be any worse.
Tang Feng was sweating profusely. After handing the forging materials to someone aside, he took the handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Forging treasures is a physical job.
Blacksmiths, to put it bluntly, are people who do hard work.
Tang Feng walked out of the forging room, took a shower and changed into clean clothes.
He has a habit of taking a sip after forging a treasure.
Life needs a sense of ritual, and so does Tang Feng.
The waiter hurried over, broke into the door, and shouted: "It's not good! Grandmaster Tang! It's not good! Something big has happened!"
Tang Feng didn't like being disturbed, so he frowned, took a sip of sweet wine, and asked, "What happened?
How is it appropriate to be in a panic?
It’s totally outrageous.”
"Master Tang, something happened to the Nianxia clan, and it's a big deal!"
The little waiter said anxiously.
"explain."
Tang Feng was methodical and neither hurried nor slow.
"The Nianxia Clan has refused to cooperate with the Tang Clan, and has said in public that they will no longer have any business dealings with the Tang Clan! Not to mention supplies that are five times the price, even if they are discounted, they don't want them!"
"What..." Tang Feng lost his grip and smashed the wine glass in his hand to the ground. He stood up suddenly and panicked. He stared at the waiter and asked, "How is this possible?
The Thousand Clans Competition is coming soon, and it’s the time when the tribes need supplies in the next year. Even if they don’t want supplies five times the price, they don’t dare to cut off cooperation with the Tang Clan?
Did you hear wrongly?"
"Grandmaster, I heard you right. Everyone knows about this."
The waiter said with a cry: "It is said that Ye Wuhen from Moyuan brought supplies to the Nianxia Clan and sold them to the Nianxia Clan at a price that is 50% lower than the market price. He only needs one request to restore Lu Wenshan's
The elder position, and re-accept Lu Chen back into the clan! The most frightening thing is that the materials brought by Ye Wuhen, which the clan leader personally liquidated in Nianxia, are more than 20% purer than the formation materials we and Huiguang Lane have!
"
Tang Feng suddenly felt a headache when he listened to the waiter's chatter, which was like a gust of wind.
He never expected that things would develop like this... If so, wouldn't his monopoly on formation materials cause Tangmen to lose money?
Wait! Tang Feng grabbed the waiter's lapel hard and asked: "Three thousand generations of formation materials have been monopolized by the Tang clan. No matter how capable Ye Wuhen is, he can't get the materials. His materials will never be available."
Where did it come from?
Have you found out this matter clearly?"
The waiter cried so hard that he nodded like a fool: "I have found out clearly that those supplies were the expired supplies that Ye Wuhen took from Huiguang Lane. Ye Wuhen has the ability to restore the expired supplies.
A fresh skill! She also made a promise to the Nianxia Clan’s elders’ hall. From now on, the Nianxia Clan’s resources and materials will not have to worry about it, all will be handed over to her. Not only can she sign a transaction contract with the Nianxia Clan, but she can also swear to guarantee it forever.
No price increase! The Nianxia clan has been holding their breath for a long time. Now, they no longer need the Tang Sect’s supplies!"
Tang Feng was stunned and stunned.
He slowly let go of his hand, and the waiter was freed and fell to the ground. His knee touched the fragments of the broken wine glass, causing blood to pierce him.
The waiter was in so much pain that he didn't even dare to scream.
"Master Tang! The sect leader asked you to come over."
Outside, a voice sounded.
Tang Feng's face was ashen, and he sat helplessly on the chair, with a look of despair on his face, and murmured: "How could this happen?"
"The ability to restore past materials to freshness..." "Is there really such a heaven-defying ability in the world?
How is that possible?
!”
Tang Feng could no longer maintain his smiling face and became hysterical.
After several rounds of sparring with Ye Wuhen, he has never won. First, he lost the Qinglian clan's token, and then the Nanshan clan leader died in front of his eyes. Now, it's better, he has monopolized all the formation materials, and let his cleverness monopolize all the formation materials.
Not only did the Tang clan lose all their money, but he also completely offended the Nianxia clan! Not only that, he also made the Nianxia clan and Moyuan more united! Tang Feng was dizzy and rubbed his temples vigorously.
"Master Tang, please, don't keep the sect master waiting any longer."
Outside the door, the ruthless and cruel voice sounded.
Tang Feng gasped for air, stood up from the chair with his hands firmly on the handle, and walked out the door with the help of the waiter.
Tang Feng knew exactly what kind of accountability he was about to face next! Ye Wuhen! Tang Feng was furious and his eyes widened! ...But in the black market's Huiguang Alley, at the innermost Xiong's shop, Xiong Dazheng was whipping him with a whip
The youngest son is a bear egg.
Bear Egg is not very old, but his bones are very hard.
Even though he was covered in blood, he still insisted on saying: "I want to guard that goddess land! Even if you break my legs, I will crawl over, unless you beat me to death, even so, I will
My soul also wants to wander there."
Yes, that wasteland that everyone avoids has a nice name here in Xiongdan: Goddess Land.
Xiong Da was so angry with his youngest son that he jumped and wanted to whip him again, but looking at the injuries on Xiong Dan's body and the boy's stubborn eyes, Xiong Da suddenly lost his strength.
Xiong Da weakly threw away the blood-stained whip and sat on the stone pillar beside him. He took the tea cup brought by Butler Xiong and said, "Boss Xiong, take a rest. The child is young and ignorant, and he is at the age of rebellion.
The older you get, the more separated you will be from father and son."
"These days, there are only two good things."
Xiong Da sighed and said: "The first thing is that Ye Wuhen bought the waste land for a high price of five million, and the second thing is that Ye Wuhen took away the expired materials and saved a processing fee."
"Dad! Dad!"
The eldest son of the Xiong family hurried in.
Xiong Da frowned, his face full of impatience: "Why are you as frizzy as your brother?"
"Dad! Do you know what's happening outside?"
asked the eldest son.
"What happened?
Could it be that the King of Heaven and Earth in Qinglian and the King of Ghosts in the Evil Palace broke their shoes?"
Xiong Da said impatiently.
The eldest son shook his head and spoke with red eyes: "Ye Wuhen brought a batch of formation materials to the Nianxia Clan and sold them to the Nianxia Clan. The Nianxia Clan threatened to cut off business relations with you, Tang Clan."
Xiong Da stopped joking, put down his tea cup, stood up, and asked seriously: "What's going on?
How could Ye Wuhen have formation materials that night?
Where did he come from?"
"Dad! That batch of supplies was taken from our Xiongjiapu!"
"We sold the supplies to Ye Wuhen?
Why didn’t I know?”
Xiong Da frowned, confused.
Suddenly, Xiong stared: "Is it that batch of expired supplies?"