Ye Qingfeng smiled and said concisely and concisely: "Go back, sixteen million catties of gold, come and redeem it."
Sixteen million kilograms of source?!
Just saying one more word will result in an extra million kilograms of energy?!
One word means one million kilograms of source?!
If it weren't for the protection of the Emperor's Cauldron, the dozen or so Immortal Stage Realms from the Jiuli Dynasty would have been eager to rush up and tear Ye Qingfeng into pieces.
And the Jiuli Immortal Realm who opened his mouth to persuade him wanted to cut out his own tongue.
No one thought that a little girl who looked less than three years old could be so arrogant!
But then I thought about it, a little girl who has two imperial weapons at the same time should be so arrogant.
Jiuli's world-famous Black Armored Army suddenly became mute. They did not dare to make noises in front of Ye Qingfeng, so they could only negotiate with the old emperor's uncle.
But those black-armored soldiers were all furious, and they cursed with anger in their hearts:
"If the sky is crazy, there will be rain; if people are crazy, there will be disaster. Look at how arrogant that little girl can be.
Damn that stinky girl! Two emperor soldiers share the same palm, they are not very capable, but two great reminders come together, they really have the qualifications of the emperor, the real qualifications of the emperor!"
Uncle Jiuli, the old emperor, has white hair sprouting out from his head.
He had great military exploits and unparalleled fame in his life. He had knelt down in heaven and earth, as well as all the ancestors of Jiuli. Even the current leader of Jiuli had never knelt down, but now he knelt down like a little Ye Qingfeng.
The plan of redeeming nine liters of eight million jins was not completed, but he had to go back home and go to the king to ask for another eight million jins.
He raised his eyes and stared at Ye Qingfeng with a murderous aura, wanting to speak again.
However, Ye Qingfeng was not afraid at all, his heartbeat did not even beat faster, and he looked at the other party calmly.
One old man and one young man, their four gazes were like sharp swords, clashing silently in mid-air.
After a while, it seemed that both sides were tied, with no one defeated.
Uncle Jiuli already knows that this little girl is not a soft persimmon, but has a rare kingly character, and she is definitely a person who speaks the truth.
Therefore, the old Emperor Jiuli did not speak, and only glanced at the great Kou Tutian, whom he had met several times.
"Please give me some advice." Emperor Jiuli sent a message to Tu Tian.
"I can't help." Tu Tian hugged the magic jar tightly and refused through a message.
We met a few times on some big occasions, and we only remembered each other's faces and names, not even just acquaintances.
In particular, the royal family of the Jiuli Dynasty looked down upon him, a bandit leader who made his fortune by relying on magic pots.
But having said that, without relying on the Sky-Swallowing Devil Jar, Tu Tian wouldn't be able to become one of the Thirteen Great Bandits of the Eastern Wasteland.
"Sixteen million kilograms is too much. How much you can lose will be divided into...one-fifth of what you lose." Emperor Jiuli was bargaining with a bandit leader, but he was forced to have no choice.
Who keeps the cool breeze and oil and salt from the leaves?
And if you directly ask Ye Qingfeng to grind the price, the source you want will definitely rise again and again.
Uncle Jiuli couldn't find Ye Qingfeng, so he could only find the minions around Ye Qingfeng, the minions in the Immortal Stage.
"Haha, although one-fifth is very tempting..." Tu Tian hugged the Sky-Swallowing Magic Jar, shaking his shoulders and laughing, his face glowing with oil.
Everyone saw that a bandit leader was negotiating with an uncle of the Immortal Dynasty via voice transmission.
Tu Tian smiled like an ordinary man's ambition. He stood next to Ye Qingfeng, without any concealment, cheered up, and continued to send a message and replied:
"Although one-fifth is tempting, I am just a pawn and cannot be the master of those I serve.
Besides, since you, a prince of the Jiuli Dynasty, are still in my magic jar, it is natural for our little ancestor to ask for millions more kilograms of gold."
Unexpectedly, the uncle of the Jiuli Dynasty immediately replied:
"The prince can be reborn, but he is not worth those millions of jins of Yuan. You can get rid of him, just reduce the amount of Yuan to 8 million jins."
"Hahaha!" Tu Tian burst out laughing, laughing so hard that he fell back and forth.
"Old Seven, what's so funny?" the other bandit leaders asked with playful smiles.
Tu Tian specifically turned to look at Ye Qingfeng and told him truthfully:
"The imperial uncle Jiuli said that the seventeenth prince who was trapped is worthless. He can be killed. I just want the ransom to be reduced to eight million catties."
"You have become a lobbyist." Ye Qingfeng glanced at Tu Tian, but refused to give in, and said forcefully, "Sixteen million kilograms of source, not one kilogram less. Otherwise..."
After saying this, Ye Qingfeng curved his lips and smiled again, looked at the imperial uncle Jiuli, the eighteen black-armored soldiers behind him, and the dragon horses beside them, and said:
"Otherwise, I will take you all into the cauldron, all of you will enter the cauldron."
The old barbarian men looked at the snow-white and handsome dragon horses, couldn't help but lick the corners of their mouths, and interrupted at the right time:
"Eat it, eat it, eat it all."
"hiss!"
The snow-white and strong dragon horse was so frightened that he couldn't help but want to run away.
Everyone in Jiuli looked extremely ugly.
If they are also taken in, the ransom will rise again.
Uncle Jiuli clenched his iron fist, and that little girl really opened her mouth like a lion.
Instead, Tu Tian sent a message to comfort him: "You, the Jiuli Dynasty, can't even produce 16 million kilograms of energy. Isn't this too cowardly? It can't even compare to the Flucescence Light of Donghuang?
"
Unexpectedly, the more Tu Tian comforted him, the angrier Emperor Jiuli became.
This is not a comfort to Tu Tian, it is clearly a provocation!
Jiuli Dynasty has a deeper foundation than Yaoguang, but with 16 million kilograms of resources, the entire Jiuli Dynasty has to be stripped of its skin!
Do you want the entire dynasty to eat chaffy vegetables?
"Long-winded and hesitant."
Ye Qingfeng was no longer too lazy to talk too much. With a move of his hand, the Sky-Swallowing Devil Jar was placed in front of her.
Tu Tian was smiling like a flower just a moment ago, but as soon as the Sky-Swallowing Devil Jar was released from his hands, he immediately panicked and his eyes widened in worry.
Ye Qingfeng held the jar with both hands and pointed the mouth of the jar at everyone in Jiuli.
The sky-swallowing magic jar was at Ye Qingfeng's whim. Without waiting for Ye Qingfeng to inject his magic power, the dark hole was swung violently.
In an instant, an irresistible force of absorption came towards the Jiuli people.
They were suppressed by the imperial power of the Emperor Cauldron and could not escape at all.
"Crash!"
The nineteen Jiuli people, together with the nineteen dragons and horses, were all put into the sky-swallowing magic jar.
It was pitch black inside the magic jar.
Even the king of Xian Sanzhan Dao cannot see things and cannot tell the difference between north, south, east and west.
They only felt that in an instant, they were abandoned in the depths of the vast universe, in endless darkness and desolation.
"Let us out! Let us out!"
The Jiuli soldiers who were put into the magic jar used their spiritual power and shouted loudly.
But they never heard anyone else's voice except their own.
They used their majestic magic power to break this barrier, but all the magic power they exerted was like a stone cow entering the sea, without causing any ripples.
In that boundless darkness, each of their Immortal Stages was as small as dust and ants.
The great panic occupied their powerful minds and eroded their strong spiritual will.
Ye Qingfeng held the jar with both hands, looking in through the mouth of the jar unhurriedly and calmly.