Ma Chengwu didn't know Hu Huan's identity, but he had guessed that he was probably very young.
The young man, the son-in-law of the Demon Ling family, seems to be very familiar with Zhou Qiusheng...
The combination of these conditions made him doubtless that this pretender was just nonsense in reality, which really underestimated his centuries-old wisdom.
Of course Ma Chengwu knew that Zhou Qiusheng was not interested in the Netherworld Law at all, and he couldn't possibly care about Juju. After all, this guy didn't ask for anything from the Qianlong Army, so how much could he take it seriously?
He guessed that it was Hu Huan, a young man, who was moved by compassion, so Zhou Qiusheng came forward once, but he didn't use much effort, so he tried it out.
Hu Huan's performance made him doubt his guess. After pondering for a while, Ma Chengwu asked: "What do you want?"
Elizabeth was by the side and couldn't help but interjected: "I have my great-grandfather's notes. How many fetish cards are you willing to play?"
Ma Chengwu laughed dumbly. He suddenly felt that he had made a mistake in making decisions about these two young people.
Ma Chengwu said to Elizabeth calmly: "I don't need Stefan's notes!"
There was one sentence he didn't say: "If Stefan's notes record a large number of cultivation techniques, how could you, a granddaughter of unknown generations, be so weak?"
Although Elizabeth is at the top of the second level, Ma Chengwu's most ineffective son is already at the second level, so how can he take her seriously?
Elizabeth blushed deeply, her pretty face dripping with blood, and whispered: "My great-grandfather's notes are also very precious."
Hu Huan really didn't want to see this girl and was so reprimanded by Ma Chengwu that she couldn't get off the stage.
Of course he knew why Ma Chengwu looked down upon Stefan's notes. Stefan was one of the five military commanders back then, and was similar in strength to Mostima, but he was known to be a careless person.
To put it nicely, it is called heroic.
Not only did he fail to form his own power and expand his family, he even failed to keep his great-granddaughter in the conference room. How could he have any notes recording secrets?
Ma Chengwu is also an ancient person. He has lived for hundreds of years, and only things belonging to the Thirteenth Elder will be remembered by him.
Hu Huan knocked on the table lightly and said, "Why don't we show what trading cards we can use?"
Ma Chengwu nodded, laid out ten fetish cards, and said: "That's all for now, and..."
He put Juju on the table, and he didn't know what method the Dharma King of the Soul Sect used. Juju was shrunk into a palm-sized form. She looked really cute, but the gloomy aura on her body was also...
A lot has disappeared.
Hu Huan hesitated for a moment, then unsealed the flying scales and placed them on the table.
The rest of the fetish cards in Hu Huan's hand are unlikely to see the light of day, and he doesn't have many valuable items. Flying Scales is already an excellent choice.
Especially the unsealed Flying Scale is a special spiritual object. No matter how it is in the form of a fetish card, no one can see the details.
With the three-way train, Hu Huan has the confidence to eliminate Feilin.
Of course, Flying Scale also has the same benefits. It has attached abilities and can be paired with other fetish cards.
Three-way trains are not available.
But this advantage is not that important anymore when Santu Train has the attack power Shadow Claw.
Ma Chengwu raised his eyebrows and actually believed it. Hu Huan was the son-in-law of the Demon Ling family.
He was not one of the thirteen veterans of the Taiping Heavenly Soldiers, and he was not that familiar with the magic of magic. Moreover, Hu Huan and Sun You also hid some secrets of the magic of magic. Ma Chengwu could not tell at all that this spiritual object was a combination of three golden centipedes.
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Ma Chengwu casually clicked the button, and there was a desktop in front of him.
Hu Huan placed Feilin in a special position, and various data of Feilin were displayed in front of Ma Chengwu.
Elizabeth couldn't help but feel ashamed when she saw the two of them operating smoothly. She didn't have a round table, many functions couldn't be activated, and she didn't know what the two of them were doing.
She couldn't even bring out anything valuable.
The two air-eating insects that Elizabeth got have been given to her subordinates. Even if she keeps them in her hand, how can she have the nerve to take them out? In name, one of these two cards comes from Hu Huan and the other comes from Ma Chengwu.
Elizabeth couldn't help but thought to herself: "What a shame! A bunch of rich people."
Ma Chengwu said quietly: "It's a good thing, but it's a pity that I don't need it."
Hu Huan sighed and said, "I don't need a fetish card either."
Ma Chengwu is a third-level practitioner, and he has devoured several third-level Netherworld practitioners. He possesses many superpowers and has no shortage of flying skills. Apart from flying, Feiling Scales has nothing else to do.
What is the meaning of gold and color? For Lao Ma, it is not a problem at all.
What is the value of highly toxic spiritual energy?
Ma Chengwu's spiritual energy is cursed, and his rank is higher.
Hu Huan also sighed. He was the one who made the fetish card in Ma Chengwu's hand. It was really nothing good.
Elizabeth was anxious and asked: "Can you two sell me something?"
Ma Chengwu asked calmly: "What do you have?"
Elizabeth said with a clear face: "I have money."
Ma Chengwu said nothing.
Elizabeth glanced at Hu Huan for help. Hu Huan coughed lightly and said, "I don't need cash either."
Elizabeth couldn't help but cursed angrily in her mind: "Damn rich people, they don't pay any attention to buying things, they insist on bartering in this ancient and backward way."
Elizabeth is really at her wits end.
Ma Chengwu originally came for Zhou Qiusheng, but when Zhou Qiusheng was away, he casually tested Hu Huan, but failed, and he was no longer interested in staying.
Ma Chengwu nodded slightly to the two of them, and was about to exit the conference room when Zhou Qiusheng's figure came to life again. The mathematician's bold voice echoed across the round table and said, "How long have you been here?"
"It seemed like we were having a lot of fun chatting!"
Hu Huan sighed and said, "I'm not too happy!"
"Neither of us has what the other needs."
When Ma Chengwu saw Zhou Qiusheng coming up, he passed the little girl in red to Zhou Qiusheng without saying a word.
Zhou Qiusheng took out this lifelike little thing that was compressed into the size of a palm and said with a smile: "Mr. Enzo, what do you mean?"
Ma Chengwu replied; "A small gift."
Zhou Qiusheng played with it for a while, then he pushed out a box, passed it to Hu Huan, and said, "A small gift."
Hu Huan opened the box and put it aside calmly.
Zhou Qiusheng not only put the little girl in red in a box and sent it over, but also gave him twenty boxes of the best cigars.
Hu Huan touched his nose and said with a smile: "Let me give you a small gift too!"