Zhong Limeng and his fellow apprentices had no clue.
Out of caution, Zhong Limeng carefully put away the storage ring.
Wei Zhenfang's words were so weird that no one easily believed him. Coupled with Fu Haotian's consistent hypocrisy, everyone made a conspiracy to be on guard and left each other.
The inner courtyard of the Immortal Palace.
Wei Zhenfang stepped into the garden in high spirits, walking forward with his hands behind his back and his face was radiant.
His arrogant look made a group of old men feel jealous in their eyes.
However, Wei Zhenfang had fought against the eight heaven-level demon clans, and even if they were dissatisfied, they did not dare to show it.
The strong are respected, this is an eternal truth.
The masters can only smile on their faces and feel embarrassed in their hearts.
Wei Zhenfang became more and more proud as he walked straight through several courtyard gates. He walked steadily forward, filling his aura, and there was no other scumbag in his eyes.
Until he was about to enter the secret room, an old man came forward to perform a ceremony.
"Brother Wei."
"We have returned successfully. You have also taken the heaven-level elixir to regenerate your palms. If there is nothing important, you might as well hand over the storage bracelet or count the demon corpses. This is the important thing at the moment."
Wei Zhenfang looked indifferently and did not respond.
With just that glance, the old man seemed to be enveloped by invisible pressure, with a bit of fear in his eyes.
Wei Zhenfang looked indifferent, and his expert demeanor became more and more natural.
He had seen through everything and asked in a domineering and powerful voice.
"What? Are you teaching me how to do something?"
The corners of the old man's mouth twitched, and his face alternated between green and red.
What a great Wei Zhenfang.
I don’t know what kind of bullshit luck it is that my cultivation level has greatly improved and I can fight against the eight demons. After only a few days of hard work, I can actually pretend to be so good.
What a villain!
Angry and angry, he could only smile and salute.
"Wei, Mr. Wei is joking, how dare I overstep..."
"However, the demon corpses will be counted in three days. This matter is related to Mr. Fu's plan. You have recovered, so please hand over the storage bracelet first."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Zhenfang's face turned even colder.
"snort."
"I'm fighting against the eight demons. Can you imagine the dangers? I still have to nurse myself back to health for a few days. I'll talk about other things later!"
With a cold voice, all the old man's words were stuck in his throat.
"yes."
Facing such a powerful Wei Zhenfang, he could only grit his teeth and leave.
Passing through several courtyard gates along the way, his face became more and more gloomy as he walked.
Finally returned to the front hall.
Fu Haotian, who was seated at the main seat, was paying attention expectantly, with a confident smile on his face.
"Mr. Feng, how are you?"
The old man bowed slowly, looking a little embarrassed.
"Sir, Wei Zhenfang claimed that he wanted to go into seclusion, and said that we would discuss it in three days! Most of the demon corpses are in his storage bracelet, so I'm afraid something big will happen."
As soon as the words fell, the hall suddenly fell silent.
Many masters had complicated expressions on their faces, but they were angry at Wei Zhenfang's arrogance but dared not say anything.
Fu Haotian was generous and just nodded with a smile.
"It doesn't matter."
"Old Wei fought hard against the eight demons and needs to recuperate. It is reasonable for us to wait patiently for three days. Could you please Mr. Feng to go there again and ask Mr. Wei how many demon corpses there are, I know well."
"There is no need to rush the inventory. The demon corpse is in Mr. Wei's hands, so there is no rush."
Fu Haotian is still so calm and confident, and his words reveal good emotional intelligence.
It not only gives people face, but also shows their generosity to win people's hearts.
The old man looked grateful and immediately left as ordered.
Walk to the backyard again.
His anger had obviously subsided a lot, and he calmed down and bowed towards the secret room.
"Forgive me, Mr. Wei. I would like to ask you for advice. I wonder how many demon corpses are in the storage bracelet?"
In the secret room, Wei Zhenfang was about to start adjusting his breath.
Suddenly hearing this kind of voice transmission, the annoyance of being disturbed jumped up on my brows, so I just spoke perfunctorily according to my impression.
"A thousand!"
A voice of thanks came from outside the door, and he left in a hurry.
Wei Zhenfang was about to continue adjusting his breath, when suddenly a light flashed in his mind.
yes.
There are nearly a thousand demon corpses in front of him.
If you give it to Fu Haotian, it won't affect the overall situation. After all, the demon corpses given by your seniors are overwhelming in terms of grade and quantity. If you really give it to Fu Haotian, you can get at most one or two heaven-level elixirs.
It would be very different if he gave the bracelet to Miss Zhongli.
Not only is Fu Haotian bound to lose, but he can also be the icing on the cake to gain personal favors. How can a mere heaven-level elixir be compared to Miss Zhongli's favors?
Maybe, this matter can make the seniors more satisfied.
If that senior is satisfied, these thousand demon corpses will be worth a thousand times.
Which one is lighter and which one is more important is clear at a glance.
The more he thought about it, the more reliable it became, and Wei Zhenfang slapped his thigh.
"Yes! In three days, all demonic corpses will be handed over to Miss Zhongli!"
Just thinking about the benefits and consequences, Wei Zhenfang's face was already full of smiles, and he couldn't help but secretly boast that he had become much more skillful in recuperating.
The power of the avenue echoed in the secret room, as if he was really a master.
at the same time.
The old man hurried back to the hall and announced the result loudly.
"Sir, Mr. Wei still has a thousand demonic corpses in his hands!"
When these words came out, all the experts present looked excited.
There are also a thousand demon corpses.
This personal inheritance battle is absolutely guaranteed to win!
They exchanged glances quietly, and everyone looked proud.
Looking at the main seat, the smiles in the old men's eyes became even stronger. Even if they were not allowed to speak, their expectant expressions were already full of the meaning of asking for credit.
Fu Haotian's eyes glowed, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly!
"good!"
"There are a thousand demon corpses, and the winner of this personal battle has been decided. This time I went to Shuihan Star to hunt demons. All the seniors have done a great job for their hard work. In three days, I will become the chief disciple. I must thank you very much!"
After hearing the promise of heavy rewards, a group of old men were full of energy and clasped their fists.
"Thank you, sir!"
There were endless compliments and compliments.
"Young Master is kind and generous, and he is truly destined by fate!"
"We sincerely wish Mr. Fu that he will inherit Cangyun Tiangong in the future and his name will be passed down forever!"
"I am honored to serve you, and we will be lucky for the rest of our lives!"
"Congratulations, sir!"
A burst of admiration and laughter echoed, and the whole hall was filled with joy.
Fu Haotian sat firmly on the jade chair, the confident light in his eyes shining like stars.