"However, others only absorb a little bit, but you absorb all of it, making it impossible for others to absorb the energy of Hongmeng.
You are equivalent to cutting off other people's cultivation path. If all the martial arts cultivators knew that the Hongmeng Qi that had exploded in the past few years had been plundered by you, leaving those who practice Hongmeng Jue no longer able to improve their skills, how do you think everyone would treat them?
you?"
Gu Dongxing and Nan Mengyu were both shocked.
It is true that they have not violated the law, but if other practitioners of Hongmeng Jue find out that the people who have caused their skills to improve in the past few years are their two children, I am afraid that those people will immediately attack in groups.
The faces of Gu Dongxing and Nan Mengyu became ugly: the city lord was threatening them!
City Lord Wu Ying was still looking at them with a smile. It seemed that what he just said to Nan Mengyu and the others were just words like "The weather is very good today" and "Have you eaten?"
Nan Mengyu had no choice but to ask: "What does the city lord want?"
The city lord looked at Nan Mengyu with a smile: "Contribute the essence of the ancient version of Hongmeng Jue that you have learned! In this way, everyone will have the opportunity to practice the ancient version of Hongmeng Jue, and they will not blame you, but will also thank you."
In fact, Wuying himself wanted this skill because he felt that if he could break through the God of War, he could get rid of the gods of this small world and even become the true master of this world!
Although God is aloof, he has been asking him to send people to Bai Yujing all these years. He has already felt that the master of this world's injury has never healed. If he becomes stronger, he can completely replace God!
Nan Mengyu secretly resented: "We can hand over the ancient version of Hongmeng Jue that we have understood, but we need spiritual stones. Or, the city lord's palace can give us one billion spiritual stones at once, or each martial artist can use the ancient version.
Hongmeng Jue must give us one hundred thousand spiritual stones!"
The city lord naturally wants to capture the ancient version of Hongmeng Jue in the hands of the city lord's mansion, so that he can properly control the martial arts cultivators.
The city lord naturally has no shortage of spirit stones, but the number of one billion is too large, almost one-third of what the city lord's mansion has accumulated now. After all, he has to turn in spirit stones every year, and after so many years of saving, he only has three.
One billion spiritual stones.
"One billion is too much, let's say 100 million."
He cut off nine-tenths of it at once, and Nan Mengyu became depressed: "I remember that the simplified version of Hongmeng Jue in your city lord's palace sold for 100,000 spirit stones. Is the ancient version of Hongmeng not as good as the simplified version of Hongmeng Jue?
If one hundred thousand people buy this black stone worth millions of martial arts, you can get tens of billions of spiritual stones. I only need one billion, which is really not much."
Wu Yingping cursed in his heart: Damn woman, she robbed Hongmeng's energy, and she dared to ask him for the spirit stone!
Moreover, you dare to ask for so much!
But the city owner still had a smile on his face: "That's just your guess. People may not buy it. There are still many people like you who can't afford it. Forget it, I'll give you 200 million."
"So I only counted one hundred thousand people buying it. I didn't say one million people bought it. If one million warriors bought it, then you would be able to sell not tens of billions, but hundreds of billions of spiritual stones. I only need ten
Billion, really not much."
"How can you calculate like that? Forget it, I'll give you 300 million, no more."
"I want one billion! No less."
"I'll give you 400 million! It's a lot, and you two won't be able to spend it all in your lifetime."
"Billion, I have adopted many children."
"Five hundred million! It's time for you to stop."
"I want a billion!"
"Six hundred million! You want too much."
"I want a billion!"
"Seven hundred million, you can do it."
"I want a billion!"
"I'll give you 800 million. I won't take any more. You can sell it slowly yourself."
"Okay, eight hundred million is eight hundred million." Nan Mengyu stopped insisting. In fact, she felt that she had already stepped on the bottom line of the city lord.