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4394 I am a businessman

Zhen Fengliu and Liang Yicheng did not notice the strange expressions of Gu Fenghua and others, but looking at Ye Yunji's figure who was floating in the wind and seemed to not cause any dust, he also looked confused: What's wrong with Mr. Ye?

After this life and death juncture, is it time to do business? What to buy and what to sell?

Yuan Daoling was already ready to die for his sect, but he was slightly stunned when he heard Ye Yunji's words, and the handprint he was tying was a little slower.

"Master Yuan, you don't really want to find a short-lived person, right? The Shengyuan Sect is surrounded by powerful enemies. Even if you give up your life today to help them escape, how long will they live? The Shengyuan Sect's tens of thousands of years of foundation will sooner or later be a must.

Destroyed in their hands.

If you ask for death, you are nothing more than feeling guilty about your ancestors and ancestors and want to have a clear conscience. But if you ask yourself, when you are in the nine springs, can you really feel at ease and have a good face to meet your ancestors and ancestors?" Ye Yunji continued

Said.

There was still a clear smile on his face, but every word and every word were like a sharp knife, deeply piercing Yuan Daoling's heart.

Yes, he asked for death, but he was just trying to have a clear conscience. But he was actually very clear that even if he sacrificed his life today, he could only save his disciples for a while. It would not take long for the Shengyuan Sect to be destroyed.

He still had no face to face the ancestors of the sect.

"Who are you?" Yuan Daoling finally stopped his handprint and asked.

Judging from the other party's appearance, it was obvious that he did not have the idea of ​​destroying his Holy Yuan Sect. Things still had a turnaround, so he certainly didn't have to rush to seek death. It's better to live without a single life. Ordinary people know how to cherish life. He is a powerful man of the eighth grade of the Emperor Saint.

Of course I don't want to die.

"I'm a businessman." Ye Yunji took out a handful of golden abacus from somewhere, and bounced his fingers, and a crisp sound came from a bang.

Uh... Yuan Daoling's eyes also became a little confused.

Not to mention, where did the young man in front of him stand tall and tall, and the golden abacus in his hand bounce, it really has a bit of a business scene. But when he reaches their level, isn't the most important thing to cultivate his mind?

How could a businessman who is stinking to the money every day have such cultivation?

This guy wasn't he intentionally making fun of himself, right?

"By the way, my name is Ye Yunji." Ye Yunji waved his abacus and heard a series of crisp sounds of slap and slap, and then he said.

"It turns out it's Mr. Ye. I don't know what business you want to do with me?" Yuan Daoling came to his senses and asked.

"A businessman, of course, it is important to be harmonious. As the saying goes, God has the virtue of being a good person. I am a businessman and I don't want to commit more sins of killing. Besides, it is not easy for the Shengyuan Sect to be passed down to this day. If it is destroyed like this, it would be possible to have

It hurts the harmony of heaven, so although you have bad intentions, you have killed Shangchenxin Sect repeatedly..." Ye Yunji said leisurely, but he looked righteous and compassionate.

"Twice." When he heard him say that harmony is the most important thing, and what he said would hurt the heavens. Yuan Daoling always felt strange, but when he heard that he talked about it again and again, he still couldn't help but argue.

"Well, just twice. It seems that you are a businessman in Sect Master Yuan. You know the principle of being very particular. Then we can do this business." Ye Yunji slapped the abacus on his left hand and looked at Yuan Dao with a slap in his arms.

Ling's eyes were filled with more appreciation, praise, and more intimacy with his colleagues.

A few black lines were raised on Yuan Daoling's forehead. No matter how much Shengyuan Sect declined, he was still the leader of the sect. How could he do any business?


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