The lawyer opposite spoke first: "I wonder what Mr. Zhu has considered the small requests?"

200 million or a small requirement? Just like 100 million is a small goal, it is ridiculous!

Huang Tianxiang said sincerely: "We have considered it seriously, but it really can't satisfy it. We can only purchase a new villa in other places at the same price and compensate 3 million yuan for the decoration fee."

Zhu Zexi suddenly became furious, pointed at Huang Tianxiang's nose and said angrily: "Mr. Huang, what's your attitude? You said this on the phone, so we won't meet today!"

He stood up and waved his hand irritably: "I can't satisfy you, right? Okay, everyone is having a fight with me, I won't make things difficult for you. I don't want the new villa anymore, you don't need to compensate you for any penny, right?"

This kind of practice of not having money and tearing the face directly is more terrifying than the real price of the clear price. Who knows when the owner stabs the back and wears the small shoes of their company?

Huang Tianxiang said: "Mr. Zhu, don't be angry. It is our fault that the landslide will cause you to be frightened. The villa and money will still be compensated. However, we do not agree with the fact that the feng shui here is poor and the evil dragon. Therefore, we cannot accept the additional compensation."

"It's useless to say these!"

Zhu Zexi sneered, turned around and ignored him, drinking tea on his own, and there was nothing to talk about.

Feng Shui and evil dragon were named, and the three monks behind him knew that it was time to come forward.

The elderly leader stared at Yang Tuo and asked knowingly: "Who is Master Yang from the Changsheng Sword Sect?"

Yang Tuo asked vigilantly: "Why, do you know me?"

The elderly smiled slightly and said, "A friend highly praised you. It is better to see you at first sight than to hear it for a long time. Master Yang is indeed well-known."

It’s okay if you don’t listen to it without sincerity, and it’s obvious that that friend is named He, and he is indeed unstoppable.

Yang Tuo asked, "I wonder what you call me?"

The elderly man did not answer and stood up and walked out the door: "Don't you believe in evil dragons? I'm waiting for you at Nanyan Peak."

The showdown between cultivators is definitely thrilling and requires a wide field.

There are no wild lakes, wild bamboo forests, wild hillsides, and wild mountain peaks. As long as it is fighting in the wild, it is fine.

After Yang Tuo and the other two went out, the few people in the room continued to drink tea.

Everyone was a little shocked, but even if they had something to say, they all had a tacit understanding and haha: "Let's talk when they come back."

This is a big gamble.

Whoever wins and who speaks is worth up to 200 million.

Nanyan Peak is located on the top of the unmanned land a few kilometers away. The monk's ability to move is greater than that of ordinary people. Even if he cannot fly during the Qi Refining period, he can use some magical tools and equipment to quickly climb rock climbing.

Yang Tuo and the other two came to the highest point of Nanyan Peak. It was a huge rock of two or three hundred square meters, staggered on both sides, not very flat, and could barely be used as a venue for competition.

The sun shone directly on the rock top, and there were only a few big trees around, and there was little shade. However, the forest was breeze and I didn't feel too hot.

The three people on the opposite side stood with their hands and stood in the northwest corner waiting for them.

Yang Tuo stood in the southeast corner and asked, "There are no outsiders now, can you say which school it is, right?"

The elderly said: "Dongjimen."

What kind of sect is this?

Yang Tuo had never heard of it, and Lin Xiaoxi was also confused. She didn't even know about it. It seemed that it was a fake sect or a new sect.

The elderly smiled and said, "It's normal that I haven't heard of it. I'm pretty far-reaching and cannot compare to your hundreds of years of history in the Sword Sect."

"Just talk, you are so sarcastic! Can you do those vulgar things in the underworld sect?"

Yang Tuo said: "You use giant blind worms to destroy the mountain, deliberately create landslides, and then spread rumors and destroy people's reputation, and harm ordinary mortals without any harm. This is too shameless and vulgar, right?"

The elderly man was scolded by the other party and smiled on his face and was selling beer in his heart. The cultivation on the surface almost broke like a glacier.

But he still gritted his teeth and completely denied: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Boy, are you a monk from Fanjing Mountain?"

Yang Tuo stared at the young thin assistant as a breakthrough point and questioned sternly. Sure enough, the other side showed a shocked expression, but it flashed by.

Yang Tuo spat: "You are using the spirit beast for such unethical things. You are the only one in the cultivation world. If you believe it or not, I will call the [Special Management Office] immediately and call the police, block your kid's account, and let the law enforcement team chase you all over the world?"

The young thin assistant was startled and blushed and argued: "Why are you so dirty and innocent?"

"What kind of innocence? I saw the giant blind worm appearing under the cliff with my own eyes. Who wasn't you doing it?"

"Which eye did you see me using a giant blind worm?"

"You don't admit it yet? The giant blind worm is not your spirit beast, right? Well, this is what you said yourself. Don't cry when I kill them later!"

Threatening to kill the undead beast? The young and thin monk was so angry!

But the elderly waved his hand to stop him, looked at Yang Tuo and said coldly: "I won't go around with you anymore. As long as you three disappear from here and don't interfere in this matter, I can think nothing happened."

Yang Tuo is supported by Lin Xiaoxi, so he is not afraid at all.

He laughed and said, "Old Taoist, I should have said this sentence to you. This is Hongfeng. You, a group of monks from other places, come here to grab jobs. Have you ever asked us local snakes for their opinions?"

"Local snakes also need strength. Just rely on you three-legged cats who are third- and fourth-grade Qi Refining?"

"You few of you crossing the river don't look very good. You are confused by the trees, and you are vulgar people in the vulgar sect!"

The two sides had a disagreement, and they could not reach an agreement and were stalemate.

The negotiations were broken, so we could only fight in armed ways.

The elderly said: "Then we will follow the ancient rules of 'sacrificing wine'. Three people against three people, win two games in three games, and those who lose will withdraw. If you don't interfere in this matter, do you dare to agree?"

When Director Zhang popularized the Basic Law of Cultivation, he explained some ancient rules.

When some ancient tribes perform sacrifices, they have activities such as calling spirits, offering gods, sacrificing wine, and offering souls.

During the wine sacrificial stage, each tribe can send people to fight, and the 1v1 fight will be qualified to sacrifice wine and serve the gods once.

The wine sacrificial competition is very ornamental, and it does not mean that people must die like "sacrificing souls", so it is praised by many monks as the best way to resolve disputes, which lasted for thousands of years.

"Tian Ji's horse racing..."

Yang Yizhi covered his mouth with his hands and whispered to use this tactic.

Only the weak will use tactics, and the strong will usually crush them directly.

Yang Tuo understood this truth and his mind quickly turned.

The cultivator has good hearing, and the old man deliberately said "Tian Ji's horse racing" in front of the formation, which is actively showing weakness and trying to paralyze his opponent.

Yang Tuo, who understood it, immediately cooperated and asked in a low voice: "Can you do it?"

Yang Yizhi looked at death with a look of dying, swept across the faces of the other three, and nodded resolutely.

The three people on the other side saw all this and started to laugh in their stomachs. The cannon fodder is always ashes. Even if you add some water, you can't make a clay man. You'll return Tian Ji to race horses, it's a frog to dry the horses.

Yang Tuo looked determined and asked loudly: "Then let's give me some wine and exchange questions. Which of you will go to the battle first?"

After a brief discussion, the young thin monk twitched his mouth and stood up first: "I'll come first."

"good!"

Yang Yizhi took the initiative to jump out: "I'll do it!"

The three people on the other side were a little dumbfounded. Didn’t they agree to race Tian Ji? We sent a low-class horse here. Shouldn’t you find a medium-class horse to crush it?

Before he could react, he heard Yang Yizhi shouting: "Let you see, the power of the Sword of the Eternal Life. Come on!"

The long sword flew out of the void ring, and Yang Yizhi grabbed it and used the newly learned and reinvented "True-Eternal Sword Art" to appear in the first game.

The thin monk was not a sword cultivator. He raised his hands and threw out eight small black beads. The sound of banging continuously. After the explosion, a faint black wind was generated.

"A little trick!"

Yang Yizhi waved his sleeves and raised a strong wind. The poisonous black wind was blown away. Eight centipedes as thick as infants' arms quickly surrounded him among the rocks. The millipede crawled very fast and was about to surround him.

Although "True-Eternal Sword Art" is derived from the mind method of the Shenwu Gate, it is also considered a pure sword cultivator.

However, Yang Yizhi's study time is too short, and he is a little older, so his energy is not as good as that of young people.

"cut!"

Yang Yizhi waved a sword light from mid-air and killed two poisonous insects that were flying.

At the same time, step on one foot and stomp the other poisonous insect.

Unfortunately, the moment it landed, a centipede jumped up and attacked from behind, bit his calf, and quickly fled from the battlefield.

Swallowing!

Yang Yizhi shot out his energy, and his sword slashed the poisonous insects in succession. All the remaining thick centipedes died, and they were actually poked into centipedes by his sword.

"That's it? Go back and bake it and eat it!"

Yang Yizhi sneered, the thin monk gritted his teeth and threw out a few poisonous scorpions.

"Good ingredients again! I'm from eastern Guangdong!"

The little old man stepped on his sword and chased the thin monk.

The thin monk escaped very quickly, and the entire mountain rock was his safe area, but after half the incense stick, Yang Yizhi's toxins spread in his body and his actions gradually became slower.

"Come back, we will admit defeat in this battle."

Yang Tuo waved and quickly admitted defeat while his opponent did not fight back.
To be continued...