My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Just when Lu Zijia and Mu Tianyan were about to dismantle the formation and leave, someone outside the formation touched the formation.

At the same time, Lu Zijia and the two released their divine senses to 'see' who was coming.

After 'seeing' who was coming, Lu Zijia couldn't help laughing, "It's really... it's not that enemies don't get together!"

The people coming from outside were actually the old lady Qiu and others.

Isn't it just that the enemies don't get together?

"Ayan, we can make a fortune again."

On Lu Zijia's beautiful face, an incomparably bright smile instantly rose.

But that smile, no matter how you look at it, seems to be malicious.

During the days as a prisoner, the sinister and vicious dead woman had tossed her in many ways.

If it weren't for the fact that she was still useful, she would have been abandoned long ago!

Now this dead old woman took the initiative to come to the door to send the head.

If she didn't accept it, wouldn't she be too sorry for the head that the other party sent from a thousand miles away?

When Mu Tianyan walked out of the formation, what he saw was a rough guard's face full of impatience.

The rest of the guards and the old lady Qiu did not stand with the rough guards, but were far apart, as if they were two groups of people who did not know each other.

The rough guard first looked at Mu Tianyan up and down, and saw that the other party was wrapping himself tightly in a black robe, and his eyes instantly became more suspicious.

But thinking of their various investigations and confirmations, they didn't say anything suspicious.

Anyway, if the other party is a liar, the aunt has a way to make the other party's life worse than death.

"There are three heaven-level spiritual plants and three hundred million middle-grade spiritual stones in it."

The rough guard threw a storage bag directly to Mu Tianyan, "I don't want too much, just six Yuanqing Pills and three Fuling Pills."

The rough guard said it for granted, as if he was not afraid of being rejected.

And Mu Tianyan, who heard the trap in the other party's words, raised a bloodthirsty arc on the corner of his mouth, "Since ancient times, those who have invited alchemists to make alchemy should be prepared to take the risk of alchemy masters failing in alchemy.

Daoist's words now are obviously unwilling to take this risk. "

Having said that, Mu Tianyan returned the storage bag to the original owner, "Since this is the case, fellow Daoist should hire another alchemist!"

A piece of heaven-level spiritual plant can refine a pot of medicinal herbs.

As for a pot of medicinal pills, no matter how many pills Lu Zijia made, only three pills would be given to the orderer.

If the alchemy fails, naturally there will be none.

Now that the other party gave three heaven-level spiritual plants, but directly asked for nine medicinal pills, it was not because they did not accept the risk of failing to concoct pills.

The rough guard didn't seem to expect that Mu Tianyan would directly reject him with no face, and his face immediately turned ugly.

"Do you know who is standing behind me?"

Mu Tianyan looked at the rough guard like an idiot.

Of course, with the inscription on the black robe covering it up, the rough guard couldn't see Mu Tianyan's face and eyes.

Seeing that Mutianyan didn't respond for a long time, the rough guard's face became even more ugly, and he tore off the wooden sign from his waist and showed it to Mutianyan.

"Open up your dog's eyes to see clearly, I am the elder of the poor Qizong, and you know what to do!"

The words of the rough guard are shockingly a threat from Chi Guoguo.

However, Mu Tianyan was not threatened by him, and he still said, "Those who do not want to take risks, please ask Gao Ming."

After speaking, Mu Tianyan turned around and returned to the formation.

At this moment, the voice transmission of the old lady Qiu came from the mind of the rough guard, "Promise him."