The Ancient Saint of Pingtian was drinking unhappily. At this time, the demon clans who were serving him were all trembling.

At most, these demon clans are at the level of the little saint. In front of the Pingtian Ancient Saint, even a fly is not comparable. As long as the Pingtian Ancient Saint is willing, they can die without a place to die in one breath.

Faced with such an existence that can dominate one's life and death at any time, no matter how many complaints these demons have in their hearts, they dare not make any sound.

"What kind of wine is this? It's clearly water. Make me some good wine!" As the Ancient Saint Pingtian said, he threw the jar of wine in his hand heavily into the void.

"Bang!" The wine jar fell to the ground, and for a moment, the wine flowed everywhere, with a sour smell of wine, instantly filling the surroundings.

The little saints of the demon clan were trembling, and finally, a little saint who looked a little like a wolf knelt down and said, "Ancient Saint, we... we have no good wine here."

"That...that good wine is really...that expensive."

The little saint, who looked like a black wolf, collapsed to the ground after he finished speaking. It knew very well what was waiting for him according to the tyranny of this ancient saint.

Pingtian Ancient Saint snorted, and as soon as its front hooves were lifted, someone quickly said, "Sir, Ancient Saint, someone is visiting him... He said he is your old friend."

The voice of the news immediately dissected the heart of the ancient saint of Pingtian. He waved his hooves at the black wolf, and then said to the person who reported the news: "Who is here? Have you asked clearly?"

"Yes... it's a human race. My subordinates have never seen him before, but he said that he is your old friend. You will definitely be very happy to see him."

My old friend will definitely be very happy when I see him. Who is this? He actually speaks like this.

The ancient saint of Pingtian, whose thoughts flashed in his mind, shook his big head vigorously. Although he couldn't think of who this person was, since he came, it was nothing to see him. The ancient saint of Pingtian was now very idle.

But when the Ancient Saint of Pingtian looked at the human face, he felt like he wanted to be crazy.

What he has never forgotten these days is this face. Because of the existence of this face, the strength of the Pingtian Ancient Saint suddenly shrank by half, and even became a laughing stock among the demon clan.

If possible, the Ancient Saint of Pingtian would like to tear this kid, but unfortunately, although he had this idea, it was not easy to do it.

"You... why are you here?" This sentence, in the ears of the little demons serving around, made the little demons feel that this human race should be the friend of the ancient saint of Pingtian, otherwise how could the ancient saint be so polite?

They did not participate in the battle to Shenlongkou, so naturally they didn't know what happened. Although they had heard of Zheng Ming's reputation, it was difficult for them to connect this person with the person who made the Gu Sheng fall.

"Haha, let's see my old friend." Zheng Ming smiled at the Pingtian Ancient Saint. At this time, Fan Li's hero card had appeared in his heart. Although Zheng Ming felt that his negotiations with Pingtian Ancient Saint was more than enough based on his IQ alone, in order to maximize his interests, he should use the Shang God!

"If you have friends coming from afar, you won't give up your seat to me." Zheng Ming said to an ancient wolf beside him with a familiarity: "Go and get me a stool."

Although the ancient wolf has a high cultivation level and has some status in the Pingtian Ancient Saint, he really dare not move around casually.

Listening to Zheng Ming's seemingly casual words, it felt like it wanted to cry. After all, it could not do anything like this.

It was not until the ancient saint of Pingtian waved his hand that the ancient wolf quickly brought a huge stone to Zheng Ming from outside. Well, this is the so-called stool.

"Hey hey, as an ancient saint, you... you are doing a lot of miserable things!" Zheng Ming pointed at the ancient saint of Pingtian, and his eyes fell on the wine jar that Pingtian Ancient saint had fallen to the ground, and said with a smile on his face.

Who are you? Are we very familiar with us? Pingtian Ancient Saint had an idea of ​​tearing this guy up at this time, but although this idea is very good, it is difficult to achieve.

"If you have something to say, just say it, just let it go!" If you weren't afraid that you would not be able to beat him, the Ancient Saint of Pingtian would tear Zheng Ming out of the first time.

"Look at what you are worried about? I have something to share with you. Are you good friends? You have to share wealth and honor." As he spoke, Zheng Ming waved his hand and a huge wine jar appeared in the hall.

When the mouth of the wine jar was opened by Zheng Ming, a stream of intoxicating wine scent suddenly rushed into the nose of the ancient sage of Pingtian. The ancient sacred Pingtian had just drunk a lot of wine, but when he smelled the fragrance of wine, he felt like he was about to be drunk.

Woooo, what a delicious wine, why haven’t I ever drunk such a wine in my life? If I weren’t afraid that Zheng Ming would make some tricks in this wine, he would have to drink the wine no matter what he said.

"Don't worry, there is no poison here, drink it!" Zheng Ming waved his hand and two wine lords appeared in the void. He led two wine into the wine lords, and then took the lead in drinking it all.

Although the Ancient Saint of Pingtian seemed reckless, he was actually very careful. After a while of determination, he grabbed Jiujue and started drinking.

I can't stop drinking this.

"Your grandma, what a fucking good wine. I, Lao Niu, have never drunk such good wine in my life. You... give me another jar, it shouldn't be ten jars of wine. Our past will be revealed." After drinking half a jar of wine, the voice of the ancient saint of Pingtian was drunk.

Zheng Ming looked at the ancient saint of Pingtian and felt a little admiration in his heart. Although he became an ancient saint, nominally, no matter how much wine was intoxicated by any wine, Zheng Ming's wine was carefully brewed.

The jar of the ancient saint of Pingtian was even arranged with a formation, which was equipped with a small lake covering an area of ​​hundreds of miles.

"What are the ten jars of wine? I came here, in fact, I want to make a fortune with you, the ancient sage." Zheng Ming looked at the drunken and proud Ancient sage of Pingtian and said with a smile.

To make money, Pingtian Ancient Saint's wine lord stopped in the air. Now it is poor, only the skin on its body. When it comes to making money, its eyes are a little red.

"What did you say? You said you made a fortune, how did you make a fortune?"

"How is my wine? If it is sold among your demon clan, do you think it can be sold at a high price?" Zheng Ming asked with a smile.

The demon clan is not without good wine. For example, the monkey wine made by monkeys using various treasures of heaven and earth not only tastes good, but also has unexpected benefits for increasing cultivation.

However, the things used by monkey wine are too expensive. No, it should be said that it is so expensive that the ancient saint of Pingtian amazed.

What are the Chaos Peaches, the Long Live Divine Peaches, and the Ziwu Waiyuan Jujubes, these things can all make people like Pingtian Ancient Saint compete for the beginning.

As for the other things, one is that monkeys don’t make it, and the other is that they make it, and it doesn’t taste good when you drink it.

"How do you plan to sell this wine?" Pingtian Gu Sheng pinched his skin and asked softly.

"What about ten Chaos Yuan Stones in a large tank?" Zheng Ming waved his hand boldly.

"What did you say?" Pingtian Ancient Saint jumped up and said, "That's such a good wine, wuwu, you only sell ten Chaos Yuanshi. You are a prodigal son, why do you want one hundred Chaos Yuanshi!"

After saying this, Pingtian Ancient Saint seemed to have thought of something. If he would be a regular customer of this wine in the future, if the price of the wine became one hundred Chaos Yuanshi, then it would not be him who would spend money.

I am stupid, why are you so stupid? Could it be that you have drunk too much? Just when the thoughts in Pingtian Ancient Saint flashed, Zheng Ming laughed and said, "Brother Pingtian, with your honest spirit, I have made you a friend. In this way, every jar of wine will be sold in the demon clan in the future, and the profit will be half as good as you."

Half-compensated profits sound really small, but the ancient sage of Pingtian is not stupid. He instantly thought of the guys who were as addicted to alcohol as he did.

"How much wine do you have like this?" Pingtian Ancient Saint took a deep breath and asked with a hint of worry.

"Everything is available. As long as you can sell it, I will have as much as you want?" Zheng Ming patted his chest, extremely heroic.

"Okay!" Pingtian Ancient Saint stood up and said, "Now, let's sell this wine to him. I'm not bragging for you. Although my old cow's cultivation is not good, my character is definitely..."

Pingtian Ancient Saint is really not bragging. Driven by half a profit, Pingtian Ancient Saint quickly introduced hundreds of customers to Zheng Ming. Those customers were all intoxicated by drinking the fine wine given by Zheng Ming.

Of course, there are more goods to order.

In one month, Pingtian Ancient Saint spent this time selling fine wine. During this promotion, Pingtian Ancient Saint discovered that more and more demons surrounded Zheng Ming were changing. Some higher ancient saints who could not see Pingtian Ancient Saints also began to send disciples to stand up for Zheng Ming.

There is only one reason why they have such a platform, which is naturally because they occupy the dry shares of Zheng Ming, the wine shop.

When Zheng Ming's fine wine was sold throughout the demon clan, Yiming Trading Company began to officially spread in the huge demon clan. When the Ming Trading Company was opened, even the top nine-level ancient saint of the demon clan sent a disciple to congratulate him.

20% of the members of Yiming Trading Company, in a year, are a total of 1 billion Chaos Yuanstones, which naturally makes the demon saint stand up for Zheng Ming's business happily.

With the arrival of Yiming Trading, the demon clans in the Supreme Holy Land, no, should be the major clans in the Supreme Holy Land, and their lives have begun to undergo earth-shaking changes.
Chapter completed!