At the stairs, there was a middle-aged man, accompanying seven old men with a smile, walking up to the second floor.

These seven old men are all wearing brocade robes. They look very expensive at first glance, with piercing eyes. Each has a good level of cultivation. They are all Nascent Soul Dzogchen. Although they all smile, their arrogance sometimes appears.

exposed.

"Fellow Taoists, please!" The middle-aged man smiled brightly and couldn't hide his excitement. He led the seven old men to the second floor and immediately saw Meng Hao and Wei Li. He just glanced at them.

, just ignore it.

As for Sun Yunliang, who was sitting opposite Meng Hao, he frowned at first, but when he saw the seven old men, his eyes immediately brightened, he quickly stood up with laughter, and walked a few steps to greet them.

"It turns out that the seven shopkeepers of Haicheng have arrived, and the pigeons are shining, and the pigeons are shining." Sun Yunliang laughed, walked forward, clasped his fists and bowed.

The seven old men all smiled and clasped their fists one after another.

Meng Hao looked as usual and drank tea. Wei Li, who was beside him, immediately shrank his eyes when he saw the seven old men. He seemed to be in awe and whispered in Meng Hao's ear.

"Senior, these seven old men are the shopkeepers of seven shops in Haicheng. They have good cultivation and have a lot of demon hearts in their hands..."

"The place built by the three sects in Haicheng to acquire demon hearts is not only for cultivators, but also has strict requirements for various shops in Haicheng. All shops in Haicheng must exchange their demon hearts to the three sects every year.

It's just that which sect the exchange is for depends on their own wishes, and it's not easy for the three sects to interfere..."

Meng Hao held the teacup and took a sip. His eyes were filled with mist. He seemed to be a little empty. It was as if his mind was wandering in space. Wei Li didn't know if Meng Hao heard it.

Sun Yunliang was very happy in his heart. When he looked at the middle-aged man, he also showed admiration. The middle-aged man was very excited and was even more polite to the seven shopkeepers around him.

While everyone was laughing and chatting, they walked towards the seats. Sun Yunliang was about to ask the maid to make tea, but the middle-aged man frowned, glanced at Meng Hao and Wei Li, and sent a message to Sun Yunliang.

"Elder Sun, who are these two?"

"It's a guest who came before. He should have some demon hearts for sale." Sun Yunliang said through a message.

"Elder, the seven shopkeepers are distinguished guests, so we should let the people below be responsible for receiving them." Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man felt at ease. He thought he was Sun Yunliang's friend before.

Sun Yunliang hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Meng Hao. He clasped his fists with a smile.

"Fellow Taoist, I'm really sorry. How about you go downstairs and I'll have someone arrange for you to exchange it?"

When Meng Hao heard this, the clouds in his eyes slowly dissipated, and he put down the teacup. But as soon as the teacup fell, a maid immediately stepped forward to take it away under the gaze of the middle-aged man.

Meng Hao frowned, stood up, and looked up at Sun Yunliang.

"That's fine. I wonder how many spiritual stones I need to exchange for?"

"One demon heart and six hundred spirit stones, fellow Taoist, don't worry." Sun Yunliang said with a smile, raised his hands and clapped. Immediately, a disciple of Yanghun Dao came up quickly from the first floor. After bowing respectfully, he was about to lead

Follow Meng Hao downstairs.

Meng Hao smiled. His smile was very light and his expression was calm. He first took away the tea cup and asked for it. If the price was moderate, Meng Hao would not be unable to accept it, but even the spirit stones he exchanged were different from those of the seven shopkeepers.

With a smile on his face, he stood up but sat down again.

As soon as he sat down, Sun Yunliang immediately frowned, feeling that the person in front of him was a bit unfamiliar.

"Friend, our shop belongs to the Yanghun Sect, and I am the deacon of the Yanghun Sect. This... is not a place for you to make trouble. It is better to go down by yourself than if someone else invites you to go down." The middle-aged man looked a little impatient.

From his point of view, the person in front of him could only exchange for a few hundred demon hearts at most.

He has seen so many people like this that he can't compare them with the seven shopkeepers around him. Each of these seven people is a person with a huge amount of evil heart. In order to bring these seven people here, he spent a lot of money.

thoughts.

"You can try it." Meng Hao said calmly.

His words immediately made Sun Yunliang's eyes freeze, and the middle-aged man also frowned, somewhat unclear about Meng Hao's background.

The seven old men next to them were also a little displeased. They could exchange their demonic hearts at any store. The reason why they chose this place was because the middle-aged man was really attentive during this period. The most important thing is that the money given here is better than

The other two cases have more.

After all, the saint who is sitting here now is Yanghunsheng.

"Elder Sun, Deacon Zhou, the seven of us have limited time, so we can't stay for a long time. Maybe we can talk about it next time." The old man among the seven spoke calmly at this moment.

As soon as he said these words, the middle-aged man Zhou Xing became anxious immediately. Just when he was about to have Meng Hao chased away, Elder Sun stepped forward and looked at Meng Hao.

"Fellow Taoist, isn't it just a matter of spirit stones? I have the final say. One demon heart can be exchanged for seven hundred spirit stones, okay?"

Meng Hao felt a little embarrassed when he heard this. He stood up with a smile and was about to go downstairs. Suddenly, the old man standing on the far right among the seven shopkeepers sneered.

"It turns out that the price of seven hundred spirit stones for any one person, Deacon Zhou, then how much will the spirit stones we are waiting for be exchanged for?"

As soon as he spoke, the other six people around him also nodded. These seven people can be sent by their respective sects to support a shop. They are all talented people. When they see this opportunity, how can they not seize it.

"Since he is seven hundred, then here, one demon heart needs to be exchanged for eight hundred spirit stones. No matter what, our exchange cannot be the same as that of just anyone. Deacon Zhou, this is what you promised before

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"That's right, Deacon Zhou, I want more spirit stones because we have a lot of demon hearts. The seven of us can't compare to what you usually collect on the first floor for several months. A mere few hundred demon hearts can do it.

Wait for a price with me, tell me, and let me wait for the price."

Sun Yunliang's expression changed, and he was in a dilemma. The middle-aged man named Zhou also had an ugly expression, and glanced at Meng Hao and Wei Li coldly.

"Elder Sun, this isn't quite suitable."

Sun Yunliang hesitated for a moment and sighed inwardly. Before he could speak, a voice came from Meng Hao.

"You are very evil." Meng Hao looked at the seven old men.

"It's always more than yours." Among the seven elders, the old man who spoke before said calmly.

"Do you dare to compete? The loser will give all the demon hearts in the storage bag to the other party!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed and he sneered with a flick of his sleeve.

As soon as he spoke, the expressions of the seven elders immediately changed. They all looked at Meng Hao attentively. The atmosphere around them suddenly became depressed. Sun Yunliang quickly stepped forward and clasped fists at each other.

"Don't be angry. It's all because Sun didn't introduce you before. Fellow Taoist, these seven are the shopkeepers of the seven major shops in Haicheng. They harvest a lot of demon hearts every year.

How about you guys give Mr. Sun some face and let this matter go?"

When Meng Hao heard this, his expression immediately changed slightly, but he still snorted coldly, but his words were a little softer.

"Now that Elder Sun has said it, let's forget about it." After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked downstairs immediately.

"Wait a minute!" The seventh elder's eyes flashed, staring at Meng Hao. One of them even swayed and appeared in front of Meng Hao in an instant, blocking his way.

"What do you want!" Meng Hao shouted immediately, panic flashed in his eyes. He had been used to tricking people since he was a child. Ruolun's performances have been used to it for hundreds of years, and it has been deeply rooted in his bones.

Even if these seven people are sophisticated and scheming people, if you want to find any clues in Meng Hao's expression, they still don't have the skills.

Deacon Zhou sneered with sarcasm in his eyes.

Sun Yunliang frowned, looked at Meng Hao, and then at the seventh elder.

The old man who blocked Meng Hao's path flashed his eyes and said nothing. At this moment, the other six old men also looked slightly moved. Suddenly, one of them spoke lightly.

"The competition you mentioned before, we competed, the loser's demon heart belongs to the other party."

"Seven shopkeepers, this fellow Taoist came to our store to exchange his demon heart for spiritual stones. Even though he has some fierce words, I still ask the seven of you to give Sun some face..." Sun Yunlong clasped his fists again.

Meng Hao seemed to be relieved, bypassing the old man who was blocking him, and immediately walked towards the stairs with Wei Li, but no one saw the sneer on his lips.

He was sure that the seven old men would definitely fall into the trap. In fact, this was indeed the case. After many trials, these seven old men were finally able to confirm that even if this person had some evil intentions, he would never be able to compare with him.

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Sure enough, Meng Hao only walked up six steps when two old men appeared in a flash and stopped him again.

"Misfortune comes from the mouth. Since you proposed the competition first, then invite it."

Meng Hao looked ugly and remained silent for a long time. Then he turned and walked up the stairs with a sullen face. Sun Yunliang smiled bitterly and showed an apologetic look towards Meng Hao. The middle-aged man named Zhou had a very obvious sarcastic expression.

"How can we compare!" Meng Hao gritted his teeth and said, looking as if he was willing to risk everything.

"I alone am enough." One of the seven elders looked arrogant. He walked a few steps, raised his right hand and took out a storage bag.

"There are 13,000 low-grade demon hearts in it. Fellow Taoist, how many do you have?" The old man said, throwing the storage bag away, and was immediately caught by Deacon Zhou. After scanning his mind, he nodded, in order to express his gratitude.

Justice, he took out a stone wall.

This stone wall is more than ten feet high, with nine dragons carved on it. After the storage bag was placed on the stone wall by the character Zhou, middle-aged, one of the bags immediately became bright and lifelike, and the second bag was also 30% full of light, emitting bright light.

"Nine-Dragon Demon Heart Scale, one dragon represents ten thousand low-grade demon hearts." Sun Yunliang reminded Meng Hao, and he also took out a piece of the same stone wall for Meng Hao to use.

"I don't know how many demon hearts there are here, please take them out for me to see." The old man who was competing with Meng Hao said proudly.

The other six people around him also smiled half-heartedly, looking at Meng Hao as if they were convinced of him.
Chapter completed!