Suddenly hearing Fang Jin ask for a second request, a little nervous flashed in Iga Masamoto's eyes.

In order to fight against the invasion of the Fallen Star Sect that appeared out of thin air, the Iga Ninja Association suffered heavy losses this time and consumed countless supplies. The subsequent pensions and reconstruction made Iga Masamoto even more. I don’t know how to fill the gap. Where can I still have the energy to satisfy the appetites of several golden-level powerful men?

But this tension disappeared after hearing Fang Jin's request.

Iga Masamoto was even a little unbelievable, and suspected that he had heard it wrong.

He said with confirmation: "Just fill your backpack with your own adult?"

"Of course." Fang Jin nodded and said, "I know you have a hard time this time, so I won't ask for more. But there is one thing I need to declare first, my backpack is very big."

"It's okay!"

Seeing Fang Jin confirming, Masamoto Iga breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment, a little gratitude even arose in his heart.

For ordinary silver-level professions, the backpack is only a few dozen squares. What can the backpack of this golden-level master in front of him be even if it is one hundred squares or even more?

Iga Ninja will be a big force at least. No matter how much the money you have accumulated over the years, it is still easy to fill a person's backpack.

"Then I'll make it so I'm sure I won't go back on my word!"

Fang Jin glanced at Iga Masamoto, with a warning in his tone.

While Wei Gong, Peng Mingzhe and others behind him were serious, they couldn't help but feel a little pity and sympathy in their hearts. This guy, Masamoto, was trapped in a deep ditch this time. But if you think about it carefully, even if you were cheated, it would be better than being exterminated by the Fallen Star Sect; coupled with the heavy blood debts that Fusang owed in history, the two of them became calm.

Soon, the group followed Iga Masamoto to the Iga Ninja Society's guild warehouse.

After temporarily granting Fang Jin operational authority as vice president, Iga Masamoto made an invitation, looking very generous, allowing Fang Jin to store and withdraw.

"Thank you."

Fang Jinxin said, I really hope you can still maintain this calm look later.

Then, my eyes were placed on the Iga Ninja Society's guild warehouse list.

From the perspective of average quality, the Iga Ninja Society's guild warehouse is at least two levels lower than the National Rescuer Guild. In terms of total volume, there are even more differences, and there is at least seven or eight times the gap. But even so, the dazzling list still makes Fang Jin happy.

Moreover, even by his standards, there are many good things to use here.

"Fifth-level excellent combat knife forging drawings?"

It is estimated that Fusang does not have a sufficient level of secondary professional yet and cannot study, so he can only be placed in the warehouse for the time being, and he was in vain.

"This is... the essential material for manufacturing high-grade equipment, Red Flame Iron? There are ten pieces in total!"

The same as above, it is estimated that the deputy position of Fusang blacksmith is not good enough to produce high-end equipment, and it is a waste and a pity to mix this into low-level equipment.

"Big chunks of ice element crystallization!"

"Bundles of Grandmaster-level resuscitation potion, and at the same time, restore 2ooo blood and 12oo mana!"

Slow down...

Is it important to be good or bad?

Fang Jin suddenly realized that there was no need to waste time here to watch slowly. It was the kingly way to pack everything and take it away without missing a single package!

Of course, it is not good to be too much. At least leave a few items. Then set all the redemption contributions of less than 1oo points to filter out. This is much more refreshing - after all, getting too garbage is a waste of space when you get it back.

As soon as the mobile warehouse opened, Fang Jin began to stand there and pick up the goods crazily.

Under his control, various props were taken out of the Iga Ninja Society's warehouse and placed in his storage backpack. On the other side, they were then stored in the guild warehouse of the Shuxian National Rescuer Guild headquarters.

The infinite loop begins!

This side looks generous, but in fact it is quietly linked to the guild network and monitoring the changes in the guild warehouse. The original Iga book, which is able to remain calm when the first 1oo items are first. But as the second 1oo items appear, his expression begins to turn a little white.

However, the third and fourth 1oo pieces...

"This, this is impossible!"

Iga Masamoto was puzzled and looked at Fang Jin like a ghost. How could the backpack of the person in front of him be as big as four or five hundred squares?

However, Fang Jin did not look squinted, and was still focused on buying goods.

The storage backpack seemed to be a bottomless pit that could never be filled. Soon, from the fifth 1oo piece to the tenth piece. After moving thousands of props, Fang Jin's face seemed to have a look of regret flashed, and the degree of picking up the items was significantly slowed down.

"It's finally almost full!"

Masamoto Iga's face was as pale as a zombie, his lips trembling and he almost didn't know what to say. The person in front of him almost wiped out the remaining essence in the Iga Ninja Society warehouse, leaving only the least valuable garbage left!

After almost two or three hundred more pieces of the items were swept, Fang Jin nodded with unsatisfactory look at the empty warehouse after filtering, "Let's just do it now... It's a pity that it's not full yet. So what, why don't I take some food to go back on the way?"

At this moment, Masamoto Iga had the heart to kneel down to the person in front of him.

He even suspected his previous compromise and humiliation decision - after being invaded by the Fallen Star Sect first and then being robbed like this, even if the Fusang humans survived, what else can they be left?

"Okay, tease you."

Fang Jin knew when he looked at Iga Masamoto's face that they probably wouldn't have much food resources. On the other hand, the Secret Realm of the Lord and the Three Major Branches continued to produce food. Coupled with the lean meat provided by the hunted monsters, basic food supply is no longer a problem.

Since that was the case, he was too lazy to compete for that little food with Iga Ninja. After all, after the robbery, the poor people at the bottom were the worst affected.

"Well, since the supplies have been replenished and the threat from the Fallen Star Sect has been lifted, we won't stay for too long. It's better to have a day than choose a day, so say goodbye now!"

Fang Jin still held some hope to continue to interfere with the situation in the Luzon region, so he couldn't wait to say goodbye.

“…”

Ecstasy flashed on Masamoto's face in an instant. He was already mentally prepared. Fang Jin and others would continue to stay here for a while, ranging from three to five days to ten or half a month. Unexpectedly, the three of them were so easy to talk to, and they just left after taking the things, just as he imagined.

Let's leave now. Iga Masato wishes to send away the three plague gods as soon as possible. But he was worried that the straightforward delivery would make the other party unhappy and counterproductive, so hesitated whether to keep him enthusiastically. But then he thought, if the three of them were really moved by him and refused to leave, that would be a stone to shoot himself in the foot.

It was precisely this dilemma that made him choke for a moment and didn't know what to say.

Fang Jin could probably guess one or two from his strange and distorted face, laughed loudly, and asked his subordinates to take the storm griffin and leave!

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