"I don't know how to deal with it, are the seven young heroes still satisfied?"
Leng Yumo's long knife came out of her body suddenly, and said coldly: "If you dare to obey others, then don't blame the old lady for taking your dog's head with the knife!"
"Don't dare dare!" The city lord smiled wryly, "If possible, I don't want to help the tyrant. Please rest assured, young heroes, if this matter cannot be handled well, I will come and see myself."
After speaking, the city lord left with his people.
And those guards who were unconscious in a pool of blood were also carried away.
The whole street became calm again.
Muyan and the others are about to go to an inn to refresh, buy some clothes, and leave tomorrow for [Changyang City] where the Lian family is located.
Suddenly, a figure rushed out of the slanting stab, jumped in front of her, hugged her feet and cried loudly.
"My booth, my baby, these are all my old man's possessions. You ruined them all for me. How can I live in the future? Compensation, you must pay me!"
The seven of them were startled, and they all looked down.
Only then did I realize that the person hugging Leng Yumo was an old man with a beard and a scruffy body.
I saw a lot of blood and vegetable leaves stuck to his clothes, crying with snot and tears, really sad.
Leng Yumo asked suspiciously, "Did I destroy your booth?"
"Don't you want to play tricks?!" The old man pouted his beard, raised his eyebrows and stared at his eyes, and pointed behind him and shouted, "Look at it, see for yourself, old man, my precious spiritual herbs are not all given by you! Was it broken?"
Leng Yumo looked in the direction of the old man's finger.
Sure enough, I found that a stall had collapsed, and it was stained with blood.
The baskets placed on top, together with the contents inside, were all crushed to pieces.
Ling Yusheng quickly walked to the basket, lowered his head, picked up a piece of rotten vegetable leaf and sniffed it, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
"Fourth senior sister, this is... the third grade [Ulan Grass]."
The third-grade Wulan grass is the lowest grade of spiritual grass, and it doesn't contain much spiritual power at all.
This kind of low-level spiritual grass is generally only picked by mortals and monks in the body training stage to sell it for money.
Even in the Qingyun Realm and the Canglan Realm, few people think highly of them, let alone in the Purple Cloud Realm.
When the old man heard the words, he immediately yelled: "What happened to the third-grade Ulan grass? The third-grade Ulan grass is also my treasure. If you smash it, can you not pay for it?"
Leng Yumo frowned, and took out two high-grade crystals from the storage ring.
Knelt down and handed it to the old man, "I will compensate you for these crystals."
With two top-grade crystal stones, the Ulan grass bought can cover the entire Sixiang City.
The old man grabbed the spar, put it in his sleeve, and continued to yell, "No, how can I just pay for the spar? These Ulan grasses, but the old man, I have traveled through mountains and rivers, and I have lost all my energy to pick them... Do you think you were crushed? Is it only the spar that is broken? No, this is my old man’s hard work, how can you just pay me the spar? You must also give me the Ulan grass!”
The blue veins on Leng Yumo's forehead popped up one by one, and he pressed his fingers on the handle of the Red Lotus Seizing Soul Knife.
He sneered sinisterly and said: "Old man, even I dare to blackmail you. If you are really an aunt, I can't cure you, right?"
The old man shrank his neck back in fright, and looked timidly at Leng Yumo with cloudy eyes.
Just when Leng Yumo thought he would be scared away, she saw a scene that left her dumbstruck.
"Yaoshou! How can you, a little girl, do this? Bullying me, a lonely old man?"