Zhang Yang looked at the person talking with a smile. The person who looked at him was a little furrowed all over and said with a smile: "Yes!"

Just when the few were overjoyed, Zhang Yang continued slowly, "But I don't have much to prepare, how about you spend money to buy?"

Everyone almost cursed, "This guy is crazy about money, how much money can you eat? This guy says it's only a billion yuan, and he still lacks this money."

"Zhang Yang!" Even Xia Xinyu couldn't stand it now. This bastard is so shameless!

Zhang Yang laughed dryly, and when everyone's eyes changed, he coughed lightly, "Just kidding, just kidding everyone. I, Zhang Yang, are you the kind of money-loving person? There is still some food to eat. You guys will share it."

After saying that, he took out a lot of cooked food from the ring, but it was much different from the delicacies on his own table.

The warriors didn't care. They were really hungry. They were originally going to explore the ruins and left. Generally, few people prepared to eat.

They couldn't stand it after searching outside the desert for a few days, and a lot of the remaining things were thrown away in the passage, and now almost no one has them on them.

As for Zhang Yang's saying that he doesn't love money, everyone will just take it as a joke. Even the few people who practiced the spirit did not show any abnormality. This person was too thick-skinned, and his life was in danger, so no one would say it.

Fred, who was beside him, also ran to Zhang Yang with a flattering look on his face and said with a flattering smile: "How about giving me some food, so why not?"

Zhang Yang gave him a blank look and said angrily: "I can't starve to death for several months at the peak of the perfection, no!"

"Mr. I paid for it. I wonder if I was lucky enough to have a meal with Mr.?" Fred did not give up. He continued to ask.

Zhang Yang glanced at this guy. This old guy has a great status abroad, so why should he please himself like this?

He has promised not to live his life. What he has to do now is to keep a low profile and immediately flash off after he has explored the ruins, instead of pestering himself.

Fang Jinyuan and Ji Chengyuan, who were standing aside, sneered. Seeing Zhang Yang’s doubts, Fang Jinyuan explained: “Sir. Don’t look at this golden-haired ghost with a perfect peak strength, it’s hard to live in the United States now.”

Before he could finish speaking, Fred was dissatisfied and interrupted: "I am not a golden-haired ghost. You should give the strong respect you deserve. Please call me Mr. Fred."

Several Yuanmeng said sarcastically, "You are now a prisoner!"

"! I am not your prisoner, I am a guest under the Blood Turtle King Mian!" Fred looked dissatisfied and cursed these old people in his heart.

Zhang Yang also looked at the few people with amusement, waved his hand and said, "Stop talking nonsense, you guys sit together, let's have some food."

After saying that, he asked several people to sit down and let Xia Xinyu and the girls eat by themselves, while he accompanied these strong men by himself.

Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and took out ten bottles of tribute wine from the ring. He muttered, "It's a bargain, I'll pay it back to me next time I go back."

Fang Jinyuan and Ji Chengyuan couldn't stand it. This was what they contributed to Zhang Yang. Now this guy is still saying what he returns, which is too shameless.

Zhang Yang didn't care what others thought. He raised his glass and drank it before chuckling, "I think everyone here knows you, right?"

Everyone nodded, Lan Wulong and others returned to their original appearance and recognized it. The martial arts world is so big, there are only so many strong people. These people might have been friends decades ago.

Zhang Yang chuckled and said, "Then I will tell you a long story short. I don't want anything else about the ruins except the high-rise buildings in the middle. I looked around the high-rise buildings and saw that there were ten lower low buildings. It was the residence of the strong Tuofan. You have nine people, one building, and the rest will be distributed to..."

Before he finished speaking, Fred hurriedly said, "Mr., don't we have ten people?" He thought he realized that he was beginning to divide the spoils, but Zhang Yang would definitely not count himself in it.

Zhang Yang glanced at him, "You don't count, you are a prisoner now. Let's talk about it when you pay the money."

"Sir, I will definitely send you the money. You can't leave me behind!" Fred said smoothly in Chinese and quickly began to explain. If he had sent the money, the ruins would have been cleared long ago, and there would be no rest.

Moreover, this is a large ruin, with many strong people and many good things in it.

There are no more than three large ruins discovered in the martial arts world over the years, and there are countless casualties and injuries to enter each time. The ultimate benefit is also divided by those powerful people.

They are not like Zhang Yang who only take what they want, just like locusts passing through the border, and they are plundering everything in the ruins.

Large ruins are extremely dangerous, so if these magical forces break in at risk, they will naturally not be cheaper for those people.

This exploration seems simple, but in fact, if Zhang Yang hadn't, the people present would have been dead.

Forty or fifty puppets at the peak of perfection, let alone them, even if they have another magic weapon, they will be powerless. At that time, they will be in a dilemma, either forcibly breaking into the deaths and injuries, or they will continue to use their lives to fill them out and go out of the passage.

Now a ruin that has never been explored has been opened up by them, and there must be many benefits inside, especially the residence of Huajin.

Although Fred is an American, he has no less research on the ruins of China than those of the perfect strong people here, otherwise he would not have been silly and politely asking for publicity.

Other perfect strong people naturally understand that even if the strong people who have become saints have good things, they are not able to expect. Not to mention that they rely entirely on Zhang Yang to enter, even if Zhang Yang doesn’t take action, they dare not swallow those things.

They won the inheritance of the powerful man Tufan and would not say anything, and they turned a blind eye and passed it. After all, these people are all with perfect strength.

But if they dare to divide the legacy of the Saint-level powerhouse, these people will definitely die in desperation within three days.

Even ordinary magic powers are definitely not dared to embezzle them. At least we have to share some benefits, or we just attract a few allies.

But Zhang Yang doesn't care. Who doesn't know that it's harder to take advantage of this guy than to reach the sky. Besides, they don't have to turn against Zhang Yang for these things.

He has countless good things in his hands, and he can't buy them as long as he is willing to spend some money. Why do he have to turn against Zhang Yang for such a little money?

However, Zhang Yang never thought about these things from beginning to end. In his opinion, it was not normal for him to take away the best things he discovered. Why should he share them with others?

When he takes all these puppets, he will exchange them for a few high-end robots with the strength of Huajin, and he will still care what those people think.

He now has a lot of energy in his hand and has a lot of things to deal with Huajin, so he is not afraid of those people causing trouble for him.

"I have no objection. If you can tell the people present, you can do the remaining one." Zhang Yang really doesn't care. He originally wanted to allocate the remaining one to the powerful men present, but this guy didn't have much objection to him.

"Sir, you must not. If you are not my race, your heart will be different!" The person who spoke was He Qianhun, a strong man from the extreme west. When he heard Zhang Yang want to distribute things to this blonde ghost, the few people were immediately anxious.

The other people also looked at Zhang Yang with a look of hope. Although they didn't know how Zhang Yang divided it, they must have been distributed to them in the end. Naturally, these people didn't want to share it with Fred.

Fred looked anxious and quickly said, "Mianxia, ​​I have lived in China for ten years. If you are willing, I can join the Chinese family, we are all a family!"

Zhang Yang was so amused that he waved his hand and said, "You can do whatever you want, nine perfect, five of them agree to be yours. If you don't agree, don't look for me."

Zhang Yang was too lazy to care about these nosy things. He scanned those residences of Huajin. He didn't know anything except some weapons and Long Huajing, but he thought it was not very good.

If these people want to break through to Huajin's legacy, they will not have a great chance. Besides, even if they break through Zhang Yang, they will not have any ideas. Now, ordinary Huajin cannot pose a threat to him, and in fact, there is not much difference between them and Yuanmai.

When Fred heard this, he didn't bother to drink. He quickly started discussing with the five people brought by Zhang Yang, and even King Qingyi was pulled in.

As for the fulfillment of the people in the extreme west, he saw that these people brought a lot of people and would definitely want to swallow the last residence, so naturally they would not negotiate with them.

Zhang Yang shook his head, took back the wine that had not yet been opened, turned around and ran over to eat with Xia Xinyu and others.

The three powerful men in the extreme west looked at the only bottle of Kaifeng left in front of them, and the good wine that was half drunk by Zhang Yang was amused and crying. This person was too stingy.

However, in their opinion, communication with Zhang Yang is much easier than those old antiques. This person believes that if people don’t offend me, I won’t offend others. Although he is greedy for money, he is very generous to other things.

Otherwise, even if Zhang Yang doesn't give them any benefits, they will not dare to say anything.

After all, he also brought the five great perfection powerhouses, and with his own strong strength, it would be a piece of cake to kill them all.

The few people looked at each other and ignored the blonde ghost. I think the others would not agree. No matter how strong the foreigners are, they are still aliens. Chinese warriors generally do not have a good face to aliens.

Zhang Yang didn't care what they were thinking. Looking at Situ Lin, who was originally arrogant and cold, he was stunned at this moment when he chatted without stopping.

These women are too skilled in pretending to behave, and even Zhang Yang never found this girl so capable.

"Girl, are you quite edible?" Zhang Yang looked at her, Balabara and killed a pot of beef tripe in front of him, and couldn't help but smile.

Situ Lin gave him a blank look and hummed, "I have been hungry for several days, and the master has no food to bring, so I'm almost starving to death."

Zhang Yang laughed loudly. This old guy, King Qingyi, is interesting. He doesn't even bring food when he goes out. Do they think there is something to eat in the desert?
Chapter completed!