Seeing Mo Qianxun surrender, Fang Lie was somewhat proud. For many years, Fang Lie always talked about Mo Qianxun when he was angry in the sect. If the head sect had not dereliction of duty, how could he and his younger brothers and sisters have been so miserable?

Countless times, Fang Lie scolded Mo Qianxun in his dream, which shows how deep his resentment is.

And today, Fang Lie finally let out this anger.

But Fang Lie was not happy enough, so he then smiled and said, "Sir, you can give it to you, but as your identity, you can't get it for nothing, right?"

"The sect will naturally have rewards." After Mo Qianxun finished speaking, he suddenly woke up and said, "Do you have specific requirements?"

"Not bad" Fang Lie then said, "You know that my family is not rich, and Brother Bird wants to refine treasures with my divine essence, and he still lacks some materials. Look, can you open the sect's inner treasury and let me choose at will

"I can still make the decision on the material for a treasure." Hearing that Fang Lie's conditions were not too harsh, Mo Qianxun's face also improved a lot. He continued to smile and said, "Give me a list."

"Okay" Fang Lie didn't say anything nonsense, and just showed him the list given by Lao Bird.

After glanced at it, Mo Qianxun remembered it all, and then he jumped up from the chair and shouted: "Fang Lie, why are you not honest? So many things are enough to refine more than ten high-quality magic weapons. How could it be the material for a treasure? Do you want to fool me, or do you think I am confused?"

"Hey, you can't talk nonsense." Fang Lie immediately said unhappily: "This is a list given by Master Bird. I did not add a slightest swear by the ancestors of the Fang family."

"Well" Hearing this, Mo Qianxun was stunned. He knew that Fang Lie must be the truth, but he couldn't figure out why he needed so many materials, so he frowned and said, "Then is it that he said that this is refining some magic weapon?"

"I said it, altar," Fang Lie said: "Also it was a treasure that the ancient mighty liked, but it disappeared later. Is it true or false?"

When Mo Qianxun heard this, his old face suddenly started to cramp. He couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said, "This is true. It was popular in ancient times, but later it was not used. The reason is very simple. It was too wasteful of materials. Fang Lie. Can you change a treasure? This is a tricky thing?"

"Not changing" Fang Lie said firmly: "Bird said that this thing can greatly increase my cultivation speed. No one can surpass it, I will make a decision."

"Ouch" Mo Qianxun shouted in distress: "What are you anxious about? Your current cultivation speed is already fast enough, and it may even exceed my level back then. With your immortal body, you will sooner or later achieve a thunder tribulation, or even a half-immortal. I really can't see what you are so anxious to practice?"

"I naturally have my use," Fang Lie said lightly: "Anyway, do you agree in one sentence?"

Fang Lie didn't want to tell the story of his plotting against someone using Linglong Locking Qi Tower, because this was his biggest weakness.

Once someone knows, there will definitely be countless people who will disturb him from practicing. As long as a hundred years later, Fang Lie cannot reach the 20,000-mile Qihai, his life will be exhausted and he will die, and his immortal body will not be able to save him.

Mo Qianxun didn't know Fang Lie's difficulties and thought this guy was taking the opportunity to please the greater good. He felt angry and closed his mouth and refused to speak.

Fang Lie said indifferently: "I must refine the altar. If you don't give the materials, I can only use the divine marrow to find other sects to exchange it for."

"Damn it," Mo Qianxun said furiously: "You are cruel, I'll give it to me."

"This is almost the same," Fang Lie smiled slightly and said, "There are two more things you have to do for me.

"Do you have any conditions?" Mo Qianxun said angrily: "Don't go too far? Be careful that I will break the verge of death."

"Not it?" Fang Lie hurriedly said, "Those are all very simple conditions. For example, I will go to suppress the little demon's acupoint soon and need to quickly improve my cultivation. Let me practice in the center of Yuchi for half a year, is it okay?"

"Hmph" Mo Qianxun snorted coldly, and said with a slightly gentle look: "If this is the case, I will agree to you."

"There is another last condition. I send the Buddha to the West. I don't have many advanced resources to practice anymore. I still have to ask the head teacher to provide it." Fang Lie said with a smile.

"This" Mo Qianxun did not answer directly this time, but thought for a while, and then said in a very interesting way: "This matter must be discussed for a long time. Now, I have a suggestion, please listen carefully."

Mo Qianxun then said seriously: "Come back first and refine all the spiritual medicines prepared in the sect's warehouse into spiritual liquid, and supply them to the sect's advanced alchemists. You can draw 20%. This gives you enough resources to allow you to practice in seclusion in the Yuchi Pond."

You should know that there are millions of disciples in the Mo Sect, and there are naturally many alchemists, among which there are more than a dozen great alchemists who are stronger than Fang Lie.

It’s a pity that they don’t have the conditions of Fang Lie, and it takes a long time to refine a good pot of pills every time, and there is a high chance of scrapping.

But if they can get the spiritual liquid refined by Fang Lie, then they can not only ensure success rate, but also speed up the alchemy speed, and their skills will also increase.

Obviously, Mo Qianxun was considering the entire Mo Sect. Not only did he solve the problem of Fang Lie's cultivation, but he also greatly increased the output of advanced spiritual pills in the sect and trained the team, making these alchemists have a greater chance of advancing.

After hearing this, Fang Lie immediately understood Mo Qianxun's good intentions. He couldn't help but smile and said, "I am really worthy of being the famous Zhiduoxing in the world. In just a while, you came up with such a brilliant plan to kill three birds with one stone. I admire you, I admire you."

"Since you admire them all, then that's what you decided?" Mo Qianxun said with a smile.

"Don't" Fang Lie waved his hand and said, "In this way, you will take all the advantage. I am a coolie. How stupid do you think I have to be able to agree to this condition?"

"I said Fang Lie, you can't forget your roots when you have the ability?" Mo Qianxun said unhappily: "Purification of spiritual liquid is just a small task for you. Why don't you make some contribution to the sect?"

"Are you contributing to the sect or to the aristocratic family?" Fang Lie sneered.

"This" Mo Qianxun hurriedly said: "Of course, it may be beneficial for the family to contribute to the sect, but other senior management can do the same?"

"Okay," Fang Lie sneered immediately, "Since that's the case, that's all. As long as you can guarantee that this batch of spiritual pills can be distributed according to your cultivation, not according to the aristocratic family, and absolutely impartially. Then I agree with your proposal, but the question is, can you guarantee it?"

"This" Mo Qianxun was speechless.

Among the high-level monks in Mo Sect who are above Fengjie Zhenren, two-thirds of them are from aristocratic families, and one-third are high-qualified disciples collected from outside.

The forces of aristocratic families intermarry and join each other, which has long become a stubborn disease. Those monks without foundation, even those who are fire catastrophe, will be excluded.

The good treasures in the sect are chosen first by the direct descendants of the big aristocratic families, then by the side branches of the big aristocratic families, as well as small and medium aristocratic families. Finally, it is the turn of the monks outside.

The distribution of single-use treasures such as spiritual elixirs and talismans is even more unfair. They have always been the big ones among the big ones of the children of aristocratic families.

This has become the unspoken rule of the Mo Sect, and it is a cancer that has been entrenched for many years. Even the head sect Mo Qianxun has no way to correct it at once.

As long as he dares, he will stand opposite to all aristocratic families at once, and trouble will occur at that time.

So Fang Lie's words were like he hitting his fatal point in an instant, making him unable to argue at all.

Seeing Mo Qianxun's embarrassing appearance, Fang Lie sneered and said, "It seems you know that the Mo family has long been controlled by the aristocratic family. The tradition of fairness, justice and selfless dedication of the Mo family has long been discarded. Since that is the case, why should I sacrifice myself to fulfill those bastards? Give me a reason first."

Mo Qianxun had nothing to say, so he could only smile bitterly: "I have no reason to say, you have the final say."

"Since I have the final say, I want 50%" Fang Lie said proudly: "I provide spiritual liquid, and they work hard, half the price."

"Hey, hey, don't be too dark, okay?" Mo Qianxun immediately shouted dissatisfied: "We also provide spiritual medicines. We have to do the materials and work. You are only responsible for an intermediate link, so you have to take half of it? Can you still be a little darker?"

"The so-called raw materials you took out are garbage, and I turned them into treasures." Fang Lie sneered: "And only I can do this. Speaking of which, without you, there are countless alchemists in the world who are willing to use my spiritual liquid to refine spiritual pills. This is clearly that you are rushing to ask me, and I am pitiful to you. Please don't make any mistakes in our relationship."

"Boy, you're not so cruel, right? It's not appropriate to strike such a ruthless knife against the sect." Mo Qianxun persuaded: "Think about your father, how much he loves the Mo Sect. If he was still there, he would never be like this.

"Hahaha" Fang Lie immediately laughed and said, "It's okay if you don't mention him. Since you mentioned him, we should say even more. My father made countless contributions to the sect. After he died in the battle, the sect not only did not resurrect him, but even did not even give up a fart, let alone seek justice. Instead, you are going to kill us orphans? I think if he had spirit in heaven, he would definitely complain that I was too soft-hearted and the knife was too shallow."

Fang Lie said something, Mo Qianxun's face turned red. He was indeed in a position to lose money on Fang Lie's father's affairs.

As a result, Mo Qianxun had no longer had a dispute with Fang Lie, and quickly threw down his sentence: "Everything depends on you."

Then he ran away.

Although this negotiation ended with Fang Lie's great victory, Fang Lie had no intention of being happy at all, but instead felt extremely bored.

My father was honest and heroic for life, but ended up like this. Fang Lie's sorrow in his heart was simply nowhere to be told.
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