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Fan Zhanyang had to pay attention to this matter. Even if the people from the sixth region didn't have much of a strength on their own, there were still dozens of people, and even he did not wish to offend them.

To be able to defeat him in such a short period of time, he must be at least at the fourth level of Soul Formation!

"When the battle started, I didn't dare to go over, and when I went over to check, there would be no one left, but it shouldn't be Long Yuan."

The lackey said in a low voice. He didn't see anything at all.

"Forget it, let's just ignore him. He should be one of those people." Right, have you found any news about that kid? "

Fan Zhanyang asked.

"No news yet, but we've already been in the forest for two days. Unless he doesn't want to leave our district, as long as he dares to go here, we will definitely catch him."

The lackey sneered.

"Take over the sixth region as well. Don't let the kid pick it up too easily. Go on."

Fan Zhanyang once again laid on top of the boulder, and closed his eyes to rest.

On the afternoon of the third day, more and more people entered the second floor. However, after listening to the idle chatter from those people, many of them came in after paying a protection fee.

Ye Fan could not help but pat his head.

"What's the matter with you?"

Murong Xin'er asked suspiciously.

"I suddenly realized that I almost missed a good opportunity to earn money!"

Ye Fan sighed to the sky, and then quickly walked to the first floor, and Murong Xin'er followed behind.

Those who stayed on the first floor's northeast corner did not have all their cards assembled, which meant they were faced with the fate of being eliminated.

"Brother, do you want a number plate? Two bottles of [second rank Pills s] each. "

Ye Fan came to the front of a fat head and big eared trial challenger, and said quietly.

Seeing that, Murong Xin'er immediately pretended that he did not recognize the man, and turned back to the second floor.

"Give me two!"

"Give me one!"

"Don't fight with me, I want three!"

"..."

Before the fatty could even react, the few trial-takers beside him had already surrounded him. They all took out Pills and spirit stones from their pockets, competing to buy them.

Ye Fan could not help but be taken aback, secretly resentful that he called the price too low, this group of people were not people who needed money.

However, since he had yelled out a bid, he still sold ten of them, and then found Murong Xin'er.

"I've discovered that this is a path to becoming rich. Right now I still have eighteen cards, go and help me sell them. Five bottles of second grade Pills or equivalent spirit stones, fifty percent is enough for us."

Ye Fan took out his number plate and said.

"I refuse!"

Murong Xin'er put on an ice-cold face and immediately rejected him, not giving Ye Fan the slightest chance.

Seeing that his plan failed, Ye Fan could only find a piece of cloth to cover his face. He returned to the first floor and switched to another area.

"Brother, do you need a number plate? Five bottles of [Second Rank Pills] each. "

Ye Fan found a young master dressed in an embroidered gown and asked softly.

"Five bottles? "You stole the money!"

The young master glared at Ye Fan and said.

"Brother, I want five bottles for one. Give me two."

One of the trial-takers beside the young master immediately stuck his head out and took out ten bottles of Soul Concentrating Pills and handed them over to Ye Fan.

"Heh heh, I'm qualified now."

After the challenger received the number plate, he looked at the young master in contempt, seeming to say, "You poor bastard." Then, he ran towards the registered disciple with a wide smile.

"Give me three!"

The young master at the side was immediately angered and took out a pile of spirit stones and bottles of second grade Pills.

"Now, ten bottles each."

Ye Fan glanced at him, then said softly.

"Come and see!" This guy is selling his number plate, ten bottles of level two Pills, it's simply snatching money from others! "

The young master was immediately enraged, he stood up and exposed Ye Fan's crimes!

When he said that, countless gazes turned towards Ye Fan, like a hungry wolf looking at food, Ye Fan couldn't help but get goosebumps.

Just as Ye Fan was about to slip away, a group of people surrounded him.

"Give me one!"

"Give me two!"

"I will offer fifteen bottles of Pills, give me one!"

"..."

Before Ye Fan could react, the number plates in his hands had already been sold out. The trial takers who bought the number plates still looked at their young master as if he was an idiot.

"Brother, is there anything else?"

The young master was immediately dumbstruck, and asked while looking at Ye Fan's empty palm.

"I gave you a chance, but unfortunately, you don't know how to treasure it."

Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders, then prepared to directly return to the second floor.

At this time, a black-robed youth with a long blade on his back walked in and stood in front of the registered disciple.

"Show me your number plate."

The registered disciple whispered.

Hualala ?

The youth with the saber on his back raised his hand and hundreds of number plates fell in front of the registered disciples. The entire hall suddenly became silent.

Ye Fan was also stunned at the sight of the hundreds of number plates, and couldn't help but frown.

This... How many bottles of Pills would he have to sell? What a waste!

"Long Yuan, excellent!"

The registered disciple also swallowed his saliva and kept his number plate.

Long Yuan's expression remained the same, after hearing his own result, he turned and walked towards the second floor.

Ye Fan looked at Long Yuan's back figure, he could not help but stroke his chin, and considered whether or not he should go out and snatch some number plates.