Chapter 3967 (1/2)

”Luo Qing, Qiao Daqian, you deceive people too much!”

Having lived for 40 years, the mayor of Zhao has never met such an unyielding thing.

He has a thick red neck, and he has to fight with Joe Daqian.

”Wait. Don't get angry, Mayor Zhao. ”

Just at this time, he saw a man faster than the mayor of Zhao, standing in front of him.

”Little Fang ye, they've been deceiving people too much

Zhao Zhenchang was angry, and his eyes glared at Luo Qing and others.

”Zhao Lei, we should tell you that. It is a crime of deception that you use inferior spirit millet to pass for second-class spirit millet. This batch of spirit millet of Zhou Chu Town, irrigated with waste water, has no aura, which is inferior to the old rotten millet! ”

Qiao Daqian said, and stepped forward on those spiritual millet.

Lingsu was immediately ground into powder.

The spirit millet is irrigated with sewage, and there is no aura at all?

As soon as Zhao heard this, his face became more and more ugly.

What's the matter?

He looked at the side of the Luo Qing, Luo Qing a face of bang se.

Zhao Zhenchang's heart thump, as if to understand what.

For ordinary people, it is impossible to see how much aura there is in the spirit millet unless they are a alchemist.

Zhou Chu Zhen's method to determine the level of lingsu was only based on previous years' experience and with the naked eye.

Seeing that these lingsu met the standard of second-class lingsu in previous years, the mayor of Zhao took it for granted that they were second-class products.

After all, if this batch of spirit millet is inferior and does not have any aura, then the tax he paid to Gu Yuehai would not have any aura.

If the solitary moon sea is to blame down, that Zhou Chu town is not

”It's over It's all over... ”

The mayor of Zhao, like a thunderbolt, fell to the ground.

If solitary moon sea is to blame down, he is not to harm the whole town people, all finished.

”How unreasonable, how dare you, a rogue in ZhouChu Town, to pass a inferior one as a good one. Somebody, throw this man into the lake. ”

On hearing this, the disciple was also in a cold sweat.

Luo Qing is a man he knows.

This man is the new master of sanshenggu. He can't talk nonsense.

This batch of spirit millet is inferior to inferior spelling. If it is collected, he will be in trouble.

At the thought, the disciple was afraid and became more and more angry with the mayor of Zhao.

Fu Lei is buried in the lake of yanziwu. As soon as a person approaches, it will explode.

Earlier, another peddler refused to accept the disciple's purchase, so he threw him into the lake, and his body was dead.

Those peddlers witnessed with their own eyes that they were very afraid of Tianmen's means, and they were even more afraid to say anything.

Mayor Zhao sat on the ground for a long time.

”Wait a minute.”

When several disciples of the eight trigrams heavenly gate rushed forward, they saw a young man standing in front of them.

”Dare to obstruct Tianmen's affairs, seek death, and throw the boy into the lake together.”

The disciple sneered and didn't look at the man named ”Fang Shi Ye” at all.

”Who said that this batch of spirit millet is inferior?”

Ye Lingyue is a clear eye swept, eyes indifferent, but see its one quick.

Those disciples were numb at the mouth of the tiger, and they were holding the talisman in their hands earlier, and they fell to the ground one after another.