Chapter 1346: Seated VIP seats (1/2)

Chapter 1346 Seated in the VIP Seat

There is no doubt that life is priceless.

In order to survive, you can pay any price.

But one thing is that the injured monks did not face life and death threats. For example, Fan Yang and the broken foot monk, their bodies were seriously injured, but they were not serious enough to threaten life and death.

Moreover, they could not produce ten saint-level beast pills.

The wound healing pills can repair their injuries, regenerate the broken limbs, return to normal, and return to the ranks of normal people.

However, they couldn't produce so many beast pills, no matter how magical the wound healing pills were, it would have no effect on them.

No one denies the magic of the healing pill, but because of the shyness in the bag, he can't afford such an expensive price and can only be discouraged.

No one regrets more than Fan Yang. Yang Tengbai gave him a pill, but he did not accept it, instead he spoke to contradict Yang Teng.

Such a huge opportunity, slipping away in front of him, who can be blamed.

Upon hearing the price mentioned by Yang Teng, Fan Yang and the monk with Broken Foot knew that they had no chance of getting a healing pill.

Fan Yang was still ambitious, and immediately stood up, squeezing out of the crowd with a stupid expression, and then left the main square without where he was.

This is how people are, and the opportunities in front of them are not cherished. Only when they are lost can they be known precious, but it is too late.

The monk with a broken foot did not have the ambition of Fan Yang. Hearing the price mentioned by Yang Teng, his whole body seemed to have lost the last trace of strength and collapsed on the ground.

After a while, the broken-foot monk used both hands and feet, stumbling around in front of Yang Teng, hugged Yang Teng’s calf, and pleaded bitterly: ”Young Master Yang! Please have mercy on me, so give me a pill. Well, I will always remember your good.”

Needless to say Yang Teng, the other monks felt that the Broken Foot monk was too shameless.

Is such a precious pill given to you for nothing, just to be remembered by you forever?

Who do you think you are, you really take yourself seriously!

Yang Teng smiled apologetically, ”I'm really sorry. In order to refine this healing pill, I also paid a huge price and gave it to you for nothing. My loss is too great to bear. You still want something else. Let’s do it. In fact, if you don’t take the healing pill, you can use your cultivation base to carefully nurture it for decades, and there is hope that the sole of the foot will grow back.”

When the broken foot monk heard it, his heart was full of crying. Before he could heal the wound, he didn't have much thoughts and had already accepted his fate.

Just like Yang Teng said, after decades of meticulous care, this broken foot has hope to grow back.

However, now there is such a chance that a broken foot can grow back, how can he endure decades of suffering.

Every day I waited is torment and torment to his heart.

No, he must get the healing pill, and he must not spend the past few decades in suffering.

He hugged Yang Teng's calf tightly and refused to relax. The Broken Foot cultivator knew that this was his only chance. If he missed this time, he would never have a chance to get the healing pill again.

A terrible thought suddenly flashed in his mind, if Yang Teng refused him again, he would use force! Forcibly **** the wound healing pill from Yang Teng!

This thought was fleeting. Although the Broken Foot monk said that he was holding Yang Teng's calf with both hands, he didn't dare to say that he would be able to subdue Yang Teng.

Once a miss, there is only one dead end waiting for him.

No way! It's not worth taking such a risk for one foot.

As everyone knows, Lord Governor took great care of Yang Teng. After the attack, Yang Teng lived in Lord Governor’s mansion.

Even if Yang Teng was forced to surrender the wound healing pill, Lord Governor would not let him go.

The Broken Foot cultivator dared not have such thoughts again, so he had to beg Yang Teng bitterly.

Two guards came over, one by one, and threw the broken-foot monk out of the big square.

”Yang Shao, Lord Governor invites you to come.” The guard who followed was called Yang Teng.

Following the guards to the VIP table, Yang Teng stepped forward to bow to the lord of the governor, ”I have seen the adults, I have seen all the seniors.”

No matter how arrogant Yang Teng is, he has no choice. As long as he is not an enemy and is not hostile to him, he will be very polite.

The governor smiled and said, ”I just saw your magic pill, all colleagues are very interested. If you want to watch it, is it convenient?”

”Of course it is convenient.” Yang Teng took out a jade bottle with a pseudo-god-level wound healing pill in it, and handed it to the master of the state.

The lord of the state opened the cork, and suddenly a vigorous force came to his face.

You don't need to take it and taste it yourself, you can feel the powerful vitality from this power.

Pour out this healing pill and put it in the palm of your hand and watch it for a while. The Lord of the State is amazed, ”It really is a good baby!”

Nearby, the other distinguished guests were already impatient with waiting, and urged: ”Zhuang Yuetian, you have not been so dizzy as to be emperor, please bring it over and show it to the old man.”

Zhuang Yuetian handed the wound healing pill to this person and introduced to Yang Teng: ”This is the state lord of Zuo Yinyue State, Bianxu.”