Chapter 242： Shangyang Mountain Hall of Fame (1/2)

It was night in a blink of an eye.

I have to say that the students of Xuanyuan Budo Academy have too strong purchasing power.

Especially the advanced students who joined in later, these people did not blink their eyes when they increased the price.

After most of the sales, although the debris in Su Lang's storage space has not been processed, most of it has been sold.

This allowed Su Lang to harvest more than 15 million middle-grade spirit stones!

However, by this time, the remaining living creatures are basically not selling well.

The enthusiasm of the students has also been reduced by more than half.

If Su Lang took out the perfect quality pill to sell, it would definitely make the scene hot immediately.

But he did not intend to do so.

The perfect quality pill is too glaring.

Secondly, the spirit stones of the students were almost squeezed by him.

Even if the students bid for the purchase, they can't sell it at a high price.

Su Lang planned to find a suitable opportunity to find a shop outside and sell them all.

”Okay, it's almost sold!”

Su Lang waved his hand to close the booth, waved his hand and said, ”Everyone, go back.”

As soon as this statement came out, the students immediately sighed unwillingly.

But Su Lang was already a high-ranking platinum student in their eyes. They didn't dare to offend, so they could only obediently disperse.

Seeing the students who turned their heads one step at a time, Su Lang smiled dumbly before turning around and leaving.

When I returned to the courtyard.

Su Lang found a letter stuck in the door of the small building.

Open it and take a look.

”Small things!”

”I didn't expect you to be a counselor, so you hide in other places.”

”But it doesn't matter, as long as you are at Xuanyuan Martial Arts Academy, don't even want to escape our palms.”

”We will definitely stop you from crying every day, crying hard!”

”Fourth Master Xishan stay!”

The handwriting was red, which was enough to show how angry the Fourth Young Master Xishan was and how hated Su Lang was.

”It seems...have not learned enough!”

Su Lang sneered, and burned the letter with a fire.

Soon, he walked into the small building and fell asleep.

...

the next morning.