Immortal World Supplier

Originally, Wei Zhongtian was not willing to sign the soul-soul contract, but Fang Qi's bold plan was there, and he looked eager to try... Wei Zhongtian didn't dare to gamble!

He had seen Fang Qi clearly, he was just like a desperado, not afraid of death at all, and he didn't care much about his identity as the young master of Haishamen.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, this is a joke!

Wei Zhongtian suddenly felt quite sad, and a bleak look appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After signing the deed, Fang Qi took it back and checked it back and forth. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Okay...for the sake of your good performance...this arm...will be stored with you first...Remember, don't make trouble for me, or it won't be your arm that will be taken off next time...and It's your head."

"This is my advice to you, I hope you will remember it clearly... Otherwise, you will really be beaten to death... No wonder I!"

Fang Qi smiled, what he said was the truth, if these people couldn't listen...then he couldn't help it.

This is the end of the words, if you really want to kill yourself, then Fang Qi can't hold back!

One hundred spirit stones, winning such a big shop...however you look at it, it's worth it!

Fang Qi looked at Wei Zhongtian with more kind eyes.

Wei Zhongtian shivered, hugged his arms and ran away rolling and crawling.

It's so frightening... The feeling of meeting a lunatic... It's so frustrating!

Wei Zhongtian took a deep breath, his outlook on life and values ​​had completely collapsed, and there was only a powerless cry in his heart!

Fang Qi didn't start to look at the shop until all the people in the shop had left.

All the goods inside were packaged and taken away, leaving only an empty shell.

Of course, what Fang Qi wanted was such an empty shell.

In front of the store, the three facades are connected together, making it look extremely spacious.

Behind the shop, there is a small house with more than a dozen rooms, so it must be no problem to accommodate dozens of people.

And for immortal cultivators, it is generally enough to have a relatively safe futon that can be used for meditation. As for sleeping or not... it really doesn't matter.

Hardworking monks usually practice day and night, and basically have no time to rest.

The road to cultivating immortality is long and boring. Not only do you have to endure these long and boring days, but more importantly, you have to work hard day after day, year after year, and you struggle.

This is your obligation, and it is your mission.

Fang Qi pouted, trying to cultivate immortality? Has he ever?

It is impossible to work hard to cultivate immortals, and it is impossible to work hard to cultivate immortals in this life.

I want to grab the tail of Lingshi, I want to become the richest monk in the cultivation world, I want to become a Lingshi tycoon...

With Lingshi, are you afraid that you will not cultivate?

Fang Qi curled his lips, but he has never forgotten what the purpose of coming to the central city this time is...

He is the man who wants to take down all two giant spirit stone mines...

At that time, ten years of mining will generate an income of 18 billion spirit stones...

With these two giant spirit stone mines, Fang Qi doesn't need to work so hard to open a shop, he just needs to lie at home and count the money...

"Sanggong... Is it not good for us to do this? One hundred spirit stones bought such a large shop and such a spacious yard... Aren't you buying and selling..."

Xue Xue came over, tugged Fang Qi's sleeve twice, she always felt that it was not good to do so...