One million taels of gold!

Murong Yan felt absurd in her heart. She wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

Not only could she not laugh, but the young man in green, named "Zhuyang", couldn't laugh, even the old man with white hair and beard and martial arts master level could not laugh.

As soon as the figure appeared in the cave, the old man felt a overwhelming pressure, covering himself from all directions, squeezing himself into the middle.

Murong Yan and others also felt the same way, unable to speak or move.

The five-headed mastiffs, who were originally brave, began to tremble all over the body at this moment, and their white dog hair fell all over the floor, as if it was snowing.

"Martial Arts... Saint!" The old man spitted out four words from his mouth with difficulty, and cold sweat quickly spread throughout his body.

At this moment, all fear was left in his heart.

As a loyal servant of the Murong family, he was too lazy to say the four words "Miss Escape" at this moment.

It is not that they are unfaithful in the face of death, but that when the enemy is a martial saint, they cannot escape at all. Perhaps in the market with crowds and the mountains and rivers with complex terrain, they can still escape by fishing in a muddy water, but in this flat and unobstructed valley, they may not even be able to walk fifty steps and they will be killed on the spot.

"When did Daqian have such a young martial saint? I have never heard of it!"

The old man had a little despair.

However, he never expected that such a master would be followed by a mere concubine of the Hong family.

Not only did the old man not expect that the other enemies and us, including Murong Yan, Shen Tianyang, Xiao Mu and others, were also extremely shocked.

"What? I think it's expensive!" The figure walking out of the cave was naturally Wang Fan, and he said with a low laugh, "If you think it's expensive, then don't buy it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he restrained his momentum and became ordinary, looking like a middle-aged man working in the countryside.

Everyone on Murong Yan's side breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, senior, for farewell." Murong Yan had just recovered her speaking ability and was about to leave immediately without any delay.

"Slow down!" Wang Fan suddenly spoke again.

Murong Yan and others who had just turned around and were about to run towards the entrance of the valley suddenly stiffened and they did not dare to move.

"I wonder what instructions do you have for senior?" Murong Yan slowly turned back, with an extremely ugly smile on her beautiful face.

"Didn't you just say you want to give me a thank-you gift? What about sending beggars with a thousand taels of gold?" As Wang Fan spoke, his majestic aura was released again and pressed against Murong Yan and others.

Plop!

Murong Yan couldn't bear it and was pressed to the ground.

Only Murong Yan can still stand.

"Senior thinks how much should I give you?" The smile on Murong Yan's face became even more ugly, with a hint of ashes.

A faintly, she had a slight ominous premonition in her heart.

The next moment, the premonition comes true.

She heard a sentence that was like a bolt from the blue.

"The grace of saving lives is naturally one million taels of gold!" Wang Fan's expression was taken for granted, as if he was talking about "one hundred taels of gold".

"Life is priceless, it's already cheap to just collect one million taels of gold for you. That day, Ayi saved you three people, and only you can save money for life-saving. You've made a lot of money!" Wang Fan thought for a while and said again.

Upon hearing this, Murong Yan's face turned red suddenly.

Then it became ashen again, changing three times in a row, as if it was a magic trick, which made people amazed.

It took a long time, long time.

"Okay! Senior said it well, life is priceless! One million taels of gold is indeed not expensive!" Murong Yan squeezed out this sentence from his teeth, "But now I don't carry so much gold, but I have to go back to Yunmeng to collect it."

"No, no hurry, I will give you enough time to collect it, but the interest rate must be calculated carefully." Wang Fan smiled, "One minute monthly interest rate, this is a very fair price."

Murong Yan wanted to vomit blood.

One minute monthly interest rate is one percent, which is indeed a very fair price for private lending.

However, the principal is a total of one million taels, which is equivalent to giving out a total of ten thousand taels of gold in one month!

"Okay!" Murong Yan agreed again.

This time, she agreed very readily, and her face was extremely calm and confident.

"Uh, Uncle Wang, she seems to want to pay the debt." Hong Yi is good at scrutinizing people's hearts, but he saw something.

"If she defaults on the debt, that would be great." Wang Fan showed a meaningful smile on his face.

...

That night, Murong Yan did not leave, but instead lived in the Xishan Cave.

Early the next morning, Hong Yi got up and went to the valley outside the cave to hone his martial arts skills.

In the early morning sun, Hong Yi stood under the tree and practiced Tianzangshou with one move. This kung fu is the supreme method of training muscles in Xuantian Hall. Hong Yi learned from Xiao Mu.

Tianzang's hand is light and sharp, but it is completely different from the Bull Demon's powerful fist and Tiger Demon's bone refining fist. His body moves slowly, his body is light, his breath rises and falls, and he enters a state of peace.

After playing one set, when he was still in peace, he fought the strong and powerful Bull Demon punch like a mad demon. This immediately felt a different feeling, like fire and explosion, like twisting steel wire, and forging steel.

After this change, after two sets of punches, Hong Yi felt extremely happy, his whole body was extremely lively, and he was cheering and cheering everywhere.

"This is the state of the combination of yin and yang!" Hong Yi was slightly excited.

When I was doing boxing like this before, every time I finished practicing, I felt dizzy and my soul would feel damaged.

But this time, there was no such feeling at all. It was obvious that Hong Yi truly achieved the harmony of yin and yang, the blending of water and fire, and the body was harmonious.

"Hong Yi, you are actually Bull Demon Fist, Tianzang Hands to practice together!" At this moment, a woman walked out of the cave.

But it was Murong Yan.

"Did you peek at me practicing?" Hong Yi immediately adjusted his breath evenly, and his whole body was moving and still, breathing freely, and he returned to the most perfect state, and he could take action to kill the enemy at any time.

"How can I be considered a peek? Tianzangshou is the martial arts of my Xuantian Pavilion. I also have this Bull Demon Great Power Fist. What's the point of peeking at me?" Murong Yan said sly.

Then, a shock appeared on her face again.

"According to common sense, these two martial arts are completely different. One is a light and agile mind, and the other is a strong path. Practicing the two martial arts together can greatly damage the soul. But after you finish these two sets of fists, you are unscathed, but you are truly integrated together and almost truly harmonize yin and yang. You are almost promoted to the realm of a congenital martial artist!" Murong Yan was a little shocked.
Chapter completed!