"Are you joking, fellow Taoist?"
Hearing Ethan Hu's words, Qingfeng shook his head and said, "Eight first-grade Yuanyang fruits, four for each of you, it's already extremely rare. If you're still greedy, don't blame me, Qingfeng Valley, for being rude."
Ethan Hu knew that he would not agree, so he was silent for a while before saying, "You don't have to give me the black ice silk, but you must tell me its use. In addition, I would also like to copy the recipe of the Shocking Spirit Pill."
"you..."
Qingfeng wanted to say something else, but Ethan Hu interrupted him immediately, saying, "If you still feel embarrassed, you can just forget about it. Although you have set up a formation here, I don't think you can stop me if I want to leave."
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