This time Zhuo Wen went to a force that ranked at the bottom among Dongyu's many forces.

This force is called Moyue Villa. In Dongyu, few monks have heard of it. Even this force is so poor that it can only use the terrain to develop tourism to support the expenses of the villa.

Fortunately, there are a lot of wonders in the area of ??Moyue Mountain Villa, and with some gimmicks, it has attracted some arty monks to come to enjoy the scenery and have fun.

Moyue Mountain Villa also has a galaxy, but the number of living planets in the galaxy of Moyue Mountain Villa is pitifully small. If you count it carefully, there are only thousands of them, which is far worse than ordinary galaxies. Yueshanzhuang will decline like this.

It can be said that Moyue Villa is even more down and out than the Ziwei Sect that blocked it. If this Moyue Villa was not located within the range of the star field, it would have been annexed by other powerful galaxies long ago.

Zhuo Wen and Yun Chuyu arrived at the gate of Moyue Villa, and immediately a monk in green shirt greeted him with a warm smile on his face.

"Are you two here to enjoy the scenery? To enter our Moyue Villa, you only need a hundred sacred stones to visit for a day. If you want to visit for a few more days, you only need to pay the corresponding sacred stones! Of course, if the two of you want to stay If you stay here for a month, there will be a discount on the Divine Stone." The blue-shirted monk laughed.

Zhuo Wen looked at the green-clothed monk in front of him a little speechlessly. This monk's cultivation level was not high, and he was probably in the late stage of Tianshen, but his attitude was like a scalper who wandered around a tourist attraction in his previous life.

Zhuo Wen shook his head and said: "Brother, I have something important to discuss with your owner, and you tell your owner that if he can negotiate with me successfully this time, maybe Moyue Villa can rise again .�

The smile on the monk's face froze, he looked Zhuo Wen up and down, his eyes showed a look of doubt.

"Wait, I'll go ask our owner!"

Although the monk in blue shirt didn't quite believe Zhuo Wen's words, his attitude didn't become bad. After all, the two people in front of him were true gods, so their words should not be without evidence.

Of course, Cultivator in Qingshan would not believe such nonsense about Moyue Mountain Villa. He called them the owner of the villa mainly because he was not strong enough and did not dare to turn his face in front of Zhuo Wen and Yun Chuyu.

After a while, the monk in blue came out with a middle-aged man with a mustache.

This man with a mustache is full of energy, walks like a dragon and walks like a tiger, and has a tough body. He can tell at a glance that it is not easy.

"True God of Three Disasters?"

Zhuo Wen looked at the man with mustache and murmured in his heart.

He knew that the man with the mustache should be the owner of the Moyue Villa, but the cultivation level of the owner of the Moyue Villa is really not high.

Although he could feel the strong aura of wind disasters on this person, he might have survived more than ten wind disasters, but the gap between him and Xu Tian is not one or two points.

No wonder Moyue Villa will decline, mainly because there are no high-end powerhouses at all, unable to support the huge power of Moyue Villa.

The middle-aged man looked Zhuo Wen up and down, and said: "You want to talk to me about something, and you say that this matter is related to the rise of my Moyue Villa?"

"Yes! I just don't know if the owner can borrow a word from me?" Zhuo Wen said indifferently.

The middle-aged man looked at Zhuo Wen seriously, and found that he couldn't see through Zhuo Wen's aura. The disapproving emotions in his heart immediately subsided, and he said in a deep voice, "Friends come with me!"

Saying that, the middle-aged man brought Zhuo Wen and Yun Chuyu into the palace deep in the villa.

Sitting down in the palace, the middle-aged man's eyes flashed brightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Mo Lan, the owner of Moyue Mountain Villa, what are you talking about with me? Why do you say that you can help me rise Moyue Mountain Villa?"

At first, Mo Lan didn't believe Zhuowen's words, but when he realized that he couldn't see through Zhuowen, he chose to believe it. He wanted to see what the young man in front of him was talking about with him.

"Give me two places for your Moyue Mountain Villa's galaxy competition, and the two of us can help you get Moyue Mountain Villa to the top 100 in this galaxy competition." Zhuo Wen said lightly.

Mo Lan was stunned, and then the veins popped up on his forehead. He suppressed his anger and stared at Zhuo Wen, and said, "That's what you want to say, come to my Moyue Villa to ask for a place, but you are still so rampant, do you really think I Moyue Villa is easy to bully, so..."

However, before Mo Lan finished speaking, she stared blankly at a half-person-high wooden barrel in front of Zhuo Wen.

"This breath...could it be...fire spirit juice?"

Mo Lan licked his lips and looked at Zhuo Wen in disbelief.

Although fire spirit juice is not uncommon in the star field, its value is extremely high. Although they also have it in Moyue Villa, the reserves are pitifully small.

But the young man in front of him actually took out a whole bucket, and the value of the fire spirit juice in it was very high.

Now he is in a very embarrassing situation at Moyue Villa. If he wants to buy this bucket of fire spirit juice, it will be a bit traumatic for their villa.

And Mo Lan also knew that this person could easily take out a bucket of fire spirit juice, and there would only be more fire spirit juice on his body.

Sure enough, before Mo Lan's attention was removed from the bucket of fire spirit juice, Zhuo Wen took out another four barrels of fire spirit juice.

Mo Lan was so excited that he almost bit his tongue. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down the restlessness in his heart.

Even Yun Chuyu looked at Zhuo Wen in surprise, she never thought that Zhuo Wen was so rich and had so much fire spirit juice on him.

"How does Zhuang Zhu feel?" Zhuo Wen smiled lightly.

Mo Lan's eyes flickered, and he looked deeply at Zhuo Wen. If he hadn't been unable to see through Zhuo Wen now, he might still use force to grab him. JrNovels.com