Evil doctor elegance

Chapter 31 Medicine Sect
Fenghua had nothing to do, and thought that his third-grade potion should be auctioned off, so he turned around and went to Longyi Auction House.

In the living room, an old man excitedly held up a small bottle and sniffed it from time to time. The treasurer of the auction house was standing beside the old man respectfully.

Seeing Fenghua coming in, the shopkeeper's eyes brightened up.

"Master Feng, let me introduce you. This is Elder Song from Chang Kingdom's palace. He is a medicine sect. I want to meet someone who refines the third-grade medicine..."

Elder Song's attention was all on the small bottle in his hand, and he didn't notice that the shopkeeper of Longyi Auction House called a young man a master. A look of contempt.

"Shopkeeper, you really think highly of me. I don't want to say something I shouldn't say or do something I shouldn't do to offend the person who refines the third-grade potion. The loss outweighs the gain."

The shopkeeper of Longyi Auction House has dealt with people from all walks of life for decades, so he naturally heard that Fenghua's words meant warning himself.

My heart skipped a few times, and I was glad that I didn't say anything about this master of wind just now.

Many people want to get acquainted with the medicine sect, Elder Song, but the young man in front of him doesn't seem to take Elder Song seriously at all.

"I was a little excited just now. I don't know much about the person who made the third-grade potion. He was in a hurry and went to the doctor for a while. I hope the little brother will not be offended."

"It's okay." Fenghua waved his hand and sat at the side of the conference hall.

Seeing that Fenghua really didn't look angry, the shopkeeper let out a breath secretly, and wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead.

Seeing that the young man didn't salute him, but instead sat down and drank tea carelessly, Song Lao's complexion instantly became ugly.

With a cold snort, he said, "Treasurer Long, can anyone come in the living room of Longyi Auction House?"

Seeing Mr. Song looking at Fenghua with a gloomy expression, Shopkeeper Long knew in his heart that Mr. Song was talking about this young man.

Leaving aside this young man's superb refining skills, just because he is someone he likes in the black market, no one can allow others to question him, and Song Lao's words completely touched the bottom line of the black market.

"The living room of Longyi Auction House does not allow casual people to come in, but seeing that Mr. Song did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to bid for the third-grade potion, why do we have to give Mr. Song the living room of Longyi Auction House?" Save face." Shopkeeper Long changed his original respectful attitude, and sat on the chair opposite Song Lao and poured himself a cup of tea.

Song Lao originally thought that Shopkeeper Long would embarrass the ignorant kid on the opposite side in order to curry favor with him, the Medicine Sect, but he didn't want to be the one who couldn't step down.

"Treasurer Long, do you know the result of you defending this brat, don't forget that I am the only medicine sect in Chang Kingdom." After finishing speaking, Elder Song raised his head and looked at the two with disdain.

"Our Longyi Auction House doesn't take a small medicine sect seriously, Mr. Song, you have to save face and continue." Shopkeeper Long slowly put down his teacup and took a deep look at Mr. Song, which was different from the gentle and elegant moment before. The atmosphere became cold.

Song Lao took a bite, picked up the sleeve of the small bottle and flung it out of the living room.

Fenghua didn't expect that the Long Yi Auction House, which is doing business, would have such a defensive side. He smiled, held a teacup and said to Shopkeeper Long, "Treasurer Long lost a drug dealer in order to protect me, a little-known brat. Zong, this deal is too worthless."

After all, he sighed regretfully and shook his head.

(End of this chapter)