If I don't sell it, I'll give it to you directly.

"Stop, all of you, stop! Did you hear me? all of you, stop!" An Xiuwen put on the airs of a manager and shouted.

Unfortunately, the cultivators only cared about being the first to buy the spiritual pills. They didn't care about whether he was in charge or not. No one paid attention to him at all.

An Xiuwen could only give the Emperor level master beside him a look. The man drew his long sword and fiercely slashed out.

A thunderous boom rang out as the sword projection swept through the air.

As the air current passed, the crowd was shaken to the point where they swayed left and right, opening up a path. Fortunately, he only wanted to shock everyone with this sword, so no one was injured.

"An, what do you want to do now? Are you done or not?" LAN Xinyu had long found an Xiuwen to be an eyesore. Seeing that he was here to stir up trouble again, she pointed at his nose and scolded him.