However, with two powerful demonic beasts eyeing him covetously, how could he still dare to lose face? He could only admit it.
" 20 million. Here you go. It's best if you don't meet me in the arena. "
Young Master Tianmu took out 20 million low-grade spirit stones from his storage bag. His heart ached. This 20 million was all he had. He was here to find a treasure, but now he was robbed like this.
He took out the spirit stones, turned around, and left. He came with great momentum and left miserably, looking extremely miserable.
"Mengmeng, I'll let you use this spiritual weapon for a while. I'll give you a profound level weapon when the time comes."
Li Lingtian took out two hundred thousand Spiritual Stones and handed it to the owner of the Spiritual Weapon before handing it to Tang Zimeng.
"Thank you, big brother Ling Tian."
Tang Zimeng happily accepted the Spirit Weapon and kept it like a treasure. Everything Li Lingtian gave her was the best.
"Yes."
