Douluo: I mess around in Tangmen

"Xuanzi, get out of the way, I'm here to see that little fox!" Du Bushu was not polite to Mr. Xuan at all.

"Looking for my student? Get out of here. I'll see you." Mr. Xuan waved his hand in disgust.

A thick vein popped out of Du Buushi's forehead, he took a step forward, and then punched out.

"I see you are itchy!"

Old Xuan snorted coldly and stretched out his hand to catch Du Bushu's fist.

"Old poison, do you want to be beaten again?"

"Are you worthy? I'm not here to find you? Get out of the way!" Du Bu Shou exerted his strength suddenly, and there was a loud sound at the junction of his fist and palm, and he broke free from Old Xuan's grasp.

Just when Mr. Xuan wanted to pull out the gluttonous bone, Ye Nanxiao stayed between the two of them, "Hey! Senior Douluo came to Tangmen to negotiate a deal? I'm here to invite you!"

Du BuShu snorted from his nose, "Exactly!"

"Yuanzi! Come make tea! We have distinguished guests!" Ye Nanxiao pushed Mr. Xuan away and shouted to Shen Ciyuan.

After a while, Du Bushit sat on a small stone bench, holding a teacup on his fingertips, shaking it slightly, then swallowed the tea in the cup, and looked at Mr. Xuan proudly, "Xuanzi, you sloppy old guy can still Do you have a disciple who knows such etiquette? Are you really lucky?"

Shen Ciyuan was holding a teapot that was bigger than his face, and kept pouring tea for Du Bushui, muttering in his heart, why does this old guy act like he has never drank tea?

Long Aotian sat next to Du Bushui and said, "I said before that I would place a big order with Tang Sect. As long as your Tang Sect can build it, we will take it."

"That's right! I want all the soul tools in the Tang Sect!" Du Buushi said in cooperation.

"You old poisoner, did you lose your breath after taking poison this morning?" Mr. Xuan leaned back slightly and reached out to fan his nose.

Du Buushi has a bad temper, especially when he meets Mr. Xuan, he gets angry almost immediately.

"Do you think I'll be like a picky old guy like you?"

"Huh, just your almond-sized brain?"

"Heng! Is it just your brain soaked in alcohol?"

Long Aotian and Ye Nanxiao drank tea silently and moved some distance away.

"Brother Long, how did you convince the original Douluo!" Ye Nanxiao asked curiously.

Poisonous Death's reaction now is completely different from before.

Long Aotian smiled slightly and said, "My master has a foresight."

"Really?" Ye Nanxiao, has Long Aotian been able to convince the Noumenon Sect's internal opinions?

The poisonous death's visit this time is a good example.

"My master said that as long as we get all these weapons, even if we don't use them, we won't be able to use them." Long Aotian said with a bright smile.

As long as you buy all the guns, others will not be able to buy them, which will weaken the opponent's strength in disguise.

Ye Nanxiao choked on a sip of tea, and then sprayed Shen Ciyuan in the face.

"Is this really the method you came up with?" Ye Nanxiao asked in surprise.

What kind of clever idea is this?

Oh, the method that the people from the Noumenon Sect came up with after collective discussion.

That's fine.

Long Aotian admired the change of expression on Ye Nanxiao's face. The smile on his face became brighter and there was deep meaning in his eyes.

Ye Nanxiao paused and soon realized something was wrong.

Although the Noumenon Sect is a group of barbarians, there are still many smart people among them, such as the duo of Big Head Man and Qilin Arm who tried to kidnap Huo Yuhao last time.

How could a sect always have a few highly resourceful people? Otherwise, the main body sect would not be so carefree even though the entire continent was blacklisted, setting out on missions and wreaking havoc everywhere.

"In this name, you persuade the main body Douluo to buy a batch of soul tools. If you use them or not, I'm afraid the main body Douluo won't care, right?"

"This batch of soul tools will fall into your hands by then. As a young sect leader, it is easy to use some of the inventory in the sect."

Long Aotian nodded slightly, "As expected of a top student of Shrek Academy, I immediately thought of it."

That's right, Du Bushu will buy a batch of soul tools first and then send them back to the sect. It will be up to him to take the lead on how to distribute them.

"Okay, confirm the order and pay a [-]% deposit." Ye Nanxiao took out a notebook, wrote down an order and handed it to Long Aotian.

Long Aotian took it and looked at it twice, nodded, and took out a storage ring from his arms. "This is a deposit. Someone will naturally take care of it when it is delivered to the square."

"Young Sect Master, it's a pleasure to cooperate with you. If you feel that the quality of the soul guide is good, you are welcome to order again. I will give you a [-]% discount next time."

Long Aotian was stunned for a moment, then laughed and cursed, "You profiteer, is this the only chance you can give me to show off your face?"

"No, no, it's your face that Princess Weiner painted. You used this discount twice." Ye Nanxiao shook his head and said.

"Then let's start placing an order. Wei Na asked me to purchase the soul tools needed by the royal family on my behalf, but they may have some strange requirements." Long Aotian said a little unnaturally.

"Special, request?" Ye Nanxiao raised an eyebrow.

"How strange?"

It was nothing more than a weapon modification requirement, or private customization for short. Ye Nanxiao had seen such outrageous requirements as adding an eight-fold scope to a pistol. What else could be so rare for his talented mechanic?

Is it possible to convert the shotgun into a rail gun?Pistol with [-]x scope?

"They want something more elegant. They don't like the simple and rough appearance of those dark ones..." Long Aotian looked a little embarrassed.

"Be more elegant?" Ye Nanxiao had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Nanxiao, you can see for yourself." Long Aotian took out a bamboo tube from the storage soul guide and placed it on the table.

Ye Nanxiao took it over and poured out the contents. It was a roll of drawing paper with a picture of a beautiful woman who conquered the country.

"They want to engrave the contents of the scroll on the soul guide and decorate it to reflect their noble status as a royal family." Long Aotian sighed and said.

Immediately afterwards, Long Aotian stared at Ye Nanxiao closely, fearing that Ye Nanxiao would explode and cancel the cooperation.

After all, for the soul master, these demands are tantamount to humiliating him.

It is really embarrassing for people to have their own masterpieces labeled as the boring pleasures of these literati.

Long Aotian had no choice. After all, it was difficult for Wei Na to convince the Tianhun royal family to invest in purchasing soul guidance devices.

As time passed, Long Aotian kept staring at Ye Nanxiao, his right leg tensed, ready to stand up at any time to stop Ye Nanxiao from flipping the table.

Ye Nanxiao suddenly frowned, put the scroll in his hand on the table, and looked up at Long Aotian.

Looking at Ye Nanxiao's serious and cold face, Long Aotian's heart skipped a beat.

"Brother Ye! I didn't mean to trick you!"

"Is this all you need?"

Long Aotian searched his guts to organize his words, but suddenly he was stunned.

"Is this the only request?" Ye Nanxiao asked, with even a hint of excitement in his tone.

"Yes...yes." Long Aotian nodded blankly.

"That's okay, but I won't engrave all the soul tools in each batch. At most, I will only get a handful of soul tools in each batch." Ye Nanxiao carefully looked at the woman in the scroll. She was very beautiful, but it was a pity that her child Most of them are not full.

"You agreed!?" Long Aotian asked excitedly.

He had been prepared to fail in purchasing this batch of soul tools. If he lost a batch of soul tools, he would have far fewer people to train.

"Hey, this is the request? I have seen more complicated and difficult ones!" Ye Nanxiao smiled and said, it seems that education still has some effect in the Tianhun royal family, and the request made is more conservative, like Mingdu. It's still too conservative compared to students.

Just the group of nobles with strange hobbies in Mingdu is enough to refresh the outlook of the entire continent.

After all, it’s hard for people here to think of unusual uses for the mini version of a low-voltage stun gun.

"Okay! Nanxiao! Thank you for your concession!" Long Aotian reached out and held Ye Nanxiao's hands with an extremely sincere expression.

In his understanding, in order to take care of his own face and the future of the Tang Sect, Ye Nanxiao actually wronged himself. Which soul master can bear such humiliation!

Ye Nanxiao looked at Long Aotian strangely. Wasn't it just a two-dimensional character drawn on the gun?What is there to sacrifice in this?

He also sold wood carving figures back then.

While the two were shaking hands, the two old men who were playing Euler next to them were also temporarily tired.

"Old Poison, it seems that you are also retiring from the stage of the times. Is this all to pave the way for your disciples?" Mr. Xuan took out a chicken leg to replenish his energy.

Du BuShu spat hard and cursed, "Even if you die, I will not disappear on the mainland! I will lead the Noumenon Sect to the top of the continent again! I will trample your Shrek Academy under my feet!"

"Yeah, yeah, go on." Mr. Xuan nodded cooperatively, and even took out the melon seeds.

"Asshole! Xuanzi!" When Du Bushui saw Guazi, he understood that Mr. Xuan regarded him as a piece of gossip.

"Believe it or not, I will leave you and the fox boy here!" Du Bu Shou was so angry that his face turned green, and his body gradually grew stronger.

Elder Xuan slowly took out the wine bottle and took a sip. The strong wind generated by Du Bushu's explosive momentum ruffled his hair.

"Try it if you are brave, and I will smash your Noumenon Sect!" Mr. Xuan chuckled, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Du BuShu's rising momentum suddenly stopped, "Your perception is still sharp, Xuanzi."

"I don't believe you just happened to be passing by. How many days have you been looking for me?"

"Okay, old poisoner, I didn't expect that the Tianhun royal family would be willing to receive a lunatic like you. The price is not small, right?" Mr. Xuan stood up unsteadily and patted the dust on his body.

"Hmph! They are lucky to have me to protect them!" Du Buushi naturally would not admit it.

"A tough talk?" Mr. Xuan made an international friendly gesture.

"Don't be so harsh and think about moving away. Otherwise, I will come here and squat on you one day when I get drunk and want to beat someone up."

The reply to Mr. Xuan's words was still a cold snort that was too poisonous to die.

He planned to find a few people to make some noise later, making Mr. Xuan mistakenly think that he had really moved his position. In fact, the base camp was still in Tiandou City.

Seeing the provocative expression on Du Bu Shai's face, an idea suddenly came to Mr. Xuan's mind.

"Hehe, for the sake of your strong support for the Tang Sect, Old Poison, how about I share half of the news about the big country with you for free?" Mr. Xuan rubbed his messy hair with a calm expression.

"Are you so kind? Or are you half-hearted? Do you want to trick me on purpose? No way!" Du Bu Shou shook his head and turned away.

"That old guy Jing Hongchen's family fortune was robbed by Xu Tianran, and now it belongs to Xu Tianran. Jing Hongchen can't get involved in Mingde Hall!"

"Can you bear this?"