"Hehe, little brother, five grams of Taiyi fine gold, it is too fantastic to want to exchange eight of our camels."
The oldest barbarian warrior crossed his arms and looked at him with contempt. In his eyes, he looked like a weak boy, and the threat was obvious.
"No camels, 45,000 catties of grain, delivered on the spot."
Mo Canglan was backed by his little master, holding tightly the white jade box containing the pure gold of Taiyi, his back straightened.
"There is no food, you have to keep the Taiyi fine gold."
Another barbarian warrior rubbed his fists, blatantly threatening.
"Is this how barbarians do business? Where is the credit?"
Mo Canglan's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously took two steps back holding the box.
"We do business sincerely, but the price you gave is too low."
The old barbarian warrior spoke nonsense: "It's too deceitful to want to exchange our camel with five grams of Taiyi pure gold because he is an immortal cultivator."
"Business is voluntary, written in black and white."
Mo Canglan argued hard: "Why do you turn black and white and slander me."
"Boy, see the reality clearly."
The barbarian warrior sneered, bent down, deliberately looked directly into his eyes, and threatened Chi Guoguo: "Just relying on you little ones who haven't fully grown, you want to make trouble in the barbarian territory, just dream!"
"I bother!"
Shi Shi couldn't stand it any longer, so he spit on it: "The barbarians have shameless people like you, who want to do whatever they want just because they are taller than others."
"Hmph! How dare you despise my young master, that onion."
Lin Jinpeng couldn't help it either, and glared at each other.
"Big man, who is afraid of you! You have the ability to single out."
Wang Meng rolled up his sleeves and wanted to fight.
"Master, what should we do?"
Seeing that the situation was not right, Mo Canglan secretly approached the little master.
"Since they are not moral, we don't need to be polite."
"The master is mighty!"
The little kingfisher's blood was boiling with enthusiasm, his little eyes were bright, and he wanted to show his skills secretly.
"Hahaha, you guys dare to challenge me?"
The barbarian warrior laughed wantonly, and the contempt in his eyes was obvious.
"You, go out, let's single out."
Wang Meng's heart was full of useless anger, and he felt uncomfortable if he didn't let it out.
"Bijibi, I am not responsible for killing or maiming."
The barbarian warrior didn't pay attention to Wang Meng, who was not even as tall as his shoulders, and the thought of killing people to seize the treasure flashed in his mind.
"Give them eight camels and let them go."
Alta suddenly made a sound, and stopped sharply.
"Alta?!"
The two barbarian warriors were disgruntled and looked at him at the same time.
"In the land of barbarians, you can't break your promise with others."
Alta's face was gloomy, meaning something.
"Well, let them go as you said."
The two barbarian warriors looked at each other and understood what he meant.
"Eight camels, not one less."
Mo Canglan was so startled by the unexpected turn of events that his heart trembled tremblingly. He looked at the three of them vigilantly, but still held the white jade box tightly and did not let go.
"Taiyi fine gold stays, you take the camels away."
Alta put his arms around his chest, speaking with certainty.
"No, pay with one hand and deliver with one hand."
Mo Canglan is not stupid, and will not be fooled easily: "If you don't see eight camels, you don't even want to get Taiyi fine gold."
"Go, go back and pick the camels."
With a gloomy face, Alta strode back.