Alchemist Leng Feng intended to swallow Jing Yan's elixirs!
The elixirs at this stall were incredibly valuable, a rough estimate put the value far beyond one hundred million Spirit Stones.
"Fake Pills?"
"The elixirs at this stall are actually fake pills?"
"Damn it! I spent three million Spirit Stones! Damn it, I want a refund!"
Upon hearing Alchemist Leng Feng's words, the martial artists around who had purchased the elixirs suddenly became excited and began demanding immediate refunds. Those who had not bought any elixirs were also noisy with commotion, feeling simultaneously lucky.
Jing Yan's gaze also turned completely cold.
"You truly have a death wish, thinking you can sell fake medicine here?"
"If you have any sense, get lost quickly, before the conference guards arrive. Otherwise, once they catch you, you'll regret it for the rest of your life!" Alchemist Leng Feng's deep voice roared.
