The man who sold the grass was sweating profusely, constantly wiping the sweat overflowing from his cheeks.

Nearly half an hour later.

"real!"

Two words emerged from Zhang Zhiyuan's mouth...

"Haha!" The man who sold the grass breathed a sigh of relief, hummed and smiled repeatedly, pointed at Su Yun and shouted: "What am I saying? This 'Nine-Leaf Spiritual Grass' is like a false bag! Stinky brat, you are slandering me! You are also destroying my business!"

Yan Luo, he turned his head and shouted at Zhang Zhiyuan: "Sir, please make the decision for me, take down this slandered person and send it to the city lord for justice!"

"The rumor-mongers cannot let go! If there are too many people like you in 'traveling the city', how can everyone's transaction be carried out?" Zhang Zhiyuan nodded and waved: "Take him down! Send him to the city lord to deal with it for the crime of false accusation!"

"Yes, sir!"

The guards on both sides immediately took action.

Seeing this, the woman frowned slightly. She moved her eyes to Su Yun, but saw that the man was not anxious and looked fearless.

"Wait a moment!"

Finally, Su Yun, who had been silent, finally spoke.

People turned their eyes to him in unison.

"What else do you have to argue?"

The straw seller hummed.

"Questions?" Su Yun smiled slightly: "Is this truth a quibble? But then again, there are so many people present, but there is not even a person who knows the "Nine-Leaf Spiritual Grass"?"

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Chapter completed!