Chapter 232: Benefit Exchange

But there are two difficulties.

Certification barrier: The US FDA requires the resubmission of 15 additive toxicology reports, taking more than 2 years;

Cost disadvantage: Local US feed companies enjoy agricultural subsidies, and Tongwei's raw material procurement costs are 12% higher.

These are things that Liu Ziliang's family is temporarily not easy to solve at this time. It's not that they can't directly contact the Black Stone Group.

But at this critical node, at this sensitive node...

Of course, the current Wan'er is no longer Wan'er; she has a new name, Si E.

In a short while, only one expression remained on Luo Tian's face, and that was pain. Lying on the ground, Luo Tian's face turned green, his hands repeatedly patted his chest, and finally he kept coughing.

"What's the use of punishing you? You have also tried your best. Go down, go back and cultivate well, and strive to perform well in the next sect martial arts competition." Ling Sheng waved his hand, letting the seven defeated disciples retreat.

Although it is not the same character, the pronunciation is the same. Besides this meaning, there is no better explanation.

When this undead army stepped over the traps, passed through artillery bombardment, and arrived under the city wall, at this moment, arrows and bullets accurately hit the skeletons one by one.

"I didn't expect you to remember me." The youth waved his hand, and the pile of eight-legged centipede corpses half a person high flew away, falling to the ground on the side, blood gurgling, broken bones everywhere.

The scene outside suddenly became quiet. After a few seconds, earth-shattering applause erupted. Who would have thought that a student-like Yang Jian could defeat the famous Black King, and punch him flying four or five meters away? However, then, many angry curses came, because this meant that the money they bet on the Black King could not be taken back.

The "Trial Grounds" were pitch black. Except for the entrance, there was no light. Yang Jian didn't know what to do now. Should he keep walking forward? That was walking in a completely dark space, just like strolling in hell, making people terrified.

"Obey! Team Leader Wang!" The fat man didn't refute me this time, but saluted me with a teasing intention, perhaps because I just saved his life.

"Is that so? You did a great job. Sure enough, I didn't misjudge you. Alright, I'm going to attend a banquet now and will be back very late. I'll leave Miao to you." Dao Feng hurriedly left home and went down the mountain under the escort of several men in suits.

Hearing this, the Wu Fengzi who stood up sat back in his seat. There was no one around him. His grandson was dead, and now his most beloved disciple was also dead. Who would inherit his skills?

At that time, Wang Xuanlong was only an eight-year-old child, and his father, Wang Shaomo, was also about to leave them forever.

The Blood Shadow registration office is located in the Blood-Colored Mountain Range of more than 70,000 miles, about a few thousand miles away from the Ju Huo Sect. On the way, they passed by Heifeng Stronghold, and Dong Zhanyun just wanted to take a look. After traveling for a while, Dong Zhanyun decided to stay in Beacon City.

With the clone's current cultivation realm, even if placed among the ten thousand races, he is a supreme powerhouse! Eight-star high-grade Ancient Demon! If Yun Feng didn't care and directly erupted the Ancient Demon Magic Body, with the horror of this magic body, even a powerhouse at the peak Sovereign Realm level would be someone he could fight!

Based on the fragmented legends passed down, the human race believes that long before the birth of the human race, besides various beasts, birds, and plants, there were many mysterious races that vanished in the long river of history.

The man in the suit seemed to remind the King of Hell of his situation, and he said guiltily, "Brother, I know that everyone coming out to mix is just for money! You name a number, and I will report it to my big brother. We should be able to give you at least two percent of the profit." After finishing, he looked at the man in the suit with expectant eyes.

Leaping to the roof, he gave a loud shout, the shout like thunder. This was a shout he had never had before, perhaps because he had been stifled for too long, perhaps because his fighting spirit had erupted. After the shout, in his hand, there was already a huge long sword, a long sword formed by gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. ===== CHAPTER 233 =====