Chu Feng and the others wandered around for most of the day, and in the evening, they remembered that they should find a hotel to stay.
It's a pity that the two of them ran all over Mochizuki City, and the answer they got was always no, no, no, just no.
After dark, the two found a small inn and, without saying a word, rushed through the door.
There is a service desk not far from the door, and there is a male cultivator with a pockmarked face in front of the desk, who seems to have come to the hotel.
In the back of the stage is a female nun, who looks young and beautiful.
Chu Tianfeng walked to the front of the stage with Feng Mingxue and asked the female cultivator, "Is there a vacant room?"
"Senpai, no."
The nun replied without thinking.
Chu Tianfeng looked back at Feng Mingxue, who was depressed, gritted his teeth, took out a ring and lit up in front of the female cultivator, and said, "There are 20,000 spirit stones in it, if you can provide a room, this ring is yours." ” Seeing this, the pock-faced male cultivator's eyes were shining, and his divine sense swept over Chu Feng and the others.
The nun's eyes also lit up, but she still shook her head and said, "Senior, you are too late, the secret realm of the Second Immortal Island will open next month, and it is estimated that the hotels in the whole city are booked." ” "Really not" Feng Mingxue didn't give up, and asked.
"Not really."
The nun replied firmly, "Not only is there no empty room in the inn, but even the ashram is overcrowded. ” Your uncle Chu Tianfeng scolded secretly.
In desperation, the two had to walk out of the hotel in disgrace.
The pock-faced male cultivator also walked out of the hotel leisurely, and as he walked, he also took out a piece of jade slip to convey the message.
"Xianggong, why don't we find a theater to watch a play" Feng Mingxue hugged Chu Tianfeng's arm.
"That's fine."
Chu Tianfeng's divine sense swept the divine sense marks on the two of them, and his face showed a wry smile.
There is no doubt that the divine sense mark was placed by the pock-faced male cultivator, and this thing took advantage of the two of them to turn around, and left the divine sense mark on the coats of the two of them, the purpose is self-evident.
Chu Tianfeng was a little depressed, originally he threw out the ring and smashed the female cultivator, but he didn't expect that he didn't smash what should have been smashed, but he smashed what shouldn't have been smashed.
Afterwards, the two stopped a beast cart on the side of the street and went straight to the nearby theater.
After the pockmarked male cultivator finished the interrogation, he also found a beast cart and followed behind Chu Feng and the others unhurriedly.
Chu Tianfeng pretended not to know, anyway, there was no fight in the city, and even if the other party was a Mahayana cultivator, he would not dare to do anything to them.
Feng Mingxue also noticed the divine sense mark of the pock-faced male cultivator, this girl was unequivocal, after entering the theater, in front of the pock-faced male cultivator next to her, she took off her coat and cleaned up the divine sense marks on the two of them.
The repertoire of that night seemed to be Ruofeng, telling the story of Wen Ruofeng, the greatest monk of Blue Moon Star, who slowly grew up from an ordinary peasant girl and finally soared into an immortal.
Chu Tianfeng was familiar with this and had no interest, but Feng Mingxue watched it with relish, sometimes giggling, sometimes crying, which made Chu Tianfeng and the pock-faced male cultivator sweat on their backs.
The next morning, Chu Tianfeng was worried that the auction tickets would also be sold out, so he rushed to the auction venue with Feng Mingxue, planning to buy two tickets in advance.
Of course, the pock-faced male cultivator still persevered behind the two.
The ticket seller was an elderly monk with a half-white head, a thin face, and a five-story cultivator.
Listening to Chu Tianfeng's explanation, the old Yuanying took out a large pile of jade slips on the fifth floor, and asked: "Ordinary ticket 100,000 lower grade spirit stones or 10,000 medium grade spirit stones, VIP ticket 20,000 to 50,000 medium grade spirit stones, which one do you want?"
"Just buy 20,000 yuan."
Feng Mingxue was afraid that Chu Tianfeng would buy the most expensive one again, so she replied first.
Chu Tianfeng smiled slightly, took out a ring, packed 40,000 medium-grade spirit stones, and handed it to the fifth layer of the Yuan Infant Transformation God.
The old man Yuanying Wusheng accepted the ring, lowered his head and picked out two pieces from the pile of jade slips, and handed them to Chu Tianfeng.
Chu Tianfeng took the jade slip, thought about it, took out another ring, loaded it with 10,000 medium-grade spirit stones, handed it to the fifth layer of the old Yuanying with both hands, and asked, "Fellow Daoist, may I ask how many places are in the auction this time?"
The old Yuanying fifth-layer divine sense swept the ring, smiled with satisfaction, and replied: "Originally, we were allocated two hundred places in our area, but last year we were robbed by the Kraken and took fifty, and now there are only one hundred and fifty. ” Chu Tianfeng frowned slightly, and asked again: "What is the approximate transaction price of this place?"
"It's hard to say."
The fifth layer of the old Yuanying stroked his beard under his chin and said, "It may be hundreds of thousands of medium-grade spirit stones, or tens of millions, after all, it is the first auction, and no one can say clearly." ” After Chu Tianfeng heard this, his brows furrowed even tighter.
He and Feng Mingxue have a net worth of more than five million medium-grade spirit stones, if the quota of Erxian Island is only a few hundred thousand, then it is better to say, if it rises to tens of millions, they will have to tell Erxian Island in vain.
However, Chu Tianfeng was unwilling to say it in vain, thinking of those immortal weapons scattered on the island, his heart was extremely hot.
No, you have to find a way After bidding farewell to the fifth floor of the old Yuanying, Chu Tianfeng immediately took Feng Mingxue, oh, and the pock-faced male cultivator, and went into a magic weapon shop on the street.
The shopkeeper was a chubby middle-aged monk, who had turned into a seventh-layer cultivator, and when he saw Chu Tianfeng and the others coming in, he immediately greeted him with a smile: "What do you want to buy?"
"Seniors, juniors want to sell some magic weapons."
Chu Tianfeng arched his hands.
Feng Mingxue understood that he was worried that there were not enough spirit stones, so he hurriedly took out the two dresses and said, "Xianggong, these two dresses don't fit at all, I want to sell them." ” Chu Tianfeng's heart warmed, he pulled out her hand, took out another ring, handed it to the fat boss with both hands, and said, "Senior, look at how many medium-grade spirit stones these magic weapons are worth." ” "Xianggong" Feng Mingxue still wanted to argue, but was stopped by Chu Tianfeng waving his hand.
Her two dresses are only worth tens of thousands of medium-grade spirit stones, which are almost negligible, and among his rings, there are dozens of medium-grade spirit weapons and weapons, as well as a low-grade spirit weapon spaceship, which is worth one million medium-grade spirit stones, to say the least.
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"A large low-grade spirit weapon spaceship, well, 500,000 medium-grade spirit stones, 10,000 medium-grade spirit weapon flying swords, 10,000 pieces, and 20,000 low-grade spirit weapon Dan furnaces, 20,000 pieces add up to a total of 920,000 medium-grade spirit stones."
The fat boss took the ring and pretended to be disdainful and said.
Although the price of the "transaction" is a bit low, Chu Tianfeng is still a happy decision.
A hint of joy flashed in the corner of the fat boss's eyes, he took out a ring and handed it to Chu Tianfeng, and asked, "Daoyou, what other magic weapon is there?"
Chu Tianfeng pondered for a moment and asked rhetorically: "Senior, where can I make money quickly?"
There is no way, these hundreds of thousands are definitely not enough, he wants spirit stones, lots and lots of spirit stones He felt like he was back when he was first reborn on Earth, and he was so poor that he was tinkling "Make money quickly" The fat boss's divine sense swept over Chu Tianfeng's body, "Are you the Dan master who makes the fastest money in alchemy, my nephew is alchemizing in a Dan pharmacy, and as long as he works for two months a year, he can earn hundreds of thousands." ” Chu Tianfeng shook his head, he did plan to sell some low-grade pills, but the number of them was very small, and he didn't want to ask for trouble.
"Otherwise, the refining or talisman making is a little slower, but it's not bad."
The fat boss smiled.
"It's a pity that the juniors won't, the juniors only have a little strength."
Chu Tianfeng laughed.
"Oh, you're a martial cultivator," the fat boss swept Chu Tianfeng's whole body with his divine sense again, "If you're a martial artist, you can go to the boxing ring and try your luck." ” "Boxing" Chu Tianfeng was slightly stunned.
Feng Mingxue was a little nervous, and subconsciously hugged his arm.
"Yes, Dongmen Boxing Stadium can both fight boxing and gamble, and if you are lucky, you can earn 1.8 million yuan a day."
The fat boss raised his eyebrows.
Chu Tianfeng suddenly became interested, hurriedly bid farewell to the fat boss, and ran to a nearby Dan pharmacy.
"Senior, may I ask if you accept the pill" Chu Tianfeng went straight in.
The shopkeeper is an elderly monk, a second-level cultivator, this old man looked at Chu Tianfeng, and said casually: "What kind of pill?"
Chu Tianfeng flipped his wrist and took out one Zhuyuan Dan, one Jiezhen Pill and one Jieyuan Dan, and held it in the palm of his hand.
The second-layer divine consciousness of the aging god quickly swept over, slightly moved, and said: "Zhuyuan Dan is 10,000 lower grade spirit stones each, Jiezhen Dan is 100,000 per pill, and Jieyuan Dan is 120,000 each." ” "Ah, why is it so low," Feng Mingxue interjected.
"To tell you the truth, we have purchased too many pills during this time, if it weren't for the good quality of your pills, the old man wouldn't want them."
The second layer of the aging god stretched his waist.
Your uncle Chu Tianfeng rolled his eyes.
Considering that the other party's cultivation is relatively high, I am afraid that it will not be easy to make a difference if one is not sold, so he deliberately took out more than a dozen Zhuyuan Dan, Jiezhen Dan and Jieyuan Dan and the like, and said: "The younger generation only has these. ” The second layer of the aging god did not dislike it, put away the pills, counted them slightly, turned around and handed Chu Tianfeng a storage bag, and said, "A total of 1.12 million lower grade spirit stones." ” "Thank you, senior" Chu Tianfeng immediately put away the storage bag, arched his hands, and pulled Feng Mingxue out of the store.
The two of them quickly walked onto the street, and then, they stopped a beast cart and took the pock-faced male cultivator to the East Gate Boxing Stadium.
"Xianggong, you really want to go boxing" In the car, Feng Mingxue's eyes were full of worry.
"Don't worry, I'll fight if I can beat it, and if I can't beat it, I'll slip away."
Chu Tianfeng patted her on the shoulder, and Wen Yan was relieved.
"But" Feng Mingxue wanted to say more, but Chu Tianfeng picked her up and kissed her so that her cheeks were flushed and she was panting.
"Hate" Feng Mingxue pinched his waist and sat back in place.
Chu Tianfeng smiled, looked at the pock-faced male cultivator behind him, and said: "Originally, I wanted to lead him out of the city to fight with a stick, but looking at this guy's appearance, it is estimated that he is poorer than us, so we have to fight honestly." ” "Have you found out what kind of cultivation he is" Feng Mingxue sneered, and also changed to transmission.
"The second layer of the gods."
Chu Tianfeng shrugged.
Soon, the beast car arrived at the East Gate Boxing Stadium, and the two paid the fare and walked hand in hand to the gate of the boxing ring.
The pock-faced male cultivator was like a faithful follower, and he followed behind the two of them, and he was about to carry the bags for the two
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