There are several flying boats parked not far away, and the flying boats are very fast, and they can go to the opposite shore thousands of miles away in an hour. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, the cost of the flying boat is much higher, 10,000 medium-grade spirit stones at a time, and the cost of the ship is much lower, only 1,000 medium-grade spirit stones, but correspondingly, the speed is much slower, at least one day.

Chen Feng really didn't have this time to delay, so he chose to take a flying boat.

He walked towards a few flying boats moored to the side.

Next to the flying boat, there were a few people dressed in the costumes of miscellaneous disciples.

They were in charge of picking up guests, serving passengers, and couldn't even fly a flying boat.

Because it would take a fairly strong cultivation to drive the flying boat, their aura would not be strong enough at all.

Seeing Chen Feng dressed in simple white clothes and standing next to the flying boat, the miscellaneous disciple suddenly showed contempt on his face.

He walked directly in front of Chen Feng, nostrils facing the sky, and said arrogantly: "Where did you come from, poor ghost? Looking at you like this, it doesn't look like you can sit on a boat!"

"Hurry up, roll as far as you can, get out of the way, don't get in the way of the other guests!"

Chen Feng's brows furrowed, he looked at him, and said coldly: "How many medium-grade spirit stones do you need to take a flying boat." ”

The disciple was lazy, pointed to the sign next to him with great disdain, and said, "Don't you see it? It is clearly written, 10,000 medium-grade spirit stones at a time!"

"Looking at your outfit, you know that you are a poor ghost, can you afford to sit down? I guess you can't even afford to sit on the boat next to you?"

"Get out of here, get out!"

He waved his hand impatiently, with great contempt.

Chen Feng looked at him with a sneer: "You said I was a poor ghost, right?

The miscellaneous disciple stared at him: "I said that you are a poor ghost, what's wrong? Poor ghost! Poor ghost!"

He said it three times in a row, Chen Feng laughed, took out a mustard seed bag, and threw it directly into the air.

Under his control, the mustard bag belt was opened in mid-air.

Then a huge amount of spirit stones, like a waterfall, poured directly down from mid-air.

This miscellaneous disciple didn't have time to resist at all, and was directly hit by countless spirit stones, which were piled up into a hill several meters high, and he was directly buried in it.

When the people around saw this scene, they were in an uproar.

The mustard seed bag that Chen Feng threw out, the medium-grade spirit stones stored in it, let alone 10,000 pieces, I am afraid that there are 100,000 pieces!

Many people looked at Chen Fengfeng with very envious and shocked eyes.

"Oh my God, how many medium-grade spirit stones are there? Like Xiaoshan, I think there are at least 100,000 pieces!"

"This young man is really amazing, he looks inconspicuous, but he didn't expect to be so rich!"

"And you see, he threw out so many medium-grade spirit stones, and he didn't feel any distress at all, which shows that his net worth is more than that!"

"Haha, that dog looks down on people, deserves to be taught a lesson, people are rich! ”

The miscellaneous disciple finally managed to crawl out of the pile of spirit stones.

Everyone laughed when they saw the embarrassed appearance of the miscellaneous disciple.

At this time, in the flying boat, a person who looked like a steward walked down quickly.

He came to Chen Feng and smiled very respectfully: "This son, rest your anger, stop your anger." ”

Then he dragged the miscellaneous disciple out, and when he went up, he punched and kicked him, and shouted, "You have offended your distinguished guest, you don't have long eyes, do you know?"

The handyman was directly smashed by those spirit stones, and at this time, he realized that Chen Feng's net worth was very rich, and he was by no means something he could afford to provoke, so he honestly knelt on the ground and was beaten.

Then he was dragged to Chen Feng by the steward, kowtowed to Chen Feng in front of him, and knelt.

Chen Feng glanced at him and said lightly: "Dog's eyes look at things that are low!"

Chen Feng put those medium-grade spirit stones into the mustard seed bag, and then walked onto the flying boat.

There were only 6 seats on the flying boat, and the other five were already full, and Chen Feng was about to sit down on the last of them.

At this time, suddenly a bald man in black rushed up, saw the last position, and saw that Chen Feng had just sat on it.

The steward smiled and said to the strong man in black: "This distinguished guest, we only have the last seat left to be occupied, please go down, there will be a flying boat to take off later!"

The strong man in black glared at him, his face was full of murderous anger, and he shouted: "You old thing, Lao Tzu has something important to go down the mountain, and he has delayed important things, can you take care of it?"

"Killing you is not enough to atone!"

His gaze swirled around the flying boat, swept over the faces of the six passengers, and then fixed on Chen Feng.

He walked up to Chen Feng, looked down at him, and shouted: "Little rabbit, get out, this seat belongs to Lao Tzu!"

Chen Feng looked at him, a flash of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he said in his heart: "What's the matter, look at me as a bully, right?"

He said lightly: "This seat is already mine, please go down!"

Chen Feng didn't want to cause trouble, and he said it quite politely, but the strong man in black obviously regarded his concession as cowardice.

He stared at Chen Feng, his face was hideous, he twisted his fists, and let out a bone explosion: "Little rabbit cub, I'll count three times, if you can't get up, don't blame me for doing it!"

"If you don't get out of here now, I'll break your bones and throw them out. ”