Wang Hong himself doesn't like to show off his wealth, but in this gray area, you have to let the other party know that you are very powerful.

So he unabashedly took out the storage bag, took out a large stack of silver tickets from it, and threw it directly in front of the greeting, looking at him without saying a word.

When he saw the storage bag, the welcome knew that he was out of sight, and immediately put on a respectful appearance, lowered his head and said:

"I'm sorry, it's my dog who looks down on people, please wait a moment, I'll get the information."

The welcome was crisp and decisive, and after speaking, he bowed to the end, and then exited the room.

A moment later, the brief information of all the instructors of the Martial Academy was delivered, and Wang Hong sat in the guest room and looked through it.

After another quarter of an hour, more than a dozen detailed information was also transferred, and the content was so rich that even the concubines in these tutors had a few rooms, and the situation in the concubines' homes was marked.

"Although the asking price of this Wind and Rain Pavilion is quite ruthless, its intelligence ability is indeed strong." Wang Hong put down Lin Qi's information and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Such a mid-congenital martial artist, whose spiritual power far exceeded that of the same level, was found out so much information by the Wind and Rain Pavilion.

I just accidentally discovered their spies once, and I was complacent and underestimated each other, which was really a little arrogant.

After collecting his emotions, Wang Hong looked at other people's information again.

Although Lin Qi is good at alchemy, his spiritual power is also very strong, and he still has a certain amount of power in Mingcheng, but after Wang Hong read his information, he still gave up without hesitation.

Because this person is not only a woman, but also quite dissolute in private life, there are four people raised in Mingcheng alone.

Although Wang Hong is not a chaste virgin, if he faces such a teacher every day, it will be really difficult for him.

After some picking, Wang Hong found two more people.

One is named Li Shaozong, a congenital early martial artist, who is good at refining the body and sword techniques.

This person has been teaching in the Mingcheng Martial Arts Academy for more than ten years, and indirectly controls more than 30 grain shops in the city, and oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are all sold.

It's a pity that Li Shaozong himself is a side branch of the Canglin Li family, and Wang Hong doesn't want his industry to be linked to the Canglin Li family.

And the martial artist in the early stage of congenitalism, he also looks down on him, and it is still unknown who will lose and who will win in the fight between life and death, and it seems that it is not worth it to recognize such a teacher.

The other person is named Wei Xiang, and the information of the Wind and Rain Pavilion is a congenital mid-stage powerhouse, but he deliberately added a mark at the back, and he may have broken through in the near future.

Wei Xiang is good at using poison, and his deterrent power to ordinary martial artists is comparable to that of a grandmaster, so he is known as the "Poison Sect" in Yunzhou Martial Arts.

Its level of poison is superb, not only good at poisoning, but also its own "poison alchemy".

After all these years of strengthening, Wei Xiang's physical strength has surpassed the vast majority of martial artists of the same level, and even the innate martial artists of the main cultivation body, many of them are not comparable to him.

Moreover, Wei Xiang's brother is Wei Zi, the current city lord of Mingcheng, and there are several medical masters in the entire Tiannan.

The Wei brothers were all born in Baicao Valley in the east of Yunzhou, but one studied medicine and the other studied poison, but in the end they all achieved great success, which can be regarded as a momentary miracle.

Although Wei Xiang has a somewhat strange temper, there are few people who want to worship him as a teacher.

In the eight years since joining the Mingcheng Martial Arts Academy, Wei Xiang has accepted a total of eleven students, with an average of one or two a year, which is just a perfunctory teaching task.

Therefore, Wang Hong is not very sure about entering Wei Xiang's door.

Wang Hong didn't stay in the Wind and Rain Pavilion for long, and after paying the bill, he left the small building directly, in addition to harvesting a large stack of materials, he also got a senior customer token of the Wind and Rain Pavilion.

For the items of these spies, Wang Hong didn't dare to take it lightly, but it was not suitable to lose them directly, and he would definitely find Fengyu Pavilion to buy information in the future.

So he quickly walked around the city, then found a dark alley, and returned to Earth Star in an instant.

Wang Hong, who returned to the Earth Star, first looked at the bag in the transparent screen, and the original gray icon had turned purple at the bottom.

Since obtaining the mysterious jade tablet, the bag has been opened three times in total, and Wang Hong also has some understanding of the rules of the bag.

The entire icon turns purple before the bag can be opened, and the process of turning from gray to purple requires a month of staying on the earth.

But if he wants the bag to start changing color, Wang Hong will have to stay in the other world for a while.

The first time it took six hours, the second time it took several days, and the third time it took half a month to start discoloring.

And this time, Wang Hong set off from Ping'an Town to the opening of the Mingcheng Martial Arts Academy, and it took four months before the icon began to change color.

"Could it be that the next time you open the bag, you have to stay in the other world for two or three years?"

Wang Hong, who is just twenty-four years old, feels a headache when he thinks about this time span.

Although the innate powerhouse can normally live to be two hundred years old with some pills, the longevity of the grandmaster-level martial artist is more than three hundred years.

But now Wang Hong's concept of time has not changed, two or three years to say that it is not long or short, it is really anxious to wait.

However, the CD time of the bag is not subject to his will, and there is no other way than to acquiesce.

It was only more than six o'clock in the morning on Dixing's side, Wang Hong rubbed his face vigorously, put aside the problem of the bag for the time being, changed into a set of regular clothes, and prepared to go out for a walk and relax his mood.

"Good morning, Mom and Dad."

Slowly swaying into the hall, Wang Hong saw that his parents were having breakfast, said a simple hello, and prepared to go out directly.

During this time, Wang Quan and Yan Wanying continued to take the Rejuvenation Pill, and their physique almost returned to the level of twenty or thirty years old, although the change in appearance was not big, but because of the red glow of energy, they still looked a lot younger.

Seeing her son dangling out like a street runner, Yan Wanying coughed, then frowned and said:

"Walk on the right point! By the way, if there are guests at home who come over for dinner at noon, you should come back early. ”

Wang Hong was stunned at first, and then waved his hand again and again:

"Don't don't, Mom, you and your old sister are eating, what am I doing when I come back, you should do your own work!"

Although Yan Wanying is usually busy with work, who doesn't have three friends or four friends, how can her group of old sisters say, Wang Hong has been taught, and she doesn't want to contact anything again.

Yan Wanying put the chopsticks on the table and said a little unhappily:

"At noon, your second uncle came to the house, and by the way, there were guests he brought, saying that he had business to discuss with you."

Hearing his mother say this, Wang Hong instantly guessed what was going on.

The last time I came back from Furong City, I met Wei Shuya, the daughter of my second uncle's boss, and she wanted to get more ginseng from her side.

But Wang Hong still wanted to hide it from his parents at that time, so he rejected the other party's proposal.

Later, by transporting the gold back to China, he got a lot of money, and he naturally had no interest in selling ginseng.

It has been more than two months since Wang Hong left Furong City.

The other party probably couldn't bear it, so he pulled his second uncle to come to Guangling when the New Year was approaching.