The ten-meter-long Flying Fish King occupies almost half of the viewing platform.

The little girl with pigtails looked at the hunchbacked old woman on the side not only laughing but also crying.

After the hunchbacked old woman sighed lightly, she looked out of the ferry with some helplessness, and whispered softly at the corner of her mouth: "Alas! ”

Then he looked at the little girl with pigtails who didn't know what to do.

Also at a loss, there was also the ferry steward who hurried to hear the news.

Wenbian, who has been on the ferry for nearly half his life, has not seen the flying fish king for more than ten meters, but what kind of monks are those who can catch the flying fish king?

All of them have a deep background, noble blood, and the tools used to fish for flying fish are all medium-grade mysterious weapons, and those baits that are difficult to breed in famous sects.

Ordinary fishing rods, ordinary bait worm dragons, falling a flying fish king, in the decades of ferry life, Wen Bian can be said to be the first time to see.

After roughly inquiring about the general situation of the famous sect monk who was waiting on the observation deck on the second floor to sell mysterious weapons, he looked at the little girl with pigtails squatting next to the Flying Fish King, and a trace of imperceptible heat flashed in his eyes.

Even if he is in charge of the ferry without vain, it can only be to regain cultivation, and the power of the law contained in the body of the Flying Fish King is rare among the rare things for Wen Bian.

Another monk in green clothes walked up to Wen Bian and whispered something.

The monk in Tsing Yi retreated, and the smile on his face became even more genuine.

Beizhou is neither the Hidden Sword Sect where the combat power is comparable to that of the Xuan God powerhouse, nor the Heavenly Dao Academy monk who has recently become famous.

Not to mention that he has not yet stepped down as the steward of this ferry, even if he does, it is also a white-edged Qingyi monk from the famous mountain of Zhongzhou Zongzi.

Even among some second- and third-rate sects in Zhongzhou, they are also highly respected mountain monks.

The only thing that was a little troublesome was the hunchbacked woman at the peak of the Xuan King next to the little girl with pigtails.

But it's just a small trouble, could he, a stable Xuanhuang powerhouse, be afraid of a middle realm Xuanwang who is about to run out of oil?

However, there are still some other troubles, the Famous Sect is at a critical moment to stabilize the top three, there must be no mistake, if it is because of his greed at this time that has led to some kind of bad momentum, he really doesn't know how to die.

A kind smile reappeared on his face, and he walked towards the little girl with pigtails, and secretly thought about it in his heart while smelling it.

In fact, if it were in normal times, when he could continue to be in charge of the ferry, although the temptation of the Flying Fish King was extremely great, he would definitely give up his slightest greed for the sake of the general interests of the sect.

For the interests of the sect and the interests of his own lineage, he has given up for decades one after another.

But now, even if the sect even plans to give up on him with his own vein, even if he is full of enthusiasm, there is nowhere to go.

If you don't think about yourself, will you really wait until one day to put on a black-edged green coat and laugh at the younger monks who once laughed at you?

People are not for themselves, but they will be destroyed by heaven and earth.

The monk world is the law of the jungle, the sect is like this with him, what about him and that little girl?

Try not to leave a trace, this is the only thought of Wen Bian at this time.

Wu Chen's bamboo chair had been moved to the far left side of the observation deck, but fortunately, almost all the monks ran to observe the flying fish king, who may be the only chance to be seen once in this life, so Wu Chen was happy to have one person and one chair.

For the little girl with pigtails to be able to catch the king of fish, Wu Chen was actually not too surprised.

The vast majority of monks tend to think that a better fishing rod, a better line, a higher grade bait, all of which are the best, can catch a better flying fish, and it cannot be wrong, but it is definitely not absolute.

Wu Chen, who was on the recliner, clearly knew that it was not the monk who caught the flying fish, but the flying fish who chose the monk.

The real wishers take the bait.

And the more powerful the flying fish, the more so.

Wu Chen, who was half-squinting, lay on the bamboo chair and looked at the higher place above 10,000 meters, white and white.

The bait that the monk puts into fishing may not know which fish will eat it, but Heavenly Dao fishing will not do such an uncertain loss-making transaction, so there are people who wish to take the bait, and choose someone to take the bait.

Ordinary mortals in the secular dynasty always sprinkle a kind of bait when fishing, commonly known as nesting, all to attract fish to come and eat, after the fish come, in the nesting place to throw the rod and hang the line, often have a good harvest.

The flying fish that could have been caught by ordinary monks before, from another point of view, why couldn't it be a nest made by the laws of the Heavenly Dao?

Wu Chen looked at the ferry steward who had already walked to the little girl with pigtails, and Wu Chen could smell the strong smell of greed on the other party from a distance of nearly ten meters.

chuckled in his heart, that guy's things in the Heavenly Dao are so easy to take?

If the guy who is greedy and selfish is called second, who in the entire Xuanwu Continent would dare to call him first?

Could it be that the nine ancestors of Shouyuan, who are almost endless, will disappear into the eternal river of history out of thin air?

Moreover, you don't want what the Heavenly Dao wants to give you, but you can't do it, and if the Heavenly Dao doesn't want to give it to you, you have to have that blessing to accept.

In addition to the unusual vibration of the Flying Fish King's body, there is only one difference, and that is the beard.

The long beard stretches from the corners of the mouth to the end of the tail, flat like a ribbon, dark blue with these pale gold.

The onlookers moved out of the way.

The little girl with pigtails looked up at Wen Bian, who was standing in front of her.

"Little girl, is this the vibrating king you caught?"

The little girl with pigtails nodded lightly.

The hunchbacked woman on the side stepped forward vigilantly and leaned close to the little girl.

The woman who has experienced the ups and downs sees the word kindness on her smiling face.

"Little girl, the Famous Sect plans to bid five thousand purple crystals to buy you, the Flying Fish King. ”

Five thousand purple Xuanjing is not a small sum even in Zhongzhou, but for the steward of a ferry in his sect-name mountain, it is pitiful.

Wenbian has been in charge of the freight ferry for all these years, and he is really poor and only has money left.

In fact, the outside originally planned to call out 10,000 amethyst, but near the mouth it was changed to 5,000 amethyst.

In the kind of barbarian land in Beizhou, if you want to come to five thousand purple crystals, I am afraid that it will be a big deal.

Without the identity of the ferry manager, there is no chance for me to make money, so I can save a fortune.

It's really not good, it's all negotiable.

The pigtailed little girl shook her head without the slightest hesitation.

Wen Bian secretly said in his heart that this was indeed the case, and said softly with an expressionless face: "Eight thousand purple crystals." ”

The little girl shook her head and said firmly: "Uncle, you don't need to say it, I won't sell it for any amount." ”