However, this option is not very useful for the flower butter mist.

With this guy Qi Yan here, she doesn't worry about her livelihood, and she is not afraid of running around, and besides, taking office will waste her free cultivation time, in contrast, learning a few more exercises is the most important thing.

Thinking of this, she came back to her senses, shook her head at the messenger, and smiled slightly apologetically: "No." ”

"It doesn't matter, you can choose whichever you want." The messenger smiled modestly back, he admired the flower fat mist, and his tone and attitude were not so serious and stiff.

At the same time, the messenger drew a simple spell, and the rewards that he had just spoken of appeared in front of him, hanging in the open space among the crowds.

Among them, the most dazzling is the spirit stone.

Shaped like obsidian, it sparkled, and there was only one, and the eyes of the miscellaneous servants widened and they couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

The flower fat mist approached, and looked back and forth twice directly in a dozen babies.

The spirit stone is just a consumable to improve her spiritual power, and the spiritual power in her body is almost exhausted, so she doesn't need the spirit stone at all.

Immortal books, most of them are ordinary exercises, and the flower fat mist vaguely remembers some of them, and they can be figured out just by memories, and they can't be used.

The formation graphics and texts are similar to those of the immortals, they are too low-level, too simple, and not cost-effective.

Weapons, low-rank swords and bows and arrows, there is nothing peculiar about them, and mortal blackiron is better than these things.

While watching, he shook his head and sighed.

Everyone sweated on their foreheads, staring at the flower fat mist, not daring to gasp.

The monthly top prize is a treasure that others can't ask for, how did she get here, and she became a wanderer, actually looking at these babies and sighing?

The messenger's eyes became puzzled.

At the end, the resin mist stopped, pointed to a large pile of golden things, and said loudly, "I want this!" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was surprised.

Even the good-faced messenger pulled down his face, and the tenderness in his eyes dissipated, leaving only indifference and contempt.

The one that the resin mist chose was a pile of ordinary gold.

Perhaps, in the mortal world, gold is extremely valuable money, but in the immortal gate, gold, silver, copper and iron are just ordinary metals, and they cannot be used as money at all.

"Girl, you don't know yet, gold is not common in Xianmen, it is not money, it is like mud! It's better to take that spirit stone, even if you don't use it, you can still sell it for a price! ”

"It's normal for newcomers to not know yet. Weapons and exercises, you choose the same, not only for self-defense, but also to hunt animals in the mountains, and also sell for a lot of money. ”

"I said, big girl, these rewards are of equal value. You see, a small spirit stone, just one, gold, a lot, even a fool can see that the spirit stone is more valuable! ”

"In addition, you can also be a half-time official ......"

The miscellaneous servants gathered in a circle and persuaded her bitterly.

With her own plans, she shook her head and insisted on her opinion, specifying that she wanted the large pile of gold in the sack.

At this time, the messenger couldn't help it, and asked her again: "Have you thought clearly, do you really want this?" If you choose, you can't go back. ”

"Yes, I want gold."

She nodded firmly.

The messenger sighed silently, looked at the flower fat mist, and then at the pile of gold, and said in his heart that he had lost his eyes, and the first place among the miscellaneous servants was only a small miscellaneous servant.

The so-called people are poor and short-minded, picking and choosing, and picking a bunch of the most useless gold.