Chapter 206: The Truth of the Iron Fist

After coming out of the small hotel, the three of them found a restaurant and ordered a few delicacies. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info And when Nie Feng returned to his residence, it was already close to dusk.

A day of wandering really opened Nie Feng's eyes. In Qingshan Gate, there are not only a large number of hotel restaurants, but also clothing stores and shoe shops, and there are even many snack and famous food shops in the middle, which is completely out of the world.

And when they inquired, the three people, including Long Datong and Wu Ke, were all dumbfounded, because the heads of these small shops turned out to be powerful inner disciples or core disciples in Qingshan Gate.

You don't have to guess that the three of them know that they are all about earning credit points that can be exchanged for valuable cultivation resources.

It can be seen that for the sake of this merit, the disciples in the Qingshan Sect have already shown their magical powers in the Eight Immortals.

Not to mention what Long Wu and the others felt in their hearts, Nie Feng was a little happy, because the Nian brothers and sisters obviously had extraordinary insights and courage in business, and he was also stained with light because of the Nian brothers and sisters, presumably the future cultivation will be more smooth.

Sitting alone at the head of the bed, Nie Feng was not busy meditating and resting, but holding his chin with his hand, and fell into deep thought unintentionally.

If the expectation is good, then Senior Brother Ouyang should be the mysterious person ranked second in Xinyu Peak, and when I see it today, this ranking is really not a false boast, and it is really tricky to meet in the big competition.

The other party's hostility towards him should be provoked by Mu Guo or Mu Hongying, but so what?

In this world where strength is respected, reasoning must first have an iron fist, so for this occasion, we can only defeat it first, and then talk about other things.

"It's up to you!"

Nie Feng gently stroked the sharp edge of the Flying Gold Sword, and couldn't help but sigh faintly!