The guards present did not have the slightest emotion, there was only one dead word for this kind of guy who broke the rules, and when a cloud of blood mist floated up, one of the old men smiled and said: "Oh, I was careless, and I went in a little bit of demonic nature, and now, your contribution point is not enough." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" said and said, stroking his beard, looking complacent.

Seeing such a tragic situation in the world, everyone did not worry about the dead monk at all, nor did they feel sad about Lu Ping's misery, but laughed more and more happily.

"Haha, laughing to death, I don't know the truth of not suffering from widowhood but suffering from unevenness, brothers who are born and die, say sell when they say they sell, people don't pit you. ”

"That's it, this kind of waste, should have died in the Misty Swamp a long time ago, hehe, now bring so many good things to Misty City for nothing. ”

The gossip stimulated Wan Haitao, making the body of this old man who was stained with blood mist tremble a little.

He muttered in his mouth: "Impossible! I have already brought all the spiritual materials of my Hundred Grass Hall, impossible! I..." After speaking, he raised his head and looked at the three Misty City elders with tears in his eyes.

"Elder, how much is missing! Tell me how much is missing!" he looked at all the people around him.

At this time, a chubby old man smiled and said, "Hehe, there are only ten contribution points left, and as long as you have a spiritual material used by a Qi cultivation period cultivator, you can exchange it." After saying that, he closed his eyes and waited to see the good show.

Wan Haitao suddenly came to his senses, stood up, and shouted to everyone around him: "Fellow Daoists, please lend me a spiritual plant, as long as there is one, I am willing to redeem it three times! ”

But there was no one or anything, but the contempt in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"Okay, take your Baicao Hall in exchange. A voice suddenly popped up from the crowd.

This voice choked Wan Haitao's lifeline, he trembled, and shouted weakly: "You are robbing! You are robbing! A spiritual material used by a qi cultivator is going to be exchanged for my Baicao Hall, you... You guys..."

The expressions of the surrounding monks became more and more cruel, and they looked at Wan Haitao, who was already desperate, from an angle of standing in the sky.

The three elders looked more and more sarcastic, and they enjoyed the despair of others very much.

Chu Fei, who was far away in the corner, took care of the matter at hand, and walked towards Wan Haitao slowly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and asked, "Wan Shopkeeper, he is still alive below, is there anything I can help with?"

Wan Haitao raised his head, saw hope in his withered yellow eyes, hugged Chu Fei's thigh at once, and said with tears: "Pharmacist Chu, please, save my nephew, my nephew..." ”

Chu Fei was indifferent, shook his head and said, "No, I just want what we said before, I only need an invitation." After speaking, he silently said in his heart: "The last time, whether there is affection or not, it depends on this time." ”

Then he walked over to the exchange table and handed the things in his hand to one of the old men. The old man took the herb, raised his head and said, "Boy, a piece of water root orchid, is it still broken?" Holding a piece of broken flower, he asked Chu Fei with some incredulity.

Chu Fei kept touching his head, his face was filled with an embarrassed smile, and he kept nodding in response.

The people in the queue at the back kept laughing, and someone sarcastically said: "Another coward, a piece of waterroot orchid is still a treasure, this kind of outermost garbage can even be taken out?"

But someone said: "Hehe, although it is a crippled spiritual material, it is just enough for that Lu Ping to dispel the demonic nature." ”

Seeing this, everyone kept talking about Chu Fei, but the originally joyful atmosphere was dispelled by this gentleness. All the casual cultivators like to watch other people's tragedies, and the comedy at this time makes them feel extremely disgusting.

"Now, let's ask a few people to dispel the demonic nature in Lu Ping's body. After speaking, Chu Fei closed his eyes and stepped aside.

Wan Haitao burst into tears and laughed, grabbed Lu Ping, who was slumped to the ground and kept shaking, and walked towards a small black house in the distance, Chu Fei was also a little curious when he saw this, but he couldn't go over directly, so he could only stand in place and wait quietly.

Time passed quickly, and the surrounding scattered cultivators continued to exchange the spiritual materials in their hands, some people were happy, but some people were worried, many of them were like Lu Ping, and they needed foreign aid, but more, because of the demonic riot, they were directly killed by the guards of Misty City.

After half a quarter of an hour, Wan Haitao came out of the small dark room with an excited expression, and behind him, a pale man followed.

The man had just left the door, and suddenly saw Chu Fei standing in the distance, and shouted, "Boy! I'll kill you. But he had just looked at the scene around him, and his original fierce posture instantly converged by half.

Seeing this, Chu Fei was not angry, and walked indifferently to Wan Haitao, stretched out a hand, and said, "Now, give me an invitation." ”

As soon as the words fell, Lu Ping next to him was suddenly unhappy, pushed Chu Fei's hand away, and said arrogantly: "Get out! What are you, you dare to get involved in the invitation of our Baicao Hall, what are you?" After speaking, he didn't care about Wan Haitao's feelings, and directly dragged his uncle towards the periphery.

"Shopkeeper Wan, what do you mean by this?" Chu Fei's expression became more and more bizarre, and he began to ask.

Wan Haitao's expression was cloudy, as if he had thought of something, and then looked at all the spiritual materials still placed on the exchange table, and said in his heart: "When the Baicao Hall is alive and dead, Pharmacist Chu, if we don't participate in the Danwang Battle, the Baicao Hall will be swallowed up, I..." lowered his head after speaking, and he didn't dare to face Chu Fei.

Seeing this, Chu Fei laughed, turned his head and waved his sleeves and said: "Since you don't want to get married to someone from my Chu, and I don't force someone from Chu, in this misty city, as long as you have a thousand contribution points, you can exchange a qualification, why should I get it in your Baicao Hall." After speaking, he didn't want to say more, and walked directly towards the exchange office.

The three old men at the exchange office were a little puzzled, how could this guy who only practiced qi cultivation have such arrogant words, didn't he know the difficulty of this thousand contribution points?

The people next to him were even more sarcastic, thinking that Chu Fei was just quick to speak. And this feeling of repeated betrayal made everyone laugh.

"Alas, how can this immature chick be counted as the acting skills of the old man in the Baicao Hall, but now it's good, he was treated as a lamb, hahaha. ”

Chu Fei looked back and had some understanding of everyone, no wonder no one was willing to take out their spiritual materials just now, because everyone knew that in the casual cultivation, it was all deceit.