Chapter 226: High Price!

The place where the materials for the True Immortal Refining Weapon are exchanged is just a hut, and there is only a table and a chair in the whole house, and there is a half-dead old man who arrives~

"You three, are you here to exchange materials?" the old man glanced at the servant and said lazily.

"Yes, Uncle Shi, what about our materials?" asked Fang Yan.

Glancing at the dialect, the old man said weakly: "So many people change materials every day, can I fit this hut? ”

Push a thick notebook forward, and then the old man will ignore it.

The servants didn't care, Weng Xue was on the far left, the dialect was in the middle, and Qu Jifeng was on the right, the three heads were almost together, and they looked at the book with it.

Not to mention, the way the thick book records the materials is actually quite exquisite, and the classification is very clear, what kind of fine gold, what strange stones, what liquid pith......

Each category includes a lot of variety, and each one is followed by a detailed price, how many contribution points in exchange for one or two or a catty.

At this time, Fang Yan had already taken out the secret book of "Ming Wang Stick" from his arms, and said softly directly, the first material: "Yu Minglu, three taels." ”

Over there, Weng Xue was holding the account book, and Qu Jifeng flew up.

Quickly found Yu Minglu, Qu Jifeng traced the line with the index finger of his right hand, and slowly read: "Yu Minglu, rare true immortal materials, one or two contribution points for one hundred." ”

"Murder?"

"That's too expensive, isn't it?"

Weng Xue and Fang Yan exclaimed one after another.

"Hehe, my psychological endurance is obviously stronger than yours in this regard, brother, I have been hit countless times a long time ago, alas, people love and hate it...... " Qu Jifeng sighed.

Fang Yan gritted his teeth and said, "Write it down first." The second material, Yamamoto fine gold, five catties. ”

Qu Jifeng took a pen and paper from the old man's table, wrote it down, and continued to look for Shan Yuan Jingjin. That's it~

In the end, how many people are easy to do, and soon found the target, Qu Jifeng continued to read with his index finger while drawing: "Shanyuan Essence Gold, rare true immortal material, eighty contribution points......"

"Big brother, don't tell me about one or two ......" At this time, Qu Jifeng's fingers just blocked the price, and the dialect couldn't help but be worried.

"A pound. ”

Qu Jifeng's "one catty" exited, and the three of them all breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had just experienced a big war.

At first, the old man had no energy, but he didn't even hear seven or eight kinds of rare materials, not even a kind of "good" or "ordinary" materials, he was finally a little moved, and couldn't help but want to see what kind of secret book Fang Yan was holding in his hand.

But Fang Yan had already hated the old man at this time, and knew what was going on when he saw the old man's movements, and deliberately put the secret book of "Ming Wang Stick" very close to the account book, just to prevent the old man from seeing it......

The old man didn't know that the dialect was deliberate, as if it were in a hurry......

He clearly knew that the so-called rare materials could already be regarded as materials that could only be used by junior immortals to some extent, and he was actually often patronized by junior immortals here. However, the dialect is only a true immortal

The dialect servants over there have been busy and nervous, and they didn't even dare to make a sound, and at a certain moment, Qu Jifeng suddenly exclaimed, "No, it's already used four thousand two."

"What?" Fang Yan and Weng Xue exclaimed at the same time.

"Look at ......" Qu Jifeng showed the two of them the piece of paper that was settling, and when Fang Yan and Weng Xue finished reading, he couldn't help but say, "Fang Yan, you won't have many kinds of materials that you haven't read......

Fang Yan swallowed his spit, and then said, "There are five more." ”

Five kinds, not much to say, but not too much to say, at this time Weng Xue and Qu Jifeng didn't know whether to be happy or worried about the dialect......

"Keep looking, Ming is a demon-breaking chalcedony, four taels. "The dialect is weak and authentic.

I quickly found it, and after I transferred this account again, the dialect only had four hundred contribution points to use......

"Go on" The dialect has been opened, even if the contribution points are not enough, you have to figure out how much you need first, "Hundred folds of Mingluo, one catty." ”

The old man in the hut raised his eyebrows visibly, but he didn't say anything.

Then the servants searched for a long time, but they didn't find the hundred folds.

"Why don't you find the next one first, moire weak light silver, four catties. Fang Yan said directly, to be honest, he really wished there was a little less number on that bill now......

I've been looking for a long time, but I still haven't found it

Then the dialect did not hesitate to read out the last two materials as well, and there was no ......

The servant closed the account book, handed it back in dialect, and asked, "This uncle, I don't know why there are no four materials such as a hundred folds of Mingluo in the account book?" Is there no inventory in the sect?"

The old man glanced at Fang Yan and said angrily: "Those four materials are all Heavenly Immortal Weapons, of course I can't find them here."

"Sure enough", these four words are the voices of the three dialects at this time.

"Are you still changing?" asked the old man, looking at the posture and already wanting to chase away the guest.

"Let's not change it for the time being, let's go and see the prices of the other four materials first. ”

The old man knew such an expression, obviously thinking that it was impossible for the three dialects to have so many contribution points, so he said "um" without saltiness.

"Let's go. Dialects took the lead.

"Good. ”

The three of them turned around and walked out, Fang Yan deliberately fell behind, and put his hands behind his back, still holding the secret book of "Ming Wang Stick" in his hands, but deliberately facing himself with the cover......

He was hit hard by this old man, so he decided not to let this old man feel good......

The place where the materials for the Heavenly Immortal Artifact were exchanged was not far away, and the servants quickly walked in, but there were other people inside.

It wasn't until those people had changed and left with the tokens that the three of them walked up.

Soon, they found four things here, such as the Hundred Fold Bright Soul and the Moire Weak Light Silver, but in order to exchange for a sufficient amount, they needed a total of two thousand sect contribution points......

Calculated in this way, that is to say, if the dialect wants to refine the Ming King Stick, it needs at least 6,600 sect contribution points......

The dialect is simply crazy, even if it is a heavenly immortal weapon, it can't be refined at this price

Does this still make people live?

Weng Xue and Qu Jifeng were also secretly speechless, almost not knowing what to say.

On the way out, Fang Yan couldn't help but ask: "You say, do I practice this Mingwang stick or not?"

"It is normal for an immortal weapon that allows a high-level true immortal to have a few moves with a beginner-level heavenly immortal, and it has these costs. Qu Jifeng didn't give an answer at all, because he didn't know either.

"Fortunately, I'm cultivating the Formation Dao...... Weng Xue muttered.

Seeing that the two of them neither supported nor opposed, Fang Yan suddenly asked, "You two really don't have any contribution points?"

"I still have one hundred and thirteen, I can lend it to you first. Qu Jifeng said immediately.

"I still have three hundred, but for the sake of fairness, I can only lend you one hundred and thirteen ......" Weng Xue said.

Then he listened to the dialect and said without hesitation: "Okay, then I will borrow it too"

"It's so much worse, the two of us add up to only two hundred and six, it's nothing, or, do you want to think of another way?" Qu Jifeng asked.

"yes. Weng Xue also said.

Fang Yan saw their sinister intentions and said with a smile: "You two have already said that you will lend it to me, and now it's too late to regret it." It just so happens that I don't know the process of transferring contribution points yet, so let's familiarize ourselves with it. ”

Weng Xue and Qu Jifeng suddenly lost their words, and they didn't regret it for a while.

They didn't know that Fang Yan also regretted it very much at this time, he had known that he would need so many contribution points to refine the Ming King Stick, and he should have scavenged all the four of Nie Hu in the first place......

When the servants came out of the Ziyang Palace, Qu Jifeng's name was already a contribution point, and there were three hundred and six more dialects. Originally, it should be two hundred and six, and the extra hundred was that he deliberately disgusted Weng Xue and shouted "good sister" twice, Weng Xue really couldn't stand it and used it to gag his mouth......

This trip to Ziyang Hall was at least familiar with the environment, except for the dialect, the other two were in a good mood.

"What are you going to do now?" Weng Xue asked.

"Why don't you disperse?" Qu Jifeng replied.

"I have an idea, I can get some contribution points, how about you go and help me suppress the formation?" Fang Yan said suddenly.

"What's the idea?" Weng Xue said vigilantly.

"What are you afraid of, you two have come out wearing the clothes of the disciples who have entered the room, and what I have to deal with is just a few ordinary inner disciples. ”

"Sizzle...... By the way, Fang Yan, you have worshiped three masters, and you have received three sets of clothes for the disciples in the room, why have you never seen them worn them?" Qu Jifeng asked.

"I told you not to be angry. Fang Yan laughed.

"Then you better stop talking about it, it's definitely not a good thing. "Weng Xue Dao.

Fang Yan didn't care about Weng Xue's objection at all, and said directly: "In the eighteen immortal mansions of the Pingtian Sect, the clothes of the disciples who entered the room are all the same except for the eighteen small signs. This dress is originally very good-looking, but so many people wear the same clothes, it looks too formal and serious, how can it highlight the difference of everyone. Think about it, in the entire Pingtian Sect, all the disciples in the room wear the same clothes, but what kind of clothes I want to wear, it looks different from others, wahaha......"

"You stink, you. Weng Xue pouted.

"If you don't wear the clothes of a disciple in the room, who can recognize you as a disciple in the room?

"Hey, I'm wandering around all day, and I rarely interact with my peers, so I don't need that outfit. The dialect explained.

At this time, the servants had already flown in the direction of the Heavenly Fire Valley, and it didn't take long to arrive at the place.

Fang Yan smiled: "You must not believe it, although I am a disciple of the Heavenly Fire Valley, but this is the second time I have come to the Heavenly Fire Valley. Wait a minute, let me prepare. ”

ps: If you have a monthly pass, hurry up and smash it, today's monthly pass data is too ugly......