Chapter 173
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Junior Apprentice Brother Bei … what are you doing!?
Jiao Zimo quickly frowned.
Senior Apprentice Brother Jiu! I don't want to criticize you, but you are about to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, but there are no elders to protect you. The sect is so poor that there are only some magical treasures and materials left, and the treasury is empty … If you don't swindle more magical currency to set up a defensive formation and absorb spiritual energy from it when you break through, do you want to go berserk and die halfway?
The reason why magical currency was favored by cultivators, other than being used as gold and silver, was because magical currency itself was a kind of spiritual energy crystal. Under special circumstances, it could be used for cultivation.
Bei Sansan stared at Jiao Zimo, his eyes conveying his concern and reproach.
Since you can't bear to deceive the little girl, then I will be the bad guy!
Shaking his finger, Bei Sansan straightened his chest.
Two thousand magical currency?
Two thousand magical currency for his life, it was totally worth it!
Zhen Xiaoxiao's eyes suddenly brightened. Moreover, what Jiao Zimo said was not just the Love Snake and the Rainbow-winged Eagle, but all the beasts in the Flying Dragon Temple!
Closing his eyes, Zhen Xiaoxiao seemed to see that there were many beast skins, horns, hairs, blood, teeth, and scales in his storage of beast spirit stones!
Good business!
But he couldn't let Jiao Zimo feel that he was too rich.
Forcefully suppressing the urge to laugh out loud, Zhen Xiaoxiao pulled an old eggplant face and bitterly took out money from his sleeves.
"Bei Shixiong's money is too vicious. I've saved up for many years. I've mended the soles of my shoes over and over again. I've even worn out my clothes, and I've only managed to save two thousand French dollars. Today, all of it will be taken away by you.
Zhen Xiaoxiao's complaints made Jiao Zimo feel even more pain.
If it wasn't for a silver sword suddenly hitting his chest and causing the spiritual energy in his body to show signs of losing control, he wouldn't have gone against his conscience for some life-saving magical currency.
Poor …
Miserable …
Unscrupulous Abbey Dean and Elders …
Abandoning their disciples without saying a word! I hate you!
Jiao Zimo's gaze fell on the bamboo leaves, and a few green leaves silently tore.
Damn!
Rich people!
Bei Sansan's eyes almost fell out of their sockets when he saw the mountain of two thousand French dollars slowly piling up on the ground.
He had wanted to haggle for a bit, but he never thought that Bei Sansan would actually pay the price. A mere third-level Immortal disciple was so rich. How could Bei Sansan, who was already at the seventh-level of Qi Condensation, endure this?
Damn it!
If I had known that the disciples of the Pill Faction were so rich, I wouldn't have joined the Flying Dragon Temple with Senior Brother Jiu. Who told me that the Seven Leaves Valley was poor? If I remember, I'll definitely beat him to death!
Squeezing his small fist, an angry expression appeared on his face.
"In the future … the beasts of my Flying Dragon Temple … will be under your control …"
Squeezing out such a sentence from his throat with great difficulty and pain, Jiao Zimo took out a token with the word "Jiu" written on it from his pocket and solemnly placed it in Zhen Xiaoxiao's hand.
"This is my personal token. There are only three of them in the entire sect. You can ask for my help three times."
This was the only compensation Jiao Zimo could think of.
"Good, good, good!" Zhen Xiaoxiao carelessly threw the token with the word "Jiu" into his sleeve, then carefully took out a piece of yellow paper from his sleeve and carefully laid it on the ground.
"But two thousand French dollars is not a small amount. We have to write a contract to prevent new junior brothers and sisters from stealing my job in the future!"
Quickly recording the contents of the three's conversation on the paper, Zhen Xiaoxiao smiled and presented a red mark to Jiao Zimo.
Little girl … Why are you so innocent and naive?
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