The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Yun Ying looked at the opposite person with the eyes of a fool, but Feng Jing didn't realize it, and even picked on the poor quality of the dragon fish's beard.

"It is said to be a ninth-order dragon fish, but it is actually a peak eighth-order dragon fish. The dragon aura inside is not strong at all."

"Then you should get the money back." Yunying said.

Feng Jing flatly refused: "That's so stingy, I won't do such a thing!"

Sure enough, she couldn't understand the world of the rich.

Yunying thought to herself, if this kind of thing happened to her, she would rather be poked at the back and scolded for being stingy, than hand over 30 low-grade spirit stones to others.

She put down her chopsticks without eating much, silently thinking about what to do next.

Counting all her savings, including monthly experience, hunting income, and rewards for breaking through levels, it is only worth [-] low-grade spirit stones, which is less than a fraction of the cost of this meal.

After all, after staying in the sect for a long time, I underestimated the prices outside!

No, she didn't underestimate. The monks who set up stalls on the street outside yelled at her very clearly just now. If she came here to practice by herself, [-] spirit stones are more than enough, but walking with this second generation ancestor, it seems that she is very Destitute.

Originally, he planned to pay more money as repayment, but now Yun Ying silently pushed that thought back to the bottom of his heart, this person is not short of money at all, even if he took the initiative to spend some small money to help him buy some gadgets, I'm afraid he would take it for granted .

Yunying is not such a straight-forward person, so naturally she won't rush to do such thankless things.

After thinking for a while, Yun Ying tentatively asked, "The third son is so eager to come to Qingshan Town, is it because of the auction the day after tomorrow?"

"You're smart." Feng Jing raised her eyes and looked at her quietly.

"You have to inquire first before you can rest assured." Yunying said, "I heard that the treasures auctioned in that auction all came from a secret mansion in the Nine Thousand Mountains, and the most eye-catching thing was a ray of ghosts. Yan, did the third son come here for this?"

Feng Jing sneered, but didn't speak.

Yunying understood immediately: "Young Master, you don't like this Nether Ghost Flame? That's right, the name sounds like something evil, how can it be used by Young Master."

"It can't be seen that you are quite good at flattering people." Feng Jing seemed a little angry, Yunying didn't understand, it was just a compliment, as for pulling her face down again.

Such a moody teenager is really difficult to deal with.

Yun Ying said helplessly: "My knowledge is limited, and I can't fathom the unfathomable depths of the Third Young Master. Please, Third Young Master, be honest with me."

"I really don't like Nether Ghost Flame." Feng Jing said.

Yunying nodded following his ending, and waited for him to continue.

Feng Jing avoided her gaze: "But I need it now."

Yunying nodded again, and began to analyze carefully: "But the third son must not be the only one who wants the Nether Ghost Flame, and there are quite a few rich men like you. How can we ensure that the third son will definitely get the Nether Ghost Flame?"

"This kind of auction will raise the price to the end with barter." Feng Jing said proudly, "I bet the things they put out can't compare to me alone."

Yunying smiled: "But in this way, won't Third Young Master be envied by others?"

"They still dare to touch me?" Feng Jing raised her eyebrows, she couldn't believe Yun Ying would think so.

But Yun Ying's expression was very serious, which made him unconsciously look serious.