"Ten thousand spiritual stones are not expensive, but twenty thousand is really a bit expensive." Ling Bo said depressedly, still brooding over what had just happened.
"It's better than sitting around anyway. Now that everyone recognizes it, don't take it too seriously." Ling Chuxi noticed that the room was extremely luxuriously decorated, and it was far away from other people's rooms.
There are also different grades of rooms. The higher-end rooms have more advanced spirit-gathering formations. The room they lived in was obviously specially taken care of by Ling Bo. He was grateful in his heart and gave another word of advice.
"Don't worry, as long as they don't bother me, I won't bother to get to know them. You guys can rest first. If you need anything, just come to me. I'll turn left in front of you and take the first room. Also,
There is also a canteen on the Qingyun Shuttle. Although it is okay for ordinary practitioners to go without food or drink for a month or two, it is impossible for them to go without food or drink for a year. If you are hungry, you can also taste the characteristics of the Sea of Death.
Delicious food." Uncle Ling said to Ling Chuxi and Ling Chuxi.
"Well, thank you Uncle Ling." Ling Chuxi nodded.
After sending Uncle Ling away, Ling Chuxi, Lan Xinyu and the two chatted for a few words and then started practicing separately.
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"Sir, you are so awesome. You actually came up with such a good idea. In this way, we can earn more than one million yuan in income and can pay tribute to the family." In another room, a loser was approaching An.
Xiu Wen flattered him greatly.
"Including the more than one million, it is only less than three million. It is much worse than before. The deadline is a little early." An Xiuwen crossed his legs and said.
"Sir, you must have thought of a countermeasure, right?" the dogleg pretended to be thoughtful and said.
"How many five-color spiritual stones does this Qingyun Shuttle consume every time it crosses the Sea of Death?" An Xiuwen asked.
"I checked earlier, it's about a hundred thousand," the man replied.
"A hundred thousand is a waste, it's a complete waste. I really don't know what the old man named Ling is thinking! Let them rest for a few days first, and then send an order to everyone to help with the formation and use manpower to activate the formation.
, wouldn’t this save hundreds of thousands of five-color spiritual stones?” An Xiuwen said.
"Good idea, why didn't I think of it?" The loser patted his head and looked at An Xiuwen with "admiration", but secretly cursed an idiot in his heart. If it was so easy to activate the formation manually,
Why have you wasted so many five-color spiritual stones in these years? Just think that the immortal Ling is an idiot. Do you really think that everyone is an idiot? But he did not dare to say this.
"But sir, this is only a few hundred thousand more, and it still won't help. Besides, given the strength of those cultivators, many of them are not even at the level of the Lord. Even if we exhaust them to death, we probably won't be able to reach it.
Zhongtian Territory." The man then said again.
"Hey, you're right. They won't be able to reach the Zhongtian Territory even if they are exhausted. But if they don't want to be exhausted, then they can just bring out some more five-color spiritual stones." An Xiuwen's disgusting horse face
on, with a sinister smile on his face.
"Tall, really tall!" The bitch raised his thumb, but secretly cursed in his heart: I've seen black people before, but I've never seen anyone as black as you. I've been treated like this once by you, don't talk about others, even if it's...
I don't even dare to board this pirate ship again.