There are several flying boats parked not far away. The flying boats are very fast and can reach the other shore thousands of miles away in an hour.
But the cost of flying boats is much higher, 10,000 mid-grade spiritual stones at a time, while the cost of ships is much lower, only 1,000 mid-grade spiritual stones, but correspondingly, the speed is much slower, at least once
Genius works.
Chen Feng really didn't have the time to waste, so he chose to take the flying boat.
He walked towards several airships parked on one side.
Next to the flying boat, there were several people wearing the uniforms of disciples guarding it.
They are responsible for welcoming guests and serving passengers, and they cannot even fly a flying boat.
Because it requires a very strong cultivation level to drive a flying boat, and their Gang Qi is simply not that strong.
Seeing Chen Feng dressed in simple white clothes, the handyman disciple standing next to Fei Zhou suddenly showed contempt on his face.
He walked directly in front of Chen Feng, with his nostrils pointed in the sky, and said arrogantly: "Where did you get this poor guy from? Looking at you, you don't seem to be able to ride on a flying boat!"
"Hurry, roll as far as you can, roll to the side, don't block the way of other guests!"
Chen Feng frowned, looked at him, and said coldly: "How many middle-grade spiritual stones are needed to ride a flying boat?"
The disciple lazily pointed to the sign next to him with great disdain and said, "Didn't you see it? It's clearly written on it, 10,000 medium-grade spiritual stones at a time!"
"Looking at the way you are dressed, I can tell you are a poor man. Can you afford to sit on it? I guess you can't even afford to sit on the boat next to you?"
"Get out of here, get out of here!"
He waved his hands very impatiently and with a very contemptuous attitude.
Chen Feng looked at him with a sneer: "You said I'm a poor guy, right? Have the guts to say it again!"
The handyman disciple stared at him: "What's wrong with me saying you are a poor ghost? A poor ghost! A poor ghost! A poor ghost!"
He said it three times in succession. Chen Feng laughed, took out a mustard seed bag and threw it into the air.
Under his control, the mustard bag belt opened directly in mid-air.
Then a huge amount of spiritual stones poured down from mid-air like a waterfall.
This handyman disciple had no time to resist, and was directly hit by countless spiritual stones. These countless spiritual stones piled up into a hill several meters high, and actually buried him directly in it.
When the people around saw this scene, they were immediately in an uproar.
The mustard seed bag that Chen Feng threw out contains mid-grade spiritual stones, let alone 10,000 yuan, maybe 100,000 yuan!
Many people looked at Chen Fengfeng with envy and shock.
"Oh my God, how many middle-grade spiritual stones is this? Just like the hill, I think it's at least 100,000 yuan!"
"This young man is really extraordinary. He looks inconspicuous, but he didn't expect his net worth to be so rich!"
"And you see, he threw so many middle-grade spiritual stones without any feeling of distress at all, which shows that his wealth is more than this!"
"Haha, that guy who looks down on others deserves to be taught a lesson. He has a rich net worth! He just dressed shabbily on purpose."
The handyman disciple finally climbed out of the pile of spiritual stones.
Everyone laughed when they saw the messy appearance of the handyman disciple.
At this time, in the flying boat, a man who looked like a steward walked down quickly.
He came to Chen Feng and said with a very respectful smile: "Young Master, calm down, calm down."
Then he dragged the handyman disciple out, punched and kicked him, and shouted sternly: "You have offended your distinguished guest, do you know that?"
The handyman was directly stunned by those spiritual stones. At this time, he realized that Chen Feng was very rich and could not afford to offend him, so he knelt on the ground and was beaten.
Then he was dragged to Chen Feng by the steward, and kowtowed to Chen Feng before him.
Chen Feng glanced at him and said lightly: "A dog's eyes look down upon others!"
Chen Feng put the middle-grade spiritual stones into the mustard bag and then boarded the flying boat.
There are only 6 seats on the flying boat, the other five are already full, and Chen Feng is about to sit down on the last one.
At this time, suddenly a bald man wearing black clothes rushed up in a hurry. When he saw the last seat, he also saw that Chen Feng had just sat on it.
The steward smiled and said to the strong man in black: "Dear guest, the last seat we have is already occupied. Please come down. There will be a spaceship that can take off later!"
The strong man in black stared at him with a murderous look on his face, and shouted sternly: "You old man, I have something important to come down the mountain, and I have delayed something important. Can you afford it?"
"Killing you won't be enough to atone for your crime!"
His eyes moved around the boat, scanning the faces of the six passengers, and then fixed on Chen Feng.
He walked up to Chen Feng, looked down at him, and shouted sternly: "You little bastard, get out of here, this seat belongs to me!"
Chen Feng looked at him, a flash of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and said in his heart: "What? You think I'm easy to bully, don't you?"
He said calmly: "This seat is already mine, please get down!"
Chen Feng didn't want to cause trouble, and he said it quite politely, but the strong man in black obviously regarded his retreat as cowardice.
He stared at Chen Feng with a ferocious look on his face, clenched his fists, and made a burst of bones: "Little bastard, I'll count to three, if you still can't get up, don't blame me for taking action!"
"If you don't get out now, I will break all your bones and throw you out."
