"Little Junior Sister, Elder Qiu and I will think of a way to collect 400 medium-grade Holy Spirit Stones for you. What do you think?" The two of them came to Luo Enen and said.
"Thank you, two senior brothers. As long as you have these 400 medium-grade Holy Spirit Stones, I will prepare it and set off immediately for three days at most." Luo Enen smiled like Crescent Yaer in both eyes.
"Okay, wait for a moment, and we will come." It's rare that Luo Enen didn't speak loudly this time. Chang Qiu and his wife were afraid that the night would be long and dreams would be too long, so they bowed and then left quickly.
Behind him, Han Yangshu, Zhou Siqin and others looked at the two elders leaving, their eyes full of sympathy, and when they looked at Luo Enen's eyes, the admiration became stronger: After a long time of trouble, Luo Enen left Fengming
I wandered around and it turned out that was the idea!
This junior uncle is really a waste of life. But she took the two elders to the point of being held by her, and they had no power to fight back at all! When they were spreading such junior sisters, they had also suffered from blood molds for eight lifetimes.
It's right.
Not long after leaving Qingxi Valley, all the methods often separated from the swing sword and returned to the peaks.
"Who should I borrow it first?" Chang Wanfa was struggling with grief as he walked.
Although he had already pulled the swing sword into the water, it would be embarrassing to borrow money from his disciples. He should try to find a few wealthy and strict-mouthed families to avoid causing a lot of controversy and damage his elder's reputation.
"San Uncle, you are back, what happened again?" Chang Yingrong came towards him and asked worriedly when he saw Chang Wanfa's sad face.
"That Luo Enen is simply a prodigal son..." Chang Wanfa sighed and explained the previous story in detail.
Speaking of the pile of Xibei goods bought by Luo Enen, especially the ancient divine eye lamp that lights when there is light, it doesn't light. Elder Chang's heartbeats again and breaths are rapid, and his head is good.
Very dizzy.
"What should I do now?" Chang Yingrong didn't expect Luo Enen to be so dissipated. After hearing this, he was stunned for a while before asking with a wry smile.
"There is no choice but to borrow some Holy Spirit Stone from the inner disciple first. Do you think I should look for Ji Yingshi first, or Ke Wenyuan or Liu Mingying first?" Chang Wanfa said in confusion.
This is a big deal that concerns his reputation. The fewer people know, the better. You can't find a big mouth to spread it everywhere.
"Uncle San, why don't you sell the treasures of the Secret Dharma Hall to sell them?" Chang Yingrong saw what he was worried about and thought about it and said.
"No, that's the foundation of my Fa Sect and must not be used easily!" Chang Wanfa rejected his proposal in one verbal way.
The Secret Dharma Hall mentioned by Chang Yingrong is located on the cliff behind the Holy Fa Peak, which is the most mysterious place of the Holy Fa Peak. Even some inner disciples of the Dharma Sect who entered the late stage did not know its existence.
The treasures of heaven and earth passed down from generation to generation by elders of the Fazong Sect are hidden in this hall. This is also the foundation of the Fazong's footsteps and must not be used easily unless they have to.
"Then I can only borrow it from my disciples. Otherwise, I will find Ji Yingshi first." Chang Yingrong also knew the importance of this secret Dharma Hall, so he couldn't persuade him again after hearing this, so he gave me a suggestion.
After all, Ji Yingshi's achievements today are thanks to Chang Wanfa's wise eyes and should take into account his face and will not spread this matter casually.
"Okay, I'll go find him first." Chang Wanfa thought about it for a while, and felt that Chang Yingrong's suggestion was just right for him, so he blushed and walked towards Ji Yingshi's residence.
The Holy Sword Peak, the Swing Sword, thought for a long time, walked towards the residence of Yang Ning, the eldest brother under the sect. His old face was red with shame.