Chapter 705: Fraud
"No more?" The man known as the boss was sitting on a high seat in the inner hall.
With one foot on the wide seat, his propped-up figure was mostly hidden in the shadows. Only when he looked down could he see the mustache on his chin and the evil smile on his lips.
"It's because you said you had a good baby that I came all the way here."
"Doesn't the mobile puppet need spiritual stones to activate it?"
"Don't I need time to practice?"
"Still, I came here from Star City, a subsidiary of Tianji City, just for a mere two thousand high-grade spiritual stones."
"Two thousand!" The man suppressed his anger, and the faint spiritual aura around him was like a big hand shrouding the heads of the two people kneeling on the ground. It seemed that with just a gentle grab, the two of them would be stuck. Chickens and ducks that hold their necks suffocate to death.
The thin and yellow-looking monk who was kneeling on the ground kowtowed quickly and said: "Back to boss, we really got the treasure. He is a monk from a foreign country. It seems like it is his first time to come to Tianji City. Otherwise, Wang Laoliu would not be beaten by Wang Laoliu." Foolish."
"He brought a treasure that looked like a ring."
"The treasure seems to have been corroded by something, and it is pitted, but no matter how hard we try, we cannot shake it."
"Look, this is my magic weapon. It broke such big cracks and holes." Sick Tiger quickly held up his trap-shaped magic weapon.
At that time, the hardness of the treasure was too strange, so he tried it with the magic weapon with a tentative attitude. Who would have thought that with just one blow, a circle of faint cracks would appear on the magic weapon.
How could such a thing not be a treasure? Fetching it and turning it in would bring them huge rewards.
"We obviously put the treasure in the box, but it really disappeared."
The man put his feet down and touched his mustache.
In the Qian Gang, no one dares to hide treasures secretly. If you want to hide it privately, you might as well hide it yourself. Why notify him first and then stage such a painful scene.
Therefore, as sick tiger and cat head said, the treasure disappeared by itself.
There are indeed many strange things happening in this world.
"Did that person spend any effort to find you?" the man asked.
Binghu thought carefully, then shook his head and said: "It's really not true. After he found Baibao Pavilion, he stopped looking for it. He found an inn to stay as if nothing happened. According to the reports of other brothers, that person was there. Fangshi bought some jade slips and never left the inn again."
"Tell me, what is his strength?"
"Nascent Soul."
"It must be True Lord Nascent Soul."
"Is his spiritual aura very powerful? Like mine?"
"It's not that powerful. It's much weaker than the boss's."
"Yeah."
"It seems I have to have a good talk with him." The man stood up.
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Inside the inn.
Lu Jing, who was still making preparations, said in surprise: "Are the puppets in Tianji City already so powerful?"
After traveling all over the country for so many years, I have seen many big cities, but none of them can compare with Tianji City. It can no longer be described as a city. It is as vast as a domain and has a cloud of monks.
However, those who can make puppets so powerful, the Great Instrument Sect is indeed second to none.
Mr. Wu's voice came in time, with a sigh in his voice, and said: "That's because the place you stayed in before was too small. You were either assassinating this or that. There was no time to stop. You have been cultivating immortals for two hundred years. You have When you live for yourself?”
This really made Lu Jing fall into deep thought.
Indeed, as Mr. Wu said, in the past two hundred years, most of the time was spent cultivating in secret, and most of the remaining time was preparing assassination methods and approaching the target. And because of his own strength, he couldn't go that far.
Everything is arranged by the organization.
Except this time, coming to Tianji City was a result of many factors.
Not only was it due to Mr. Wu’s urging and the acquisition of the legacy and powerful treasures from his predecessors, but also because of his own laziness. Maybe this was all due to the confusion after getting a large amount of money. He didn't even know how to spend the spiritual stones in the storage ring.
Different from Lu Jing's confusion, Tu Shanjun's eyes gradually brightened. He thought he was learning a language, but what he didn't expect was that some introductions about Tianji City in Fengwuzhi actually made him feel like he was in a steel industry. Jungle feeling.
This feels a bit long gone.
Many fragments resurfaced in his somewhat vague memory.
"More than three hundred years ago." Tu Shanjun murmured softly.
Maybe it was almost four hundred years ago, and his memory was a little blurry.
Looking up, he saw that the quiet room of the inn was underground. He couldn't look up at the sky, nor could he see the stars or the moon. The only thing that made him happy was that no matter where he went, there was a sun and a moon.
Whether it was the Small Wilderness back then or the Eastern Wilderness now.
Boom boom.
The door to the quiet room moved, and the bell installed on the door made a sound.
This made Lu Jing turn around and look at the table. The ring on the table had long been restored to its original state, and the jade slips spread out had not changed at all. It was as if nothing had changed just now. If Lu Jing had not seen it, I would have thought so until I grew rings with hands and eyes.
Now he just thinks the treasure is weird.
However, Mr. Wu couldn't help him answer anything.
After all, Mr. Wu was only a Nascent Soul cultivator during his lifetime, and his ability to recognize Taoist soldiers was already an extraordinary feat.
Lu Jing walked to the door, opened the formation and the door, and asked, "What's the matter?"
Appearing at the door was a woman with a distinctive appearance. He had seen that woman before. She was the monk who helped him register at the inn counter.
Now standing outside the door, he took out a jade slip and said, "Sir, someone asked me to hand this jade slip to you. He said that if I hand it over to you, you will give me ten spiritual stones."
"Really?" Lu Jing sighed. It couldn't be that the organization had something else for him to handle.
But thinking about it carefully, the organization would not do things like this, and it must have been sent to the wrong person. He picked up the jade slip and scanned it with his spiritual consciousness, which was less than five meters wide. There were only a few words inside.
"Who asked you to send it here?"
"He is a thin man with a sallow complexion."
"Look, guest sir..."
Lu Jing took out a high-grade spirit stone from his storage bag and said, "Did he have anything else to say?"
"He said he would wait for you at the door."
"Do you have a back door or side door?"
Seeing the woman's hesitation, Lu Jing took out two more high-grade spiritual stones from his storage bag.
The woman quickly said: "Yes, yes."
"take me."
Lu Jing walked out of the back door and appeared in an alley. The woman who was waiting to lead him out happily left, and Mr. Wu's voice came: "There is a scam. Those people don't look like simple liars."
"That's right."
Lu Jing frowned and said, "They should be here for the treasure, or else they think I am rich and want to rob me. But he shouldn't see my wealth, so they can only come for the treasure."
"The treasure must have disappeared, and they want to look for me."
"You're too brave!"
Lu Jing sneered, cast a breath-holding technique, and walked out of the alley with his 'ordinary' appearance. Then he walked through a small market in a swagger. In a short time, he appeared on the street not far from the entrance of the inn. , looking from a distance.
There were many people at the door of the inn, and the most conspicuous among them was the thin man with a sallow complexion. The man was standing uneasily at the door, waiting anxiously, like an ant on a hot pot, not at all as calm as when he was lying. And indifferent.
"Mr. Wu, can you see his cultivation level?"
"Mid-stage golden elixir."
"This level of cultivation dares to come here after I disguised myself as Yuanying. Are you here to apologize?" Lu Jing snorted coldly. He would not simply think that if it was to apologize, then he knew that he was the True Lord Yuanying. I didn't dare to deceive him anymore, and the fact that I could come back only meant that there was someone behind him.
That person is not afraid of his disguised cultivation level, and his cultivation level is at least Nascent Soul.
Moreover, Yuanying is quite confident in himself, otherwise he would not be so blatant.
The best thing to do now is to turn around and walk away.
He is not strong enough not to be afraid of True Lord Yuanying, especially when the other party is a Yuanying monk with unknown strength. The 300,000 low-grade spiritual stones are only more than 2,000 and less than 3,000 high-grade spiritual stones, so they should be thrown away. Anyway, the spiritual stones in the storage ring are piled up like a mountain.
It's really not worth losing your life for two thousand high-grade spiritual stones.
The moment Lu Jing turned around, a piercing consciousness suddenly locked onto his body.
Just when he was about to use the escape technique, he found that he couldn't get into the air at all. Then he remembered that he was in Tianji City, where the air was forbidden, and there was no way to use the escape technique.
"broken!"
"Isn't it said that he is the Nascent Soul Lord? Why is it only in the late Golden Core stage?" A slightly confused voice sounded from the other side of the street. A tall man with a moustache was walking towards him.
"Maybe it's a disguised cultivation."
Under the cover of the Tianji Formation, his spiritual consciousness could not reach out, and could only detect a position of about five meters.
The Nascent Soul True Monarch was at least twenty or thirty meters away, and his spiritual sense was not as useful as the naked eye, but he still did not expect that the mere suspicion of some treasure would alert a Nascent Soul cultivator.
But whether it was Nascent Soul or a Golden Core cultivator, Mustache was not going to let Lu Jing leave easily now that he was here.
So he came closer, held up his hands and said, "Fellow Taoist, I'm really sorry. The leader of the Guiguan Gang will bring me, the restless gang members, here to apologize to you."
"Here are three hundred thousand low-grade spiritual stones from fellow Taoist."
Mustache took off the storage bag from his waist and said with a smile: "I will return it to fellow Taoist."
"As for the treasure, I didn't take it with me because it was too valuable. I guess fellow Taoist wouldn't mind coming with us."
Lu Jing looked at the storage bag and wondered what kind of medicine the group was selling in the gourd. However, he did not accept the storage bag. Instead, he took two steps back slightly and said in a cold voice: "No need, just treat it as your gang." Make a friend, I’ll teach you how powerful these 300,000 low-grade spiritual stones are.”
"Does this mean that fellow Taoist is unwilling to leave?"
Mustache put away the storage bag and released his aura of inspiration. It was Nascent Soul.
"Boss, that's the one!"
The monk next to him pointed to the ring on Lu Jing's finger, his eyes burning.
Lu Jing's expression changed slightly. This group of people was indeed coming for the treasure.