Chapter 21 The King of Last Strikes
"That's right! It must be the manifestation of the ancestors!" Yan Yourong nodded repeatedly, and there were some tears on Gua Shuang's face, "Our Sibaofeng has not been so wealthy in two hundred years..."
"What's going on? Why are you crying like this? Who died?" Beichenying Yujian fell into the courtyard and saw several disciples from the Four Treasure Peaks crying like tears and asked, "There are quite a few..."
Cao Zhen couldn't care less about his disciple who was about to cry and faint with emotion. He stepped forward and saluted Beichen Ying with cupped fists and said, "Senior, how was your harvest this time?"
"Not bad, I robbed the caves of two demon cultivators..." Beichen Ying limped towards Cao Zhen as he spoke, "I originally robbed two small demon sects that had established their own businesses, but when I came back I got lost, and by chance I ended up at the elder’s lair of these two juniors... The corpse general Jing Fei..."
The sky corpse general Jing Fei? According to the ancient records of Sibaofeng, Cao Zhen knew that this zombie had cultivated to the level of immortality and was a true giant of the devil! His friends should not be weak in cultivation! Bei Chenying can still come back alive in such a state, he is worthy of being the second master of the Protector Immortal Palace.
"Most of the harvest was wasted on the road." Bei Chenying looked depressed and handed the treasure bag around his waist to Cao Zhen and said, "After I came back, I went to the market to exchange it and got four One thousand six hundred taels of spiritual stones."
Plop... Plop...
Lingxi, who had just stood up, fainted on the spot. She was accompanied by Yan Yourong. However, because of his young age, Xiao Beiyan did not know how huge the wealth this represented. Instead, he calmly carried out the steps of his senior sister. The teaching of "the Tongtian Pillar collapses in front of you, but your face does not change".
"What's going on?" Bei Chenying looked at the two fainted disciples in shock and said, "Xiao Cao, why don't you save me?"
"The children are scared of poverty. They have never seen so much money." Cao Zhen greeted Bei Chenying and walked to the yard and said, "He just fainted and will recover later. Xiao Beiyan, Xiao Xiang, please You senior sisters, carry them back to the courtyard. If they still don’t wake up later, I will see if they need artificial respiration."
"So you have never seen the world?" Beichen said with a rather contemptuous look on his face, "If I hadn't met the Heavenly Corpse General Jing Fei, and I had brought back the fifty thousand treasures, wouldn't your disciple have died? "
"How much?" Yan Yourong suddenly woke up from the ground and jumped up. His hand was already on the hilt of the sword at his waist and he said, "Senior, can you take your disciple to meet Jing Fei, the general of the corpse?"
Bei Chenying looked at Yan Yourong blankly for a moment, and then said to Cao Zhen in a serious voice: "Xiao Cao, pay attention to the ideological activities of your disciple on the peak! This idea of asking for money rather than life is very dangerous! The Heavenly Corpse General Jing Fei is truly immortal, and squeezing you to death is no different than squeezing an ant to death."
"I'm afraid of being poor, but I'm just afraid of being poor." Cao Zhen led the way with a wry smile, "The odds of my winning are ten times the compensation, fifty thousand to five hundred thousand..."
"How much?" Bei Chenying stopped walking into the yard, then took a deep breath, turned around and walked in the opposite direction and said, "Xiao Cao, wait for me for a while. I'll go meet the Heavenly Corpse General again. Jing Fei..."
Cao Zhen grabbed Bei Chenying's broad sleeve and said, "Senior, fifty thousand is not a lot."
"Can it be the same? I could have had half a million!" Bei Chenying said with a heartbroken look on his face, "Even if we split it in half, I still have over two hundred thousand! Now it's only 20,000! Jing Fei! You old bastard! I I’m going to skin you one day!”
"Senior Ying..." Xiao Beiyan asked curiously next to him, "You just taught that thinking about money rather than life is very dangerous...how come you suddenly..."
Bei Chenying looked stiff and embarrassed when asked, and looked at Cao Zhen and said: "Xiao Cao, your disciple is not good at teaching. Why are you still being such a slap in the face? Your emotional intelligence is a bit low..."
"Just get used to it, get used to it." Cao Zhen took Bei Chenying's arm and walked towards the yard and said, "Xiao Beiyan is good at everything, but he likes to hit last. After getting along for a long time, he will be stabbed a lot. Just get used to it.”
Beichen Ying has ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping in his heart. Can he get used to being hit by last hits? How to get used to it? Emotions don't hit you in the face?
"I have been stabbed by him a few days ago." Cao Zhen saw through Bei Chenying's dissatisfied expression and said, "Although my disciples are not very good at cultivation, they all have unique skills. You will know it after you get along with it for a long time.”
Bei Chenying looked at the four disciples next to Cao Zhen again, and secretly calculated in his heart that this eldest disciple had the unpredictable ability to suddenly kneel down and kowtow, and even the second-ranked master of the Protector Immortal Palace had no time to react to catch her!
That second disciple wants to kill people at every turn...Does he seem to be the most sane among them?
Can this kid hit him in the face with a last-ditch blow? What kind of strange skills does that nerd who always reads a book have? Is there anyone on this Four Treasures Peak who is normal?
"By the way, senior!" Cao Zhen suddenly stopped and looked at Bei Chenying and said, "If you are used as a pawn shop, how many spiritual stones can be mortgaged?"
Beichen Ying immediately fell into deep thought, and after a while he shook his head repeatedly to get this dangerous thought out of his head. If the dignified second-in-command of the Immortal Protector of the Immortal Palace sent him to a pawn shop, wouldn't his master be able to hold down the lid of his coffin? The eldest brother might be holding a sword to clean up the house, right?
"This idea of yours is very dangerous!" Bei Chenying poked Cao Zhen's shoulder with his fat finger and said, "Don't bewitch me like this, I want to lose face."
"You're going to rob if you want face?" Xiao Beiyan asked curiously from the side.
Bei Chenying suddenly heard the sound of being stabbed again in his lower abdomen.
"Senior, let's go to my yard to get the deposit, and then go to the gambling house." Cao Zhen was afraid that the old man would do something irrational when facing Xiao Beiyan, who loved finishing his last attack, so he quickly diverted his attention.