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Chapter 115
This made Zhang Ping want to leave sooner.
Isn't there some magic domain in Midtown?
Isn't it good to go to cut Demon Realm to exchange energy and blood for martial arts points?
Waste of time here, really.
After seeing the top-notch equipment in the mall, it's hard to see it here again.
It's not as good as Lingshi attracting him.
But this is the benefit of Si Zijin coming in person, Zhang Ping is still very heartwarming.
It's all here, why don't you grab some wool and go back?
Not far away, Pan Feipeng, who is over 600 years old, and his son, who is over 80 years old, seem to have finished their discussion.
Patriarch Pan actually came to confess to Song Heng in person.
The reason is that in the current Midtown area, there is no material compatible with the hardness and speed of the astral body, so it cannot be built for him.
A dignified man with a strong habitat, a top figure who is as famous as the city lord Si Zijin, just like this in his own family, in front of everyone, bowed his hands firmly to Song Heng to make amends.
There is no intention of showing off, only the regret of being a craftsman.
Until this moment, Zhang Ping seemed to really know the person in front of him.
Just as he and the Exorcist's pure pursuit of martial arts, Pan Feipeng, as the head of the family, also studied the craftsman spirit to the extreme.
With a thought in his heart, Zhang Ping quietly opened the mall panel.
"System, give me some hard and light materials."
"Drip!"
"According to the needs of the host, recommended material: weak water!"
"What? What is weak water?"
"There is water in the north of Kunlun, its power cannot beat mustard, so it is called weak water!"
"A feather does not float, and the touch of an immortal will surely die!"
large and luxurious!wanted!
"Get a bottle!"
"Drip!"
"One million martial arts points have been deducted!"
"Purchased successfully! Please check the host in the backpack!"
"Thank you for your patronage!"
Zhang Ping stopped smiling.
What the hell?How much?
Zhang Ping opened the panel and saw that the 200 million that he had just exchanged for spirit stones had shrunk by half.
Feeling anxious about losing money, he turned his head and glanced at the honest man.
The honest man who hastily avoided Pan Feipeng's salute noticed Zhang Ping's gaze and turned his head to smile.
"Forget it, whore, whore, whore..."
Zhang Ping took a deep breath and calmed down.
"System, how do you use this weak water?"
"Drip!"
"If it is not for the host's own use, please hand it over to a professional blacksmith!"
"The packaging has been thoughtfully updated for the host, and ordinary people can pick it up!"
Zhang Ping was out of breath, the dog system actually dared to tease himself!
But the money is spent, don't care about it.
With a thought, he took out the bottled water in the backpack.
The weak water packaged in the modern Baisui Mountain suddenly appeared in Zhang Ping's hands.
The uniquely shaped bottle attracts all eyes.
Zhang Ping unscrewed the lid curiously, wanting to see what Ruoshui looks like.
The moment the bottle cap was opened, the eyes of all the artisans present, including Pan Feipeng, burst into an unprecedented light.
It was Patriarch Pan who reacted the fastest, and walked directly to Zhang Ping's side, holding the bottom of the bottle with both hands.
His white-haired son stood up and asked him excitedly: "You have weak water!"
"Sell it to me!"
"How much!"
His tone was so passionate that his beard fluttered.
Zhang Ping thought for a while, screwed on the bottle cap, and handed it to Patriarch Pan.
If Pan Feipeng found a treasure, he hurriedly picked it up.
When I got it in my hand, I almost staggered: "Why are you so light?"
Then he unscrewed the bottle cap just like Zhang Ping did just now, and felt the breath inside.
"It's indeed weak water."
Zhang Ping saw that Pan Feipeng was looking at the mineral water bottle, and the craftsmen around him also came together to be curious.
He coughed twice: "The bottle is good."
The big boss didn't doubt that he was there, so he agreed, touching the bottle and couldn't put it down.
He turned his head and said seriously: "Xiao Song's knife only needs two spoonfuls to meet his requirements."
"You make a price for the rest, and I'll take it."
The posture of waving his hand finally has the majesty of the head of the family.
Zhang Ping held back the lion and opened his mouth. The bag of spirit stones thrown by Wu Huan just now was obviously from Pan Jiashun.
Waving his hand: "No need, I have already taken 40 Lingshi just now."
Patriarch Pan did not agree easily.
He gave the bottle of weak water to his son, and came to hug Zhang Ping, just like treating his younger generation.
"Boy, to be honest, do you look down on me here?"
Zhang Ping felt a little embarrassed to be so frank.
Seeing Zhang Ping's faltering, Patriarch Pan understood in his heart.
Not angry, just said: "You show me the knife."
Zhang Ping didn't hide it either, and took out the dragon-slaying knife with his right hand and handed it to Pan Feipeng.
Pan Feipeng was amazed by the streamlined blade, leading blade block and domineering blade head.
He disappeared on the spot in an instant, and a few seconds later, there was a violent sound of dancing knives outside.
Zhang Ping listened intently, and from the sound of the waving and vibrating wind, he felt the movements of the warriors in the Dao habitat.
After a while, Patriarch Pan appeared in front of him again with a knife.
"A good knife, a good knife! What Si Zijin said is true."
Holding the knife in both hands and returning it to Zhang Ping, Patriarch Pan sighed a lot.
"No wonder you don't like it. Just because this knife has six attributes, we may not be able to make it."
Zhang Ping was shocked.
Sure enough, people in the world should not be underestimated, as long as a real big boss gets in touch, he will know everything.
Patriarch Pan winked at his side, and a member of the tribe quickly left.
After a while, the tribe brought a silver ring.
Patriarch Pan took it over and handed it to Zhang Ping: "Although it's not as good as your space equipment, but with a little thought, let's make do with it."
Zhang Pingxin said, that is not some space device.
Take it by hand, and use the experience gained from reading novels in the previous life to operate it.
Spiritual consciousness followed the ring into its interior, and Zhang Ping couldn't get out with just one glance.
The space of about three cubic meters was filled with high-grade spirit stones as big as pigeon eggs just now.
Even Zhang Ping's divine sense could feel the extraordinary increase in the aura exuded from the rich aura.
It took a lot of effort to come back to his senses, Zhang Ping thought of something.
Quickly asked: "How much is that bottle of weak water worth?"
Pan Feipeng smiled lightly: "Half."
It means that the remaining half depends on Si Zijin's friendship with you in face.
The shot is really atmospheric!
However, Zhang Ping, a small expert in financial management, is now officially launched.
"Patriarch Pan, tell me, if this weak water has similar materials, would it be worth the same?"
Pan Feipeng listened to the boss who waited with his eyes.
He grabbed Zhang Ping and shook the young man back and forth.
The arrogant middle-aged man asked in a gaffe, "You still have?"
Zhang Ping, who was a little delirious after being shaken, quickly counted the number of spirit stones in the space ring.
Say less than a thousand!
Half is five hundred, which can be exchanged for 2500 million martial arts points!
That is, 100 million for 2500 million!
"Yes! As much as you want!"
Isn't there some magic domain in Midtown?
Isn't it good to go to cut Demon Realm to exchange energy and blood for martial arts points?
Waste of time here, really.
After seeing the top-notch equipment in the mall, it's hard to see it here again.
It's not as good as Lingshi attracting him.
But this is the benefit of Si Zijin coming in person, Zhang Ping is still very heartwarming.
It's all here, why don't you grab some wool and go back?
Not far away, Pan Feipeng, who is over 600 years old, and his son, who is over 80 years old, seem to have finished their discussion.
Patriarch Pan actually came to confess to Song Heng in person.
The reason is that in the current Midtown area, there is no material compatible with the hardness and speed of the astral body, so it cannot be built for him.
A dignified man with a strong habitat, a top figure who is as famous as the city lord Si Zijin, just like this in his own family, in front of everyone, bowed his hands firmly to Song Heng to make amends.
There is no intention of showing off, only the regret of being a craftsman.
Until this moment, Zhang Ping seemed to really know the person in front of him.
Just as he and the Exorcist's pure pursuit of martial arts, Pan Feipeng, as the head of the family, also studied the craftsman spirit to the extreme.
With a thought in his heart, Zhang Ping quietly opened the mall panel.
"System, give me some hard and light materials."
"Drip!"
"According to the needs of the host, recommended material: weak water!"
"What? What is weak water?"
"There is water in the north of Kunlun, its power cannot beat mustard, so it is called weak water!"
"A feather does not float, and the touch of an immortal will surely die!"
large and luxurious!wanted!
"Get a bottle!"
"Drip!"
"One million martial arts points have been deducted!"
"Purchased successfully! Please check the host in the backpack!"
"Thank you for your patronage!"
Zhang Ping stopped smiling.
What the hell?How much?
Zhang Ping opened the panel and saw that the 200 million that he had just exchanged for spirit stones had shrunk by half.
Feeling anxious about losing money, he turned his head and glanced at the honest man.
The honest man who hastily avoided Pan Feipeng's salute noticed Zhang Ping's gaze and turned his head to smile.
"Forget it, whore, whore, whore..."
Zhang Ping took a deep breath and calmed down.
"System, how do you use this weak water?"
"Drip!"
"If it is not for the host's own use, please hand it over to a professional blacksmith!"
"The packaging has been thoughtfully updated for the host, and ordinary people can pick it up!"
Zhang Ping was out of breath, the dog system actually dared to tease himself!
But the money is spent, don't care about it.
With a thought, he took out the bottled water in the backpack.
The weak water packaged in the modern Baisui Mountain suddenly appeared in Zhang Ping's hands.
The uniquely shaped bottle attracts all eyes.
Zhang Ping unscrewed the lid curiously, wanting to see what Ruoshui looks like.
The moment the bottle cap was opened, the eyes of all the artisans present, including Pan Feipeng, burst into an unprecedented light.
It was Patriarch Pan who reacted the fastest, and walked directly to Zhang Ping's side, holding the bottom of the bottle with both hands.
His white-haired son stood up and asked him excitedly: "You have weak water!"
"Sell it to me!"
"How much!"
His tone was so passionate that his beard fluttered.
Zhang Ping thought for a while, screwed on the bottle cap, and handed it to Patriarch Pan.
If Pan Feipeng found a treasure, he hurriedly picked it up.
When I got it in my hand, I almost staggered: "Why are you so light?"
Then he unscrewed the bottle cap just like Zhang Ping did just now, and felt the breath inside.
"It's indeed weak water."
Zhang Ping saw that Pan Feipeng was looking at the mineral water bottle, and the craftsmen around him also came together to be curious.
He coughed twice: "The bottle is good."
The big boss didn't doubt that he was there, so he agreed, touching the bottle and couldn't put it down.
He turned his head and said seriously: "Xiao Song's knife only needs two spoonfuls to meet his requirements."
"You make a price for the rest, and I'll take it."
The posture of waving his hand finally has the majesty of the head of the family.
Zhang Ping held back the lion and opened his mouth. The bag of spirit stones thrown by Wu Huan just now was obviously from Pan Jiashun.
Waving his hand: "No need, I have already taken 40 Lingshi just now."
Patriarch Pan did not agree easily.
He gave the bottle of weak water to his son, and came to hug Zhang Ping, just like treating his younger generation.
"Boy, to be honest, do you look down on me here?"
Zhang Ping felt a little embarrassed to be so frank.
Seeing Zhang Ping's faltering, Patriarch Pan understood in his heart.
Not angry, just said: "You show me the knife."
Zhang Ping didn't hide it either, and took out the dragon-slaying knife with his right hand and handed it to Pan Feipeng.
Pan Feipeng was amazed by the streamlined blade, leading blade block and domineering blade head.
He disappeared on the spot in an instant, and a few seconds later, there was a violent sound of dancing knives outside.
Zhang Ping listened intently, and from the sound of the waving and vibrating wind, he felt the movements of the warriors in the Dao habitat.
After a while, Patriarch Pan appeared in front of him again with a knife.
"A good knife, a good knife! What Si Zijin said is true."
Holding the knife in both hands and returning it to Zhang Ping, Patriarch Pan sighed a lot.
"No wonder you don't like it. Just because this knife has six attributes, we may not be able to make it."
Zhang Ping was shocked.
Sure enough, people in the world should not be underestimated, as long as a real big boss gets in touch, he will know everything.
Patriarch Pan winked at his side, and a member of the tribe quickly left.
After a while, the tribe brought a silver ring.
Patriarch Pan took it over and handed it to Zhang Ping: "Although it's not as good as your space equipment, but with a little thought, let's make do with it."
Zhang Pingxin said, that is not some space device.
Take it by hand, and use the experience gained from reading novels in the previous life to operate it.
Spiritual consciousness followed the ring into its interior, and Zhang Ping couldn't get out with just one glance.
The space of about three cubic meters was filled with high-grade spirit stones as big as pigeon eggs just now.
Even Zhang Ping's divine sense could feel the extraordinary increase in the aura exuded from the rich aura.
It took a lot of effort to come back to his senses, Zhang Ping thought of something.
Quickly asked: "How much is that bottle of weak water worth?"
Pan Feipeng smiled lightly: "Half."
It means that the remaining half depends on Si Zijin's friendship with you in face.
The shot is really atmospheric!
However, Zhang Ping, a small expert in financial management, is now officially launched.
"Patriarch Pan, tell me, if this weak water has similar materials, would it be worth the same?"
Pan Feipeng listened to the boss who waited with his eyes.
He grabbed Zhang Ping and shook the young man back and forth.
The arrogant middle-aged man asked in a gaffe, "You still have?"
Zhang Ping, who was a little delirious after being shaken, quickly counted the number of spirit stones in the space ring.
Say less than a thousand!
Half is five hundred, which can be exchanged for 2500 million martial arts points!
That is, 100 million for 2500 million!
"Yes! As much as you want!"
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