Chapter 133 (1/2)
Zhou Jian stood up from the ground, and his contemptuous eyes around him made him stand on his back. Together with his companions, he left the Jiyang hall.
”Hateful!”
Walking on the road, Zhou Jian's face was so gloomy that he could not help roaring.
For the first time since he became an intern, he was so disgraced!
The young man next to him observed his words and said, ”brother Zhou Jianshi, Luo Feng is too arrogant!”
Every step of Zhou Jian's walking, he was involved in the injuries on his body. He bared his teeth with pain and was even more angry. He gnashed his teeth and said:
”that's not the way it's going to go!”
At this time, there was a noise in front of us. Many students surrounded by an imposing young man came here.
”Eh, it's elder martial brother Lin Choei! Brother Lin is back! ”
The youth around Zhou Jian, with a happy face, said, ”brother Zhou Jianshi, are you not good friends with brother Lin Qie?”
Zhou Jian looked at the young people surrounded by many students, and his face was full of satisfaction. He said with a smile:
”it's good! Lin and I were admitted to the inner court together. In less than two years, he has ranked second in the list of potential dragons, but I still linger in the list of winged tigers... ”
The young man next to him heard the words, his eyes flashed, and he said with a smile, ”brother Zhou Jianshi, I have a way to teach Luo Feng a lesson.”
”How?” Zhou Jian asked in a hurry.
The young man took a look at Lin Choei and said with a smile:
”Lin Choei pays attention to the rules most! Luo Feng dare to fight you in the Jiyang hall. You are his good friend again. If he knows this, he will not let it go! We can ask him to teach Luo Feng a lesson! ”
……
Luo Feng and Bing Ruolan enter the Jiyang hall and don't know what's going on outside.
The two came to the window where they handed over the task, and the middle-aged teacher who was last handling the task of ”white faced flying fox” sat in the counter.
As soon as Luo Feng approached, the middle-aged teacher recognized him and said with a smile, ”it's you? What did you accomplish this time? ”
Luo Feng thinks it's strange that the trainees who hand over tasks every day, tens or hundreds of them, even remember themselves.
Without much thought, Luo Feng directly took out all kinds of materials collected during this month when he was in the misty swamp with bingruolan.
All kinds of elixir and monster materials piled up a hill on the counter, causing a breath of envy nearby.
”Zelingcao, shaped like fog flower, the fangs of iron wall Python Tut Tut, are rare top-grade materials. Have you ever been to the misty swamps of the North Sea? ”
The middle-aged teacher glanced at all kinds of materials on the counter and asked with a trace of surprise in his eyes.
Luo Feng nodded.
”It's not easy to collect so many materials in a short time. It seems that you are familiar with the environment of the misty swamp. ”
The middle-aged teacher looked at bingruolan without trace and asked, ”these materials colleges need to exchange for what?”
”All credits.”
Luo Feng said directly.
”I'll check first.”
The middle-aged teacher nodded his head and soon counted all the materials and said, ”one hundred and five pieces of materials, ten credits; sixty-six pieces of materials, twenty-two credits; ten pieces of materials, twenty-one credits. A total of 42 credits. ”
”Forty two credits? Why are there so few. ” Luo Feng frowned slightly.
He and bingruolan spent a month in the misty swamp. They hunted hundreds of monsters and animals, and a large number of miraculous herbs. They were worth 42 credits.
After two people share, one talent has 21 credits. It's a pity.
The middle-aged teacher said with a smile: ”credit is to encourage you to practice. So the more dangerous the task, the higher the reward. The difficulty of collecting materials is the lowest, and the rewards are relatively small. ”
Luo Feng nods helplessly, remembers the head and secret script of Ji Wuchang in the storage ring, and puts them on the counter.
”Eh, this is the black Ming claw script of the demon sect of the West desert! How is this secret script in your hands? ”
The middle-aged teacher saw the secret script, but he didn't wait for Luo Feng to open his mouth, so he snatched it directly and got excited.
Seeing the other side's look, Luo Feng's eyes brightened and said:
”we met Ji Wuchang accidentally in the misty swamp. Ruolan and I killed him all our lives and got this martial art from him. ”
”You killed Ji Wuchang! He is the middle cultivation of qichongzang Jingjing, which is the three-star task of the college! ”
The middle-aged teacher exclaimed with astonishment. His eyes fell on bingruolan and his eyes suddenly brightened.
”Eh, you are already the cultivation of Tibetan Jingjing! I remember a month ago, when you came to hand in the task, you were only in the later stage of the six levels of divine courage. You have made great progress! ”
Bing Ruolan smiled politely, blinked her beautiful eyes, and subtly shifted the topic: ”how many credits can I exchange for this script and Ji Wuchang's head?”
The middle-aged teachers also realized that their problems were too abrupt. They laughed and said:
”this black hell claw is a unique martial art of the Yellow level of the demon sect, which is extremely rare. I must consult with the elder before I can give you an answer. ”
With that, the middle-aged teacher left in a hurry.
Luo Feng watched the other party leave, spitting: ”I didn't expect that credits are so hard to earn.”
Seeing Luo Feng's face depressed, Bing Ruolan said with a smile:
”in fact, there are many forty credits. Ten credits can be exchanged for one yellow level martial arts, one yellow level martial arts, worth millions of Liang. Forty credits are equivalent to millions of liang of silver. Ordinary people can't earn so much silver in their lifetime. ”
”That's the same.”