"Then what can I do - how can I get so many spirit stones in a short period of time, tell me?"

Seeing that the other party's tears were about to fall again, Huo Jianghuai shook his head.

"It's done, stop crying, can't I give it back to you?"

"Really?" Wen Mei's eyes lit up.

"Can you still lie to you?" Huo Jianghuai said, walking to the third floor: "But first agree to lend me your storage bag before that."

"Don't you want it?" A little doubt appeared in Wen Mei's eyes, and she suddenly understood something at one moment.

We will soon reach the third floor, and the scenery here is even more different.

There are many fewer people here, and from the perspective of the immortal robe, you can tell that these people are very valuable.

Huo Jianghuai's eyes turned around and walked to the table in the center.

There are the fewest people here, and he doesn't want to squeeze in.

At this moment, he vaguely felt the sound of breathing around him, as if many monks were gathering here.

"Isn't this person thinking?"

"Oh my God, I actually sat directly in front of 'that person'."

"I feel like this monk is a little bit disgusted. Could it be that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger, right?"

In front of the table opposite Huo Jianghuai was an ordinary-looking male cultivator. Before someone sat down, he kept his eyes closed, full of impatient breath.

Feeling Huo Jianghuai's seat, he raised his eyes slightly, and a pair of extremely sharp eyes rushed over.
Chapter completed!