The old pen tip, as its name suggests, looks like a ballpoint pen. Standing in the corridor, without paying attention, I thought it was a decaying load-bearing pillar.

To be more precise, he is very similar to the Pangtuotuo described by Jin Daxia.

But in terms of personality, he has nothing to do with Pang Tuotuotuo’s half a cent, but it is matched with Qian Baiwan’s surname.

You see, the first thing I said is full of money:

"You guys found my old pen, don't think about it. It's just to find out the news. I'm so quick and easy. No matter what news, the unified price is a single 500 spirit stone. I paid it now, and I don't have to pay it on credit."

"Five hundred spirit stones? You rob money, but you are not so fierce." Old Xiong was almost anxious when he heard this number. Although he had never made money and did not know how hard it was to make money, he knew that he had spent money. He didn't need so much money to get the love tokens for his wife. Therefore, he thought that the five hundred spirit stones was too exaggerated.

"This little brother is so rough and generous, why is he so stingy in this regard? Five hundred spirit stones cannot be bought or lost or deceived by my old pen. My information is very valuable, and it is cheap and affordable. Everyone in the entire monk capital knows it."

Lao Bitou didn't care about Lao Xiong's words, nor did he know whether it was true or false. Anyway, Lao Bitou said it very sincerely. Five hundred spirit stones seemed to be the same in his mouth. He earned completely hard money.

I felt something was wrong just now, but I didn't know why, but now Chi Zitan knew about it, maybe he would have to bleed again.

It is impossible to say that you have not struggled in your heart. After all, the five hundred spirit stones are not a small number. It is the general wealth of monks in the early stage of foundation building in the Evil Dragon Valley.

"President, let's go, spend 500 spirit stones to buy news. That's really crazy. I'm crazy enough, and I'm not crazy enough to this extent."

Zhong Buye was also furious. If he hadn't been on the other person's ground, he would have drawn his sword to him.

Of course, it is impossible for him to draw his sword. He is a hundred years old. As a junior, he has never abandoned the beautiful tradition of respecting the elderly and loving the young. He is a few hundred years old, hum, hundreds of years old, unless his brain is on his butt, he dares to draw his sword?

"Yes, brother, let's go, we're always there. If you really think he is a golden elixir, you can bully the younger generation. Don't ask me whether Si Yinghao agrees."

Si Yinghao had already stood upside down. She stood behind Chi Zidan and stood up. The breath of the Jindan monk was released, which was quite disagreeable and wanted to fight.

The reaction of the seven people seemed to have been expected by the old pen tip. Even Si Yinghao's unreasonable actions, he didn't care much and said with a smile:

"Big girl..."

"Who is your big girl?" Si Yinghao's temper was already bad. He just lost his relatives not long ago. Now he looks like he is a little angry.

"Fellow Daoist Si, what you said is wrong. My charging standards have never been changed for hundreds of years. If you can find me, it means that you have inquired about it. You may not know about this, right?"

If you want to be a good temper, old pen tip is a good role model. As the saying goes, don’t hit people with smiles. The Jindan monks don’t care about etiquette with them. Although Chi Zitan and others are angry, they are not easy to get angry.

Especially they have also inquired carefully. People from the Cultivator Capital unanimously recommended him, the old pen tip, which shows that this old pen tip must have a few kilograms of nails.

As for whether it is a good nail, it will be clear in a while.

Chi Zitan stopped Si Yinghao who was still trying to curse. His tense face stretched out suddenly, as if he had figured out some links, and said slowly:

"No one would have thought that it would be so expensive to inquire about news. However, since seniors can sell such expensive news, they always have some real skills. If we can satisfy us, five hundred spirit stones will be five hundred spirit stones. But we can't be a sucker. Seniors offer such a high price. Should we show the foundation of this price?"

"Well, this little brother makes sense. I have been doing business for hundreds of years and have always been a fair man. To show my sincerity, it's okay to send you a message."

Lao Bitou has a very good attitude. Doing business is doing business. If he opens the door well, he will not break his own signature.

"Then what news do you want to ask for, let's talk about it first."

"We just want to know what big or very important things will happen in the next few days of the Demon Slaying State. Can we participate in these things and benefit from it."

To put it bluntly, Cangyuan Realm is a backward feudal world. Apart from being awesome in cultivation, it is incomparable to the earth in other aspects. It is even more incomparable to business practices. Although Chi Zitan is not proficient in business negotiations, he is still emba and the chairman. It is enough for him to use it with a little bit of fur.

Sure enough, his few words were quite powerful. When Lao Bitou heard this, he frowned and said in surprise:

"The little brother's question is quite knowledgeable. He seems to be asking casually, and there is no clear point. But if the news I gave is not good, you can turn around and leave. If the news I gave is really consistent, you won't lose money. You will deduct the vital points in one sentence. It's amazing."

"Where is it, the reputation of the predecessors in the Cultivator Capital, I believe that this is not difficult for the predecessors. Besides, five hundred spirit stones must always have the value of five hundred spirit stones."

Chi Zitan laughed and was not embarrassed to be seen through. This is the truth, otherwise it would be a bad feeling for a sucker.

"Okay, there is a news here in Lao Bitou, which is just right for you guys."

The old man was surprised and didn't care. From the first time he saw the seven people, he knew what these people wanted to do. With his eyesight, he had already had a plan in his mind. Seeing that the seven people's eyes lit up, he showed an unfathomable look invisibly and continued:

"The Grand Governor's Office of the Demon State will hold a talent show in three days, and it happens to be a team of three seven people to jointly deal with the Maori statue."

"Maori statue? What is this?"

"The statue of Maori God, a mysterious, magical stone statue, it looks like life and death, like things but not things. If you can be chosen by the Grand Commander, you will know it."

"What are our benefits to dealing with this Maori statue?"

"The benefits are great. The Grand Governor took great pains to do this. This time, he also spent a lot of money on the selection of three teams. Once the matter is successful, you will not only have a lifetime experience worth savoring, or taking risks, but also a major reward from the Grand Governor, which is naturally far more than five hundred spirit stones."

"Senior, this news is not worth five hundred spirit stones. Maybe you can find out such a thing by just a casual walk in our city." Chi Zitan obviously grasped the problem of Lao Bitou.

"Hehe, this is the news I gave. The real key news is how to deal with this stone statue. Otherwise, it would be bad if you lose your life."

Chi Zitan understands business, but how can he do things wrong for hundreds of years? He avoids the heavy and the light, avoids the real and the virtual, and the real and the real. He has played with this little truth even more smoothly.

"Okay, if the senior really knew the weakness of this stone statue, the five hundred spirit stones were indeed worth the money."
Chapter completed!