Before coming, Wan Lei naturally inquired about the Tianzhen Pavilion. After all, if you know yourself and the enemy, you will be victorious in every battle.
He also knew that Feng Zhenzi was a stingy person, so he deliberately wanted to kill the other party and make the other party feel painful, so as to anger the other party and make a bet with himself.
Perhaps because he understood Wan Lei's thoughts, Elder Mingji sent a divine assist.
"Hey, old thief Feng Zhenzi, you Tianzhen Pavilion is so rich, you just use these things to entertain guests, you are shabby or not, you have completely embarrassed the face of our four Tianzhen Pavilions, hurry up and take care of the ones you raised in the back mountain.
Kill a few soul beasts in the Yuanshen realm and eat them."
Next to a table of slightly shabby food and wine, Elder Mingji shouted loudly, showing off his style of flipping the table over if he disagreed.
When Feng Zhezi heard this, his beard became angry.
"It's good enough to care about your food and drink. Why don't you go and kill the spiritual beasts in your Tianji Pavilion?"
"Our Tianji Pavilion is so poor. We don't have a fortune teller all year round. We are almost at a loss to open the pot. Are you embarrassed to eat our spiritual beasts again? We only have a few in total. You in the Tianzhen Pavilion can open a monster beast trading market. Hurry up.
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"You are poor and you are justified."
"Yes, you deserve to be rich. You finally have a chance today. How can you do it without killing a big family like you? Hurry up and don't let outsiders see the joke."
"Okay... you're a fool, can't I do it?"
Feng Zhenzi snorted coldly and ordered the people below to cook.
Of course, it is impossible to kill Yuanshen realm spirit beasts. Spirit beasts of this level are treasures and heritage in any sect. How can they be eaten.
If you really go to kill the soul beasts in the Tianzhen Pavilion, Feng Zhenzi will probably stand in front of you and tell you to cut his flesh with a knife and eat it.
At the banquet, everyone exchanged glasses and it was very lively, especially the people from the other three pavilions. They were often slaughtered by the Tianzhen Pavilion in the past. Today, they were finally slaughtered by the Tianzhen Pavilion. I was very happy and my appetite was much better.
Although these wines and dishes are far inferior to those of the Fang family yesterday, under the psychological effect, what everyone eats is actually more delicious.
As for Feng Zhezi's old face that turned the color of pig's liver, everyone used the association method to imagine that face as pig's liver, which could also increase appetite.
Finally finished eating, Feng Zhenzi breathed a sigh of relief. Just when he was about to invite Wan Lei to discuss the secrets of the formation, Wan Lei suddenly stood up.
"Oh, Tianzhen Pavilion is really warm and hospitable. I admire you. Well, you have eaten and drank. Let's go home."
Feng Zhezi was dumbfounded for a moment. How dare you come here to eat and drink for free? You want to leave after eating and not working? How can such a good thing happen?
"Um, little friend Wan Lei, have you forgotten something important?"
"Is there anything more important than eating?"
Feng Zhenzi suppressed the urge to slap Wan Lei to death and forced out an ugly smile.
"Didn't we agree to test the formations?"
"Oh, let's test the formations. I forgot. Look at my memory. It's not good when I'm older.
Senior Feng, how many spiritual stones do you plan to produce?"
"What? What spiritual stone?"
"Let's discuss formations, so I can't teach you for free. Do I have to give you some tuition?"
"Tuition fee? Shall we learn from you? My Tianzhen Pavilion has been passed down for thousands of years, and the way of formation is ancient and shining. I still have to learn from you?"
"Hey, it seems that Master Feng Pavilion is very confident, so let's just make a bet.
According to the rules, both sides set up formations, and whoever breaks it first will win, so there must be some bets for the prize, how many spiritual stones should we bet?"
"Gambling is bad behavior."
Feng Zhenzi made it clear that he wanted to have sex for free.
"The laws of any country can't control your Tianzhen Pavilion. These big guys are watching from the side. Let's discuss the secrets of the formation. We have to find some fun for others. Otherwise, they will come all the way and do it right next to you.
Doesn’t it look appropriate?
Let’s compare the formations and others don’t understand, so we just place some bets. We don’t have much money, so we just want to have fun, right?”
"Then... then let's bet two thousand spirit stones."
The wind was very painful.
"Twenty million spiritual stones. The master of the Wind Pavilion is so grand. He is worthy of being the Tianzhen Pavilion that earns a lot of money every day. His actions are indeed different from the other three small pavilions..."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, I'm talking about two thousand spiritual stones, not twenty million spiritual stones."
"No, did I hear it wrong? The highest-level formation competition in the Heavenly Formation Pavilion only yielded two thousand spirit stones? I must have heard it wrong.
I think back when I was in Wanjia, my monthly pocket money was 150,000 spirit stones. Recently, I have spent a lot of money, and it is really not enough. I have to ask my father to increase it to 200,000."
Sister Xiaoyu covered her mouth and snickered beside her, her big eyes turning into cute little crescent moons.
These words sounded so familiar. Aren't they the same words she said to Wan Lei back then? Wan Lei learned and applied them flexibly and applied them directly here.
And Feng Zhenzi’s beard is blowing. Is your Wan family still giving you 150,000 spirit stones as pocket money a month? Do you want it to be increased to 200,000? Is it worth 200,000 spirit stones if you sell your Wan family?
Stone is still an unknown quantity.
I spit, I can really blow.
Wan Lei was completely unaware and continued to brag... Ah no, Ji Jiang,
"My little Wan family can easily come up with so much money, but your Tianzhen Pavilion, the most powerful force in the central region, which is as rich as the universe, can't even afford to gamble with this small amount of money?"
Look, in Master Lei's words, Tianzhen Pavilion suddenly rose up and became the largest force in the Lei Feng Realm.
However, Feng Zhenzi was still self-aware and did not let the flattery go to his head.
"You need to inspire me, twenty million spirit stones is really too much. When the Yin Yang Sect and Kuilian Sect came to us to help arrange the teleportation array, we only charged ten million spirit stones without caring about the materials. Money
How can it be so profitable?"
Damn it, I was wronged, one million spiritual stones did ten million’s worth of work!!!
After Master Lei reacted, he felt regretful and wanted to fly back to Yin Yang Sect immediately to ask for money from Old Fox Ji.
But that's not possible right now, we have to kill them one by one.
"Hey, wasn't the Feng Pavilion Master so confident just now?"
Wan Lei imitated Feng Zhenzi's arrogant tone just now, vividly,
"My Heavenly Formation Pavilion has been passed down for thousands of years, and the way of formation is ancient and shining. I still have to learn it from you?
Why am I not confident when it comes to money?
Of course, if you lose, you will lose 20 million spiritual stones, but your Tianzhen Pavilion has been passed down for thousands of years, how can you still lose to me, a young boy in his twenties?
This is equivalent to 20 million spiritual stones picked up for free.
Alas, I'm afraid people will laugh out loud if I tell you. The master of Tianzhen Pavilion made a challenge to a child. After he came, he didn't dare to compete with him.
And it's not just a competition of fighting techniques, it's a competition of the formations that Tianzhen Pavilion is best at, so I don't even dare to do this.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, I have a hunch that from today on, Tianzhen Pavilion’s reputation will be ruined.”
Wan Lei's words made everyone in Tianzhen Pavilion, including Feng Zhenzi, turn blue and white.
"Can you afford twenty million spiritual stones?"
Feng Zhezi looked at Wan Lei with a cold face, his eyes filled with anger and greed.