Four hundred and sixty first chapters: three goals
The rich aroma of wine soon filled the box, and Nie Fan looked speechlessly at the fire-maned lion who poured the wine into his mouth like water.
"Third brother, drink less." Nie Fan advised.
"Boss, don't worry, I'll be fine even if this thing weighs another ten pounds." This time I had to get the eldest brother drunk. At this time, the fire-maned lion called Nie Fan the boss, and Xiaoxiao was still the eldest brother.
Nie Fan was speechless for a while, as it seemed that coming here to inquire about information this time was a wrong choice.
However, Nie Fan also knew that this drink only had an effect on ordinary people. A monk could recover from a hangover instantly, so Nie Fan no longer stopped him, and the power of his soul suddenly filled the entire inn.
In the hall, monks were sitting outside leisurely drinking wine, but Nie Fan was a little disappointed. It seemed that these monks did not speak at all, and they only spoke a few words. If this continues, it will be difficult to get the news he wants here.
Small.
Gududu Xiaoxiao and the fire-maned lion were fighting, but Nie Fan was thinking about it alone, but the power of his soul was not withdrawn. If there was another hour when Nie Fan didn't get the news, he would have to change his family.
An hour later, Nie Fan reluctantly pulled the reluctant Xiaoxiao and the fire-maned lion out.
"Let's go to a better inn. Maybe we can get some news there." Nie Fan laughed as soon as he finished speaking.
"Okay, let's go." Looking at Xiaoxiao's sudden change, Nie Fan's mind was filled with dark thoughts.
The fire-maned lion was smelling of alcohol and his limbs were a little shaky, but when he heard that Nie Fan was going to a better restaurant, he suddenly sobered up.
"Boss, I thought that the inn in front was good, but I saw that the person greeting the guests at the door was a beautiful woman." The fire-maned lion whispered.
Nie Fan looked at the Fire-Maned Lion with a dark face. During this time, it seemed that the Fire-maned Lion had really been led astray by Xiao Xiao.
Xiaoxiao rolled his eyes at the fire-maned lion and said, "Big man, you also like beautiful women now. When you transform into a human body, I will help you choose a beautiful one."
The fire-maned lion looked at Xiaoxiao speechlessly.
Soon Nie Fan stepped into this high-end inn. As soon as he arrived at the door, Nie Fan felt that this place was different from other inns. There were not many guests here, but their auras were not weak. The weakest ones were actually at the first level of Yang level.
, the cultivation level of this welcoming lady has reached the peak of the ninth level of the moon level, I think the level of coming to this inn is very high.
As Nie Fan entered, some people inside also turned to look at Nie Fan. After all, those who can come here are not ordinary people. They must at least reach the first level of Yang level. This is the minimum requirement. At the same time, the consumption here is higher than that of ordinary people.
The price here is at least ten times higher.
An old man rushed in and shouted inside: "Little girl, bring me a jar of two-hundred-year-old bamboo leaves."
Drool suddenly flowed from his mouth when he heard the old man's small voice.
"Hey, little girl, bring me ten altars of three-hundred-year-old bamboo leaves." The little voice seemed very abrupt, and the old man from before also turned around and immediately looked at Xiaoxiao on Nie Fan's shoulder.
The old man's pupils condensed and he immediately came to Nie Fan.
"Who are you?" the old man whispered.
"Just passing by." Nie Fan said calmly, and then said that the old man had reached the first level of the master level, but Nie Fan was not afraid of the first level monks now.
"Hey, old man, our drinking has nothing to do with you. You can drink but I can't." Xiaoxiao suddenly looked at the old man dissatisfied.
The old man was stunned for a moment and did not speak, but there was obviously a look of horror in his pupils. He accidentally felt the aura on Xiaoxiao's body that was not weaker than his own.
Seeing that the old man stopped talking and walked towards a private room, the others were stunned for a moment. They knew who this old man was. The little black and white beast was so rude, but the old man was not angry. Obviously, this young man
Their identities are different. They know that the talking beast is at the lowest level a junior spirit beast, and this little talking beast is at the lowest level a junior spirit beast. People who can possess early stage spiritual beasts are by no means ordinary people.
"Hey, kid, come in." Nie Fan was about to leave when the old man's voice from before sounded in his mind.
Nie Fan paused and then walked towards the old man's box.
When Nie Fan walked in, he saw the old man sipping the wine intoxicatedly. Xiaoxiao swooped up to the old man, picked up the jar, and took a few sips.
"Ah, you, this is a jar of 100,000 gold coins. How can you drink like this? It took a lot of effort for me to come here and drink from the jar." The old man immediately snatched the jar of wine.
"I'll give you a three-hundred-year-old altar later. It's not enough." Xiaoxiao curled his tongue and said.
"Really?" The old man's eyes suddenly lit up.
"I, Xiaoxiao, always keep my word." At this time, Nie Fan looked at the two drunkards speechlessly. Could it be that the old man who called him in just took a fancy to the ten altars and three hundred years that Xiaoxiao just called.
green bamboo leaves.
"By the way, let me ask, how much does a jar of three-hundred-year-old bamboo leaves cost?" Xiaoxiao whispered.
"Um, almost half a million gold coins per altar. By the way, you want ten altars, ten altars!" The old man was stunned for a moment and then looked at the little trail hehe: That's five million gold coins, do you have it?
Xiaoxiao immediately rubbed his hands and said, "I barked too much."
Just as the old man was about to speak, Xiaoxiao shook his head and said, "The Shitan seems to be a little short. I will drink a lot when I travel around the world. Uh, I'll go get another Shitan."
After hearing Xiao Xiao's words, the old man swallowed the wine in his mouth and looked at Xiao Xiao with his eyes open: "Well, this jar is worth half a million gold coins, and twenty jars is 10 million gold coins."
"Hehe, the last time I robbed, I got more than 70 million gold coins, which should be enough to drink."
"Robbery?" The old man was excited and then looked at Xiaoxiao weakly: "Is robbery really so profitable?"
Nie Fan looked at these two like-minded guys speechlessly. But at this time, Nie Fan's soul power filled the entire inn. With Nie Fan's current soul power, almost no one in the inn could detect and capture him.
The power of the other party's soul, at least the power of one's own soul is not weaker than the power of the other party's soul.
An hour later, a satisfied smile appeared on Nie Fan's lips.
At this time, the fire-maned lion was talking nonsense next to Xiaoxiao and this inexplicable old man, but during this period, Xiaoxiao rubbed his head in pain, and half of the ten altars of bamboo leaves and greens were actually missing, which was five hundred.
Ten thousand gold coins.
The old man let out a meaningful breath.
"This is the most enjoyable drink I've ever had. I will definitely treat you well when we arrive at the Scissor Gate." After saying this, the old man glanced at Nie Fan and walked out of the box.
Looking at the old man's back, Nie Fan frowned.
Xiaoxiao looked at the empty wine jars with heartache.
"Um, sir, the twenty jars of three-hundred-year-old bamboo leaves you ordered plus this meal are worth twelve million gold coins in total." A soft voice sounded.
Nie Fan gave the gold coin without any hesitation and nodded slightly. When she saw that Nie Fan paid for the meal without frowning, the woman was immediately happy.
"Hey, how much does the best wine here cost?" The woman's small voice suddenly sounded as she was about to go out.
Nie Fan looked at Xiaoxiao helplessly.
"Well, the most expensive thing here is the original wine. The original wine is produced using the most primitive craftsmanship. It can be said that the fragrance spreads for thousands of miles. Most people will be drunk for a whole day after drinking three glasses."
"How much does a jar cost?" Xiaoxiao's eyes suddenly lit up.
"One million gold coins per jar." The woman smiled softly.
"One million seems quite expensive. Forget it, give me thirty jars and I'll keep them for later."
When she heard that Xiaoxiao asked for thirty jars, the woman was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly responded and walked out.
Nie Fan looked out the window quietly.
Here Nie Fan got the news he wanted.
There are three people in this scissor sect, two boys and one girl. These three people are rare triplets. Each of them has reached the ninth level of Yang level. They are only one year older than Nie Fan. To think of such a talent
It is also rare to see.
Three. Nie Fan smiled slightly. It would be almost enough if each of these three major forces had three such ten places. Nie Fan was also prepared to have a first-level master-level genius to serve as the last one, so he wouldn't have to worry too much.
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At this time, Xiaoxiao shook his head and looked at Nie Fan and said, "Brother Fan, how's it going?"
Nie Fan whispered: "There are three targets here."
"Three, it shouldn't be difficult to get it done." Xiao Xiao finished the novel and leaned on the table with his head tilted.