Chapter 621
In this case, he was eager to find a trace left by the immortal cultivator.
But if the traces left by those who cultivate immortals could be seen everywhere, it would not be called the ancient martial arts world now, but the world of cultivating immortals has long been.
Zhao Feng has no influence or contacts here. It's not so easy to search for the traces left by the immortal practitioners in the ancient martial arts world.
After searching for several days, I found nothing, and even was ridiculed by many people.
"Oh, isn't this immortal Zhao? Today, I came to look for the immortal again and asked, "is that right?"
Inside the restaurant, when Zhao Fenggang came in, many people said hello, with some sarcasm in his words.
In the eyes of these people, Zhao Feng is a demon. There are no gods in the world! If you really want to say that there is, it is definitely a master.
Master can live 200 years, already belongs to the land immortal!
Zhao Feng didn't pay attention to these people either. Since these people don't think there are real immortals, they must have never met the people who cultivate immortals. He hates wasting time.
"It's the same today. It's still the same rule. Whoever experiences strange and strange things, I'll give it to him."
In ancient martial arts, although Zhao Feng has no influence, it doesn't matter. He has money!
When he came out of the Zhao family, Zhao Yunfei put money on him. He went to the restaurant every day to let these people tell him the most strange things they had experienced.
Every day, Zhao Feng gives a thousand taels of silver, which is not a small sum. In recent days, he has heard the strange experiences of hundreds of people.
Some of them are coincidence, some of them are just made up. They have been brought here for so many days that he has not even seen a place similar to the relics of an immortal cultivator.
"Immortal Zhao, I'll come first. It's a strange thing I experienced in the early years."
In the restaurant, the rich children, the ancient martial arts, despise Zhao Feng, but those ordinary people are not the same. In their serious situation, Zhao Feng is the God of wealth.
One thousand taels of silver is enough for them to be free for a long time.
"I was a year ago! One time, he took the night road... "
to tell the truth, the level of story telling of these people is really not good, and they don't know where they plagiarized it. In the past few days, he has heard many similar stories.
This also made him raise a different kind of mind. If he did this, could he really find the remains of the immortal cultivator? He has heard a lot of ghost stories in the past two days, but what is really useful is nothing.
The people around Zhao Feng, one after another, when this person finished speaking, it was the next one's turn.
The boss of the restaurant is also happy to let Zhao Feng do this. After all, he can still listen to stories when eating. These two days, he has added a lot of guests to his restaurant.
But in the evening, Zhao Feng was disappointed and was about to pay to leave.
Suddenly a man came in, covered in a black robe.
"Immortal Zhao, I have another story here. I don't know if you want to listen to it?"
Zhao Fenggang is ready to get up. Hearing this, he sits back. On this man, he is aware of a strange aura. This man has definitely dealt with the cultivator.
"Tell me."
"It was in a crater not far from here. I went to look for a rare medicinal plant, but when I was looking for it, I mistakenly entered a place full of flames. Some of them even burned me."
Hearing this, people around them all lost interest. In their opinion, the story is too unreliable. They entered a certain place on the volcano and were burned by the fire there.
Now this person is still alive. You're kidding. It's a fake.
As the boos of the people around him became smaller and smaller, the people in black robes lowered their heads and their voices became smaller and smaller.
Just when he had almost no voice, Zhao Feng began to speak: "very good, I like your story. Here are 1000 Liang for you."
People around don't understand, especially those who think the story is better than the black robed people.
But I dare not say anything. The only criterion for judging their victory is Zhao Feng's preference for the God of wealth. Now that the God of wealth has spoken, who dares to say no.
Just as the black robed man was about to come forward and take away the one thousand taels of silver on Zhao Feng's desk, Zhao Feng suddenly held down the one thousand taels of silver.
"What do you mean? If you don't want to tell me, don't insult me like that. "
Although he couldn't see the face of the black robed man clearly, it was not hard to tell from his tone that he was angry. In his opinion, Zhao Feng wanted to humiliate him.
"No, you misunderstood me. I don't mean to humiliate you. I'm just interested in the place you said. Make a deal! I'll give you another thousand Liang and you'll take me there. "
It's not easy to find a place that is suspected to be the remains of an immortal cultivator. How can Zhao Feng miss it.
The black robed man was stunned. He never thought that Zhao Feng would ask for two thousand Liang, which is absolutely a hundred. For a man like him, it is enough to let him live his whole life.But he hesitated. If possible, he didn't want to go to that place for the second time in his life. Silver is important, but if he doesn't even have his life, what's the use of silver?
Just as he was about to refuse to leave, Zhao Feng said, "only that place can relieve your present symptoms. Do you really not consider going there again?"
The black robed man looked back at Zhao Feng in disbelief. Because of the large range of action, the part of the black robe that covered his head naturally leaked out, revealing the horrible face inside.
Can not see the original appearance, out of the white eye, all places, are scorched black.
"Are you serious?"
Zhao Feng nodded: "the situation in your body can be relieved, but the injury has been caused..."
"No, just ask the immortal to relieve my daily pain."
Once upon a time, he might care a lot, but now, it's different. Every night, the power in his body will burst out, just like a burning fire, which is unbearable.
If it goes on like this, he really thinks it's better to die. Now he's excited to hear that Zhao Feng has a way to solve it.
"Let's go! Come with me
This is a restaurant. There are many people and many eyes. Maybe someone has let the wind out. It's about Wei Ying's cultivation of immortals. He can't be careless.
In the quiet lane, Zhao Feng asked: "tomorrow morning, you come to the inn opposite to me. As long as you send me to the place where you once met with misfortune, I will relieve the pain in your body."
Naturally, the man in black agreed. For him, as long as he could relieve the pain of burning himself every day, even if he was allowed to take risks, he was willing.
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But if the traces left by those who cultivate immortals could be seen everywhere, it would not be called the ancient martial arts world now, but the world of cultivating immortals has long been.
Zhao Feng has no influence or contacts here. It's not so easy to search for the traces left by the immortal practitioners in the ancient martial arts world.
After searching for several days, I found nothing, and even was ridiculed by many people.
"Oh, isn't this immortal Zhao? Today, I came to look for the immortal again and asked, "is that right?"
Inside the restaurant, when Zhao Fenggang came in, many people said hello, with some sarcasm in his words.
In the eyes of these people, Zhao Feng is a demon. There are no gods in the world! If you really want to say that there is, it is definitely a master.
Master can live 200 years, already belongs to the land immortal!
Zhao Feng didn't pay attention to these people either. Since these people don't think there are real immortals, they must have never met the people who cultivate immortals. He hates wasting time.
"It's the same today. It's still the same rule. Whoever experiences strange and strange things, I'll give it to him."
In ancient martial arts, although Zhao Feng has no influence, it doesn't matter. He has money!
When he came out of the Zhao family, Zhao Yunfei put money on him. He went to the restaurant every day to let these people tell him the most strange things they had experienced.
Every day, Zhao Feng gives a thousand taels of silver, which is not a small sum. In recent days, he has heard the strange experiences of hundreds of people.
Some of them are coincidence, some of them are just made up. They have been brought here for so many days that he has not even seen a place similar to the relics of an immortal cultivator.
"Immortal Zhao, I'll come first. It's a strange thing I experienced in the early years."
In the restaurant, the rich children, the ancient martial arts, despise Zhao Feng, but those ordinary people are not the same. In their serious situation, Zhao Feng is the God of wealth.
One thousand taels of silver is enough for them to be free for a long time.
"I was a year ago! One time, he took the night road... "
to tell the truth, the level of story telling of these people is really not good, and they don't know where they plagiarized it. In the past few days, he has heard many similar stories.
This also made him raise a different kind of mind. If he did this, could he really find the remains of the immortal cultivator? He has heard a lot of ghost stories in the past two days, but what is really useful is nothing.
The people around Zhao Feng, one after another, when this person finished speaking, it was the next one's turn.
The boss of the restaurant is also happy to let Zhao Feng do this. After all, he can still listen to stories when eating. These two days, he has added a lot of guests to his restaurant.
But in the evening, Zhao Feng was disappointed and was about to pay to leave.
Suddenly a man came in, covered in a black robe.
"Immortal Zhao, I have another story here. I don't know if you want to listen to it?"
Zhao Fenggang is ready to get up. Hearing this, he sits back. On this man, he is aware of a strange aura. This man has definitely dealt with the cultivator.
"Tell me."
"It was in a crater not far from here. I went to look for a rare medicinal plant, but when I was looking for it, I mistakenly entered a place full of flames. Some of them even burned me."
Hearing this, people around them all lost interest. In their opinion, the story is too unreliable. They entered a certain place on the volcano and were burned by the fire there.
Now this person is still alive. You're kidding. It's a fake.
As the boos of the people around him became smaller and smaller, the people in black robes lowered their heads and their voices became smaller and smaller.
Just when he had almost no voice, Zhao Feng began to speak: "very good, I like your story. Here are 1000 Liang for you."
People around don't understand, especially those who think the story is better than the black robed people.
But I dare not say anything. The only criterion for judging their victory is Zhao Feng's preference for the God of wealth. Now that the God of wealth has spoken, who dares to say no.
Just as the black robed man was about to come forward and take away the one thousand taels of silver on Zhao Feng's desk, Zhao Feng suddenly held down the one thousand taels of silver.
"What do you mean? If you don't want to tell me, don't insult me like that. "
Although he couldn't see the face of the black robed man clearly, it was not hard to tell from his tone that he was angry. In his opinion, Zhao Feng wanted to humiliate him.
"No, you misunderstood me. I don't mean to humiliate you. I'm just interested in the place you said. Make a deal! I'll give you another thousand Liang and you'll take me there. "
It's not easy to find a place that is suspected to be the remains of an immortal cultivator. How can Zhao Feng miss it.
The black robed man was stunned. He never thought that Zhao Feng would ask for two thousand Liang, which is absolutely a hundred. For a man like him, it is enough to let him live his whole life.But he hesitated. If possible, he didn't want to go to that place for the second time in his life. Silver is important, but if he doesn't even have his life, what's the use of silver?
Just as he was about to refuse to leave, Zhao Feng said, "only that place can relieve your present symptoms. Do you really not consider going there again?"
The black robed man looked back at Zhao Feng in disbelief. Because of the large range of action, the part of the black robe that covered his head naturally leaked out, revealing the horrible face inside.
Can not see the original appearance, out of the white eye, all places, are scorched black.
"Are you serious?"
Zhao Feng nodded: "the situation in your body can be relieved, but the injury has been caused..."
"No, just ask the immortal to relieve my daily pain."
Once upon a time, he might care a lot, but now, it's different. Every night, the power in his body will burst out, just like a burning fire, which is unbearable.
If it goes on like this, he really thinks it's better to die. Now he's excited to hear that Zhao Feng has a way to solve it.
"Let's go! Come with me
This is a restaurant. There are many people and many eyes. Maybe someone has let the wind out. It's about Wei Ying's cultivation of immortals. He can't be careless.
In the quiet lane, Zhao Feng asked: "tomorrow morning, you come to the inn opposite to me. As long as you send me to the place where you once met with misfortune, I will relieve the pain in your body."
Naturally, the man in black agreed. For him, as long as he could relieve the pain of burning himself every day, even if he was allowed to take risks, he was willing.
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