1211: C1211 Strength Equals Spirit Stones

C1211 Strength Equals Spirit Stones

Strength equals Spirit Stone.

Zhang Xing was not interested in these useless compliments.

What he was thinking was another scene.

That was to receive the gifts!

The guests from all over the world would definitely not come empty-handed. The gifts they brought were definitely not ordinary items.

It was just that...

Even if I'm just a decoration, the gifts can't be taken into my pocket.

I've already let Demon Jade Mountain take them away.

What can I do about it?

The answer is definitely not.

But we can still talk about it.

"Cough cough!"

After coughing twice, Mo Caiyi stopped talking. She thought that Zhang Xing was tempted.

"This... It is not impossible to hold a celebration."

"But I don't have time."

Zhang Xing looked troubled.

Mo Caiyi was stunned.

"Zhang Gongfeng, do you have something urgent? Do you need our help?"

"Oh, it's not a big deal. We just eliminated Zi Yanshan a few days ago."

"I got a treasure map from them. Most of Zi Yanshan's Spirit Stone belongings are hidden there."

" I have to go and take it out as soon as possible. If I'm late, I'm afraid that Zi Yanshan will take it out in advance. "

Zhang Xing spoke nonsense without blinking his eyes.

"What? Zi Yanshan was killed by you?"

Although Mo Caiyi was a little surprised, she didn't really care about it.

She just felt that it was a little strange that Zi Yanshan, who was perfectly fine, suddenly left the mountain overnight.

According to the intel, there was a huge battle there, and it was suspected that it was flattened by a group of people.

It was very rare to see a sect being wiped out like this. Even if Zi Yanshan was a second-rate sect, not everyone could easily eliminate him.

When the other Palace Mistress heard this, their fear towards Zhang Xing increased.

If it wasn't for Ruan Mei...

It was unimaginable, and they didn't dare to imagine!

Zhang Xing noticed the change in the expressions of these people.

He felt that they were thinking the wrong way.

The main point was not that the hilum had been destroyed. It was the Spirit Stone treasure!

"I don't want to destroy them either. I had promised to give me a large sum of Spirit Stone."

"But in the end, they went back on their word. I killed them all in a fit of anger."

"Then, I took out the Spirit Stone myself!"

Zhang Xing said it casually, but everyone heard it and felt their hair stand on end.

The corners of their eyes twitched at the same time. This kid did not look as kind as he did now.

He was a cruel and merciless person.

"Aiya! Then we can't be careless about this matter. The Spirit Stone is equivalent to a cultivation resource. We must get it back."

"I wonder how many Spirit Stone Zi Yanshan has hidden?"

Mo Caiyi did not think too much and continued to ask.

Zhang Xing thought about it. It would not work if he said too much. Mo Caiyi and the others would also be jealous.

It was better to say less.

"Not much. Just ten million Middle grade spirit stone and two billion Low grade spirit stone."

This was what he told Zi Yanshan based on the general situation.

"This... isn't a lot either!"

Mo Caiyi thought.

The other Palace Mistress curled his lips. He had never seen the world before.

He was still in a hurry to get the Spirit Stone.

He had thought that it would be a lot more.

Thinking about it, it made sense. How much wealth could Zi Yanshan have?

Perhaps even a hundred of them could not compare to a single Devil Jade Mountain.

"I'll pay for this Spirit Stone. We'll pay for it."

"Zhang Gongfeng, just wait for the ceremony to start with peace of mind."

Ru Feng said generously.

There was a reason why he was so generous.

One reason was because of Mo Caiyi. As long as she made a decision, the three old ancestors of Ru Family would support her unconditionally.

The other reason was because they wanted to befriend Zhang Xing.

His vision was rather far-reaching.

He didn't hold a grudge because second ancestor and Third Ancestor were injured by Zhang Xing.1

Compared to the future of the Ru Family, this little bit of damage was negligible.

He knew very well what kind of terrifying existence the twelve-year-old Zhang Xing would become once he grew up.

It wasn't impossible for him to become a Saint. It was just a process.

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