A pleasant tinkling sound came from the black black iron bracelet.
"No. 4623: The transaction for purchasing 20 spiritual weapons has been completed."
"Oh my god, this is too fast!"
"It only takes ten minutes from the time this purchase information is posted to when someone completes it!"
"There is really someone in our college who can produce 20 spiritual weapons in one breath. I beg you to meet him and be your little brother!"
Many people began to exclaim when they saw the completion of the transaction, and some even began to kneel down and beg to be their little brother.
Unfortunately, the Thousand Fantasy Academy trading system has always been conducted anonymously, and they have no way of knowing who this person is.
Moreover, there are more than a dozen trading centers in the college. Who knows which trading center this person is in? Even going to the trading center to find out what this person looks like is not easy.
Because, before Jun Mohuang went to the trading center alone, he deliberately disguised himself as an ordinary-looking boy.
No one would associate that boy with her, Jun Mohuang.
In the weapon refiner branch, the old man who posted the purchase information also did not expect that he would be able to complete the purchase information so quickly.
He quickly sent someone to retrieve the 20 spiritual weapons from the trading center.
The two old men tasted these spiritual weapons together, and finally concluded that the refining techniques of these spiritual weapons were a bit immature, and many places were not handled perfectly.
But the victory is that it is full of vigor and is very suitable for making Lord Yinyue's food.
"Who is it? We must find this person!"
The two old men were happy and decided to find this person.
To be able to take out 20 of these in one breath must be the weapon refiner himself, or he has a close relationship with the weapon refiner.
No matter what the situation is, as long as the person is found, the two of them will no longer have to worry about Lord Yinyue's annual rations.
…
Jun Mohuang walked out of the trading center with a huge amount of spiritual value and quickly found a corner to restore it to its original appearance.
Suddenly turning from a pauper to a rich man, Jun Mohuang was in a very good mood.
"Boss, why are we waiting here? I took a look just now. The dormitory environment here is good and the spiritual energy is sufficient, but... but it requires one hundred spiritual points every day."
When Feng Yunqi saw that she was coming back soon, he immediately greeted her.
They simply can't afford to live in a dormitory with one hundred soul points per day.
"Who says we can't afford it?"
Jun Mohuang raised his wrist and waved it in front of everyone.
"Uh... I'm not dazzled... Eighty, eighty thousand spiritual values!"
When Wu Qianyong and Shi Feng saw the numbers, they rubbed their eyes at the same time.
"One hundred million... indeed eighty thousand!"
Shi Shan stepped forward, took Jun Mohuang's wrist, and began to count the numbers on the bracelet seriously, for fear of making mistakes.
She counted it three times before confirming that she had counted correctly.
I can only sigh sincerely: "Sister Jun, you are really amazing!"
One second they were worrying about their spiritual value, and the next second they were suddenly rich. This kind of roller coaster was really exciting.
"Boss, how on earth did you do it? Eighty thousand, this is so awesome!"
Feng Yunqi came back to his senses from the joy of getting rich and started to ask.
Xiao Ling also looked at her curiously: "Could it be Sister Jun who took over the task of 20 spiritual weapons?"
"Of course not. How could I take out so many spiritual weapons at once? Ling Tian gave me some good things before, so I just exchanged them for a few. I got 80,000."
Jun Mohuang blamed everything on Di Lingtian.
(End of chapter)