One cultivates the second generation.

The young man was wearing a dragon robe, turtle boots, a flying sword with an ancient shape on his back, and a jade pendant on his belt was not very conspicuous, but based on the boss's experience, this must be a magic weapon.

The young man's spiritual outfits are worth nearly one million spiritual sand, so he is not only a second generation of cultivation, but also from a wealthy family and has a wealthy family.

"Welcome!"

Bai Yueheng greeted her with a smile.

Such people, the bosses usually call them fat sheep...uh...a rich man, you should treat them carefully. After all, a transaction may be enough for a month to eat.

"oh!"

Wei Xiaotian glanced at the boss's wife, and his pupils instantly widened to the limit.

this……

Is this too big?

Will walking get in the way?

"What do you need for a distinguished guest?"

The boss's wife is no longer surprised by the appearance of young people.

"Well!"

Wei Xiaotian's face turned red and a little embarrassed. He secretly glanced at the boss's big papaya, looked away, and looked at the music box: "I bought this item, how much does it cost?"

“Not selling!”

The boss's wife refused.

"I will produce a thousand spiritual sand!"

Wei Xiaotian didn't care and directly offered a big price that people didn't want to refuse. He came from a sect and had seen the world. This thing is similar to a sound stone. It can record the sound and release it, which is not worth much.

He wanted to buy it purely because he liked the song he had never heard before!

So touching!

It reminded Wei Xiaotian of the rice fields in his hometown and the little maid with curved eyebrows!

“…”

The boss's wife was stunned. Do the second generation of practitioners nowadays treat money as money?

Is this a slutty move?

Bai Yuehen looked at Wei Xiaotian's chest, where there was a logo with feathers falling.

"Are you a monk from Yuhua Palace?"

The boss’s wife knew that this ‘Floating Feather’ was the sect symbol of Yuhua Palace, one of the eight wealthy families in Xiaoxianzhou.

"A thousand years of awakening to the dream of becoming an immortal, and tears wet the hatred behind you!"

Wei Xiaotian proudly submitted the final poem of this sect: "Boss, Wei Xiaotian is polite!"

Disciples from major sects like these, when they go out, like to report the final poem because whenever they despise the little profiteering businessmen hear it, they will measure it. If they are found out, the value they pay will be worth it!

To put it bluntly, people from major sects cannot afford to be messed with by ordinary people.
Chapter completed!