Chapter 70 Who Wants to Get Him?

If Feng Jun really wants to fool people, he still has some tricks.

He stopped discussing the exercises and turned to talk about something else, "Then do you know if there are any cultivation resources nearby?"

Seeing that he didn't answer directly, Lang Zhen knew that he didn't want to agree to this, but he was not disappointed.

Introducing others to practice immortality is no small matter. You should not make a hasty decision in the first place. Brother Feng's reaction is really normal.

In fact, the fact that the other party did not fall out or scold him immediately was considered a sign of goodwill.

However, he was still a little confused about Feng Jun's question and could only shake his head, "What resources? Do you mean spiritual objects?"

Where do I know what resources? Feng Jun groaned in his heart, but his face remained calm, "Do you have any spiritual stones?"

"Lingshi?" Lang Zhen looked confused again. To be honest, he was confused more times today than in the past year combined. "What is that?"

Feng Jun was already very familiar with his state, so he simply changed the term, "Or... Immortal Stone?"

Lang Zhen continued to be confused, "Immortal stone... what is that? I have heard people talk about immortal envoys."

Feng Jun scratched his head depressedly, took out another cigarette and lit it, "So... energy stone? Immortal treasure? Spiritual crystal? Immortal crystal?"

He couldn't get the technique for the time being, but he knew it was useless to worry, so he settled for the next best thing and saw if he could get some spiritual stones.

He has been in and out of space frequently recently, and he finds it particularly convenient to do so. However, the long charging process makes him very crazy. He hopes to get a few spirit stones. This thing can convert energy points really quickly. convenient.

When the energy points are sufficient, I can go in when I want, go out when I want, go in and out, in and out...

Why do you feel...this idea is a bit dirty?

"Immortal crystal," Lang Zhen exclaimed softly, and his eyes lit up, "So the spiritual stone you mentioned is the immortal crystal?"

When Feng Jun heard this, he was shocked, "Why, have you seen it before?"

"No," Lang Zhen shook his head simply, "This is a resource used by practitioners. How could I have seen it? I just heard people talk about it."

Feng Jun rolled his eyes, "Then what color is this fairy crystal you heard about?"

"How do I know this?" Lang Zhen shook his head with a wry smile, and then asked tentatively, "What color is the spirit stone you are talking about...?"

"Forget it if you don't know," Feng Jun waved his hand and spoke calmly.

As for the color of the spiritual stone, he simply ignored the question. Naturally, a cultivator must have the style of a cultivator.

Sure enough, Lang Zhen's mouth moved, but in the end he did not dare to continue asking.

In any case, for Feng Jun, tonight's harvest was great. Not only did he know that Lone Wolf was a talkative and funny person, but he was also delighted to learn that there are indeed immortal cultivators in this plane.

At the end of Yin Dynasty, which was around four o'clock in the morning, it was dawn. People in the three villages had already gotten up. After packing up, they took advantage of the coolness of getting up early and started to hurry on their way.

Xiaohu Village has the huge two-wheeled vehicle of the miracle doctor, so the speed is a bit slower. Pushing a motorcycle on this kind of dirt road really makes it difficult to move faster, and it is even worse than those people carrying goods with poles. Be quick.

Of course, the weight of the motorcycle is too heavy and Feng Jun puts too many things on the car, which is very related.

However, after walking forty or fifty miles, the benefits of having a car became apparent. People in Xiaohu Village could put their things on the car and then take turns pushing the motorcycle, while others could walk empty-handed.

Only Jia Xingwang, because he hated Feng Jun in his heart, would rather carry a backpack than covet those conveniences.

It was almost noon, and the sun was getting more and more intense, but Shuangxi Town was just ahead.

Everyone worked harder and rushed to the town.

This town is really small, with only two streets, one horizontal and one vertical. The busiest area is near the intersection.

The place for the big market is not at the crossroads, but on the south side of the town, on a large piece of flat land next to the road.

This piece of flat land is a hundred acres in diameter. The ground has been leveled, and there are rows of large trees as thick as a bowl in the middle, which can provide protection from wind, rain, and sun.

Tomorrow is the day to go to the market. Everyone who came today arrived early, so they can occupy the shady place under the shade of the trees.

Feng Jun also wanted to occupy a shady area. He was the most afraid of the heat, but seeing the fierce competition among everyone, he simply found a place without much shade, took out the brackets to set up a pergola, and then set up a camp bed.

He had just sat on the camp bed for half a minute when he saw Lang Zhen strolling over.

Once the image of a master is shattered, it is like a widow who has lost her virginity and cannot get it back even if she wants to.

He nodded to Feng Jun nonchalantly, "Looking at you like this, do you plan to set up a stall?"

"Yes," Feng Jun nodded with a smile, "Since you are here to go to the market, you must try to set up a stall. This is also a rare experience."

What he wanted to say was that when he came to this plane, he just wanted to experience the fun of setting up a stall.

But Lang Zhen clearly had a different idea. He nodded slightly, "That's right. It's all about experience. It's good to experience everything... What are you going to sell?"

Feng Jun thought for a moment and then replied, "How about selling lighters?"

"This thing is a bit too luxurious in Shuangxi Town," Lang Zhen commented, "In fact, it is not much better than flint. Most people don't need to spend a lot of money to buy it. It's a pity to sell it cheap. Let's switch to another kind of goods. …I think chocolate is good.”

Chocolate is also a luxury product, but this thing has a unique taste and there is no substitute. There are not many rich people in Shuangxi Town, but that is just a low proportion. In terms of absolute quantity, it is still a lot. Chocolate is so delicious, it must be sold It won't be any worse.

Feng Jun replied sadly, "The weather is too hot, this thing will melt."

He thought about it and decided to change the goods, "How about I sell cigarettes."

At the party that day, there were more people in the market. Some people had even started doing business. Some were selling herbal tea and some selling snacks. It was very noisy and lively.

Sister Lang and Brother Lang were walking through the crowd, stopping from time to time to talk to people.

Feng Jun didn't even need to look at it to guess that the siblings must be selling Asian green bamboo shoots to the crowd - such a good thing cannot be sold at a stall. They can only win over a few people through private contacts. Guys who are interested in buying.

At this moment, Lang Zhen was acting like a master again. He was sitting on the camp bed, holding a pot and smoking silently. The red dot on the pot head was bright and dark, reflecting the expressionless face. Face.

Around nine o'clock in the morning, around nine o'clock in the evening, a dozen people walked in from outside the venue. At the head were two policemen, and behind them were all strong men. However, these men were all arrogant, and they didn't look good at first glance. Number of ways.

The two detectives looked around for a while. When they saw Feng Jun, their eyes suddenly lit up and they walked over.

Feng Jun didn't need to think too much. He knew from one look at this posture that these two men were definitely here to cause trouble.

The people in this space really don't hide much when doing things. The two detectives didn't bother to pretend to others and went straight to the point.

After walking over, a tall and strong policeman shouted loudly, "Where are you from? What are you doing here?"

Feng Jun grinned, "I was just passing by. I heard there is a big gathering here tomorrow, so I came to take a look."

"Passing by?" Inspector Gao Zhuang looked him up and down, then stretched out his hand and said in a loud voice, "I see your weird look, you are obviously a spy for the thieves... Bring me your identification!"

Where can Mr. Feng find his proof of identity? However, he gained quite a lot from his stay in Xiaohu Village during this period, so he answered nonchalantly, "I don't plan to set up a stall. What kind of identification do I need?"

The management of this plane is much looser than that of the earth world. Proof of identity is important, but if you don't do certain important things, it doesn't matter whether you have an identity or not. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people hiding or running away.

Just like Xiaohu Village, there are still many people who have no identity. This does not prevent them from coming to the market. Just don't set up a stall - if you set up a stall, the government is qualified to investigate your identity.

For another example, Sister Lang could kill the middle-aged man without hesitation - if everyone's identity was registered and their whereabouts were clear, how could she dare to kill people so casually?

However, although Feng Jun's words are in line with everyone's understanding, there must be a reason for these people to come to the door. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net

The tall and sturdy policeman sneered, "Hey, who told you that you can't check your identity without setting up a stall? Are you the policeman or am I?"

The white man holding his arms next to him glared and said in a vicious voice, "Boy, the government is checking for fugitives, who cares whether you are setting up a stall or not!"

This is true...of course there is nothing wrong with it. Escapers can be checked at any time, which is politically correct.

But to come here directly and then check the fugitive household is intentional.

"Brother Xi," someone shouted in the distance, and then ran over. It was none other than Ding Laoer.

He cupped his hands at a white man and said with a smile, "Third brother, this is Dr. Feng, who saved the child's life. I am willing to vouch for him, so there is no need to investigate, right?"

Ding Laoer said that he made some friends in the town, and it was not for nothing.

Brother Xi is a stout man. He looked Ding Laoer up and down, frowned and said, "Who are you?"

Ding Laoer's eyes widened with anger, "I am Ding Laoer of Xiaohu Village... Third brother, you were defeated, but it was still me..."

"Oh, I remembered," Brother Xi interrupted him, and then spread his hands, "Second brother, you also know that I am just a white person, I can't help you with this matter... Come on, come on, I'll follow you Please elaborate."

He pulled Ding Laoer aside and spoke in a low voice, "Someone is trying to mess with him. It's useless for you to tell me. Besides...the attire of this miracle doctor is too weird, isn't it?"

There is some truth in his complaints. If Feng Jun's outfit wasn't so weird, he might be able to help.

When Ding Laoer heard this, his face darkened, "Who wants to mess with him?"

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