Chapter 687: Red skirt woman

"There are too many people guarding here too? It's like a prison."
Chu Qingcheng whispered.
"This is normal. After all, the magic core inside is nothing compared to what we have in our hands."
"If they don't take precautions, once theft is stolen, the loss can be huge."
Duan Feng smiled and explained.
"Will there be a Tier 5 magic core inside?"
Chu Qingcheng was curious, and then asked.
After this time, she probably also knew the importance of the magic core.
And the more advanced the magic core, the higher its value.
Of course, it will be more difficult to obtain.
She and Duan Feng have entered the depths of the Warcraft Mountains for so long, and they have only obtained a Tier 4 magic core.
They have not even seen the appearance of Tier 5 monsters.
One can imagine how difficult it is to get the fifth-order magic core.
It is no exaggeration to say that if a mercenary group gets a Tier 5 magic core, then this mercenary group will have enough food for a year.
"Although Tier 5 magic nuclei are very few, there will still be."
"After all, there are so many mercenary groups that enter the Warcraft Mountains every day, and there will always be people with good luck. Maybe they are not strong enough, but it does not rule out encountering some injured."
Duan Feng smiled and explained.
He killed two Tier 4 monsters in a row. Isn't this also the case?
Duan Feng and Chu Qingcheng talked and laughed at each other, and soon walked into the Monu purchase office.
The inside is big and empty.
What made Duan Feng and Chu Qingcheng strange was that they smelled a fragrant smell.
"Are the two here to sell the magic core?"
A woman in professional attire came over with a standard smile on her face.
"Yes."
Duan Feng nodded.
"please follow me."
The woman still had a standard smile, bent slightly and smiled.
"Ok."
After Duan Feng nodded, the woman led the way.
And Chu Qingcheng is like a curious baby, constantly scanning the surroundings.
Duan Feng also watched the surroundings casually.
Soon, he discovered the source of that aromatic smell.
It turned out that a lot of flowers and herbs are planted here in order to overshadow the smell of blood emanating from the magic core.
Not long after, the professional woman stopped in front and smiled back and said, "Two, this is the counter for selling magic cores."
Duan Feng nodded and looked inside the counter.
But I saw that inside was an old man with a blind left eye.
And in his right eye, there is a lens ring that looks like a magnifying glass.
"Put the magic core you want to sell on the counter."
Compared to the professional woman's standard treatment, the old man seemed a lot colder.
Duan Feng didn't say much, and immediately put a mustard bracelet on the counter.
"This is... Spirit Ring?"
Upon seeing this, the old man raised his brow and asked in confusion.
"It's not wrong for you to understand this way."
Duan Feng shrugged and said casually.
In fact, the mustard bracelet and the spirit ring are just two different names.
Their functions are exactly the same, they are used to store things only.
The only difference is the size of the space.
"All the magic cores to be sold are in it. Give me a price."
Duan Feng said lightly.
"Okay, let me see."
After seeing Ling Ring, the old man's tone obviously improved a lot.
After all, the spirit ring is affordable for rich people.
Ordinary spirit rings cost tens of thousands of gold coins. Where can ordinary people afford it?
Moreover, in many cases, even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it.
Owning a spiritual ring is quite a good ID card.
After taking the spirit ring, a wave of anger rushed in, and after an instant, all the magic cores inside were caught in the eyes of the old man.
"This... so much?"
The old man was completely shocked.
What did he see?
He saw the dense magic core inside.
That amount, swept away at a glance, no less than a hundred.
"Alright, help me figure out how many gold coins can be exchanged."
Duan Feng urged.
Although the old man nodded repeatedly, the shock on his face did not diminish the slightest, and he asked again: "This... these are the two of you that you got."
"Yes, is there any problem?"
Chu Qingcheng asked back.
"No...no problem, I'll count the money for you now."
The old man recovered from the shock, and then a little abacus somehow appeared in his hands.
Immediately after...
A pattering sound followed.
Duan Feng and Chu Qingcheng were both slightly startled by the old man's neat tricks.
Obviously, they couldn't even think that the old man in front of him had such computing power.
In less than thirty seconds, the old man stopped his movements.
"According to the market price, you can get 85,600 gold coins in total."
"Sell?"
The old man slowly raised his head, looked at Duan Feng and Chu Qingcheng, and said.
"Sell it."
Duan Feng shrugged and replied without thinking.
"In that case, then..."
Just as the old man was about to announce the deal, suddenly a voice came from a distance.
"Wait!"
Duan Feng and Chu Qingcheng both looked at them in confusion.
But I saw that it was a woman in a red dress.
The woman stepped lightly, swaying the willow waist that was gripped, and walked over slowly.
"Pavilion Master!"
The old man saw the woman in the red dress ~EbookFREE.me~ immediately stood up from the counter and greeted him very politely.
"Ok."
The woman in the red dress nodded faintly, then her eyes fell on Duan Feng, and said: "I don't know where the little brother got these magic cores?"
"What do you mean by this?"
Hearing other meanings in the woman's words, Chu Qingcheng immediately quit, and shouted coldly.
"Little girl, I think you have misunderstood. I just asked casually. If there is anything inappropriate, please forgive me."
The woman in the red skirt didn't care, and said lightly.
"This batch of magic cores were obtained from the beheading of the Warcraft Mountains. Is there any problem?"
Duan Feng didn't want to cause trouble, so he replied immediately.
"If I'm not mistaken, the strength of the two of you is only in the realm of fighting masters."
"Only the strength of the fighting master is to obtain so many magic cores, and there are third-order magic cores and even fourth-order magic cores. This seems to be somewhat unexplainable, right?"
The woman in the red skirt asked again.
"You are the pavilion master here, then I want to ask you, what happens if you can't explain it?"
Duan Feng smiled non-committal.
He was not in a hurry to argue, because he knew that no matter how he argued, he was pale and weak.
After all, his strength is too far away from ordinary fighting masters.
Wanting others to believe that he has the strength to kill Tier 4 monsters is more difficult than climbing to the sky.