Everyone looked and saw Lu Shaoqing coming out slowly.

Still yawning.

It really looks like I just woke up.

Lu Shaoqing clapped his mouth and said slowly, "Sorry, I almost overslept."

"It's all my alarm clock's fault."

He said he was embarrassed, but his tone was not at all embarrassing.

Then he cursed Xiaohong, the alarm clock on his shoulder, "Silly bird, I asked you to wake me up, what did you do?"

Xiaohong rolled her eyes at Lu Shaoqing, not bothering to pay attention to Lu Shaoqing, and just went to preen her own feathers.

It has recently shed its feathers, almost all of its previous feathers have fallen out, and the new feathers that have grown back are more shiny than before.

The people on Zhang Conglong's side were furious.

The monks still need to take a nap.

Zhang Conglong and others thought that Lu Shaoqing was deliberately humiliating them.

Even Xia Yu thought Lu Shaoqing did it on purpose.

Only Xiao Yi knew that what Lu Shaoqing said was true.

My second senior brother really almost overslept.

Usually, when the second senior brother oversleeps, the first senior brother's sword will wake him up.

After Lu Shaoqing arrived, he looked Zhang Conglong up and down before saying, "I thought you didn't dare to come."

Zhang Conglong's eyes were cold and he didn't want to answer Lu Shaoqing's nonsense.

Is Zhang Conglong afraid of him?

Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire, he will not back down.

"Stop talking nonsense and let your people die."

Zhang Conglong didn't want to wait any longer.

He wanted his younger brother to deal with Xiao Yi severely and vent the bad anger in his heart.

If he could, he would do it himself.

However, Lu Shaoqing was not in a hurry. He puffed up his chest, put on the airs of an elder, and said in a lecturing tone, "You are young, can you be calmer?"

"You are the second person in Qizhou. I think you are the number one in Qizhou."

After Zhang Conglong was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, he changed his tone and asked Zhang Conglong expectantly, "Do you have a spiritual stone?"

Zhang Conglong frowned, it's none of your business whether I have a spiritual stone or not.

Is this something you care about?

He refused to answer such idiotic questions.

Facing the silent Zhang Conglong, Lu Shaoqing smiled and consoled him, "Don't be shy. If you are poor, you will be poor. No one will laugh at you."

"Oh, I'm sorry, you guys in Guiyuan Pavilion were robbed. I shouldn't have mentioned this."

"Oh, I still wanted to give you a chance to gamble with me and let you beat me, just to vent your anger. Now it seems that is not possible."

Zhang Zheng and other Guiyuan Pavilion disciples were very angry.

They were robbed, penniless, and desperately poor.

The long sword in Zhang Zheng's hand was given to him by his elder brother Zhang Conglong.

Apart from this, there is nothing valuable on Zhang Zheng.

As for magic weapons and so on.

Two words, no.

Zhang Conglong looked at Lu Shaoqing and suddenly smiled contemptuously, smiling happily, "You? Want to bet with me?"

Zhang Conglong seemed to have found an opportunity to laugh at Lu Shaoqing.

"How many spiritual stones can your Lingxiao sect have?"

"Even if you are a direct disciple, how many spiritual stones can you receive every month?"

"Are the spiritual stones you received enough?"

"What qualifications do you have to bet with me?"

The Lingxiao sect's poverty is no secret among the other two sects.

A direct disciple can only receive a hundred low-grade spiritual stones a month, not to mention compared to Shuangyue Valley where rich women gather, and even Guiyuan Pavilion cannot compare.

Therefore, in Zhang Conglong's view, Lu Shaoqing is a poor man.

The spiritual stones you received are very expensive to practice, so what spiritual stones can you use to gamble with?

Lu Shaoqing felt happy in her heart, "If I hadn't ordered the spiritual stone, would I dare to say such a thing?"

"Do you have spirit stones?" Zhang Conglong sneered even more fiercely, "How many are there? Hundreds, or a thousand?"

"If it's less than 10,000 spiritual stones, don't come and bet with me."

Zhang Conglong's tone was arrogant, and his words were full of disdain for Lu Shaoqing.

Both in and out of his words seemed to believe that Lu Shaoqing had few spiritual stones and was a poor man.

Other Guiyuan Pavilion disciples also expressed support for themselves.

My big brother.

Although we don’t have spiritual stones anymore, our senior brother does.

How many spirit stones do you Lingxiao sect guys have?

"That's right, you, a poor guy from the Lingxiao sect, dare to bet on spiritual stones with your senior brother?"

"If the number is too small, don't take it out, otherwise people will laugh at you."

"It's really ridiculous. All of you in Tianyu Peak combined don't have as many spiritual stones as our senior brother."

Lu Shaoqing was not angry, but very happy. It sounded like he had a lot of spiritual stones.

I like this kind of people the most. They are cute no matter how you look at them.

Lu Shaoqing's whole body was full of joy and he asked Zhang Conglong, "So, you do have a lot of spiritual stones in your body?"

Zhang Conglong raised his head and said proudly, "I'm sure it's more than you."

"That's good!" Lu Shaoqing became even more happy.

I like the rich the most.

With a wave of his hand, a bunch of shiny spiritual stones appeared, blinding everyone's eyes.

"Forty-seven thousand low-grade spiritual stones. Come up with this number and let's take a gamble."

"If my junior sister wins, your spiritual stone belongs to me. If I lose, my spiritual stone belongs to you. How about that?"

Forty-seven thousand low-grade spiritual stones appeared in front of everyone.

Reflecting the sunlight, it is crystal clear and dazzling.

The person with the highest level of strength present is Zhang Conglong, who is at the ninth level of Dan Formation, and most of the others are at the foundation level.

Spirit stones are used for cultivation, purchasing resources, etc. They have a wide range of uses and are the currency of monks.

In practicing so far, I must have used more than 40,000 spiritual stones.

However, at their current level, there are probably only a few people who can store tens of thousands of spirit stones.

People in Two Moon Valley may have.

But seeing Bian Rourou's shocked expression, it seemed that she didn't have that much.

It is even more impossible to return to Yuan Pavilion with less financial resources than Shuangyue Valley.

Among so many people present, Xia Yu was the only one whose expression remained unchanged.

With a calm mind, she doesn't value these external objects.

But Lu Shaoqing, a disciple of the Lingxiao sect, actually has such

She was secretly surprised by the many spiritual stones.

With so many spirit stones, how long will it take to save money?

Xia Yu looked at Lu Shaoqing and couldn't help but admire him.

Junior Brother Lu, who is hard-working and frugal.

Zhang Conglong looked at the sparkling spiritual stone in front of him. His expression was ugly, as if he was constipated.

Even if he is the top disciple of Guiyuan Pavilion, it is impossible for him to carry so many spiritual stones.
To be continued...