Seeing that Lang Zhen and Deng's second son were so distressed, Feng Jun laughed, "Wait, I will get you silver dollars."

He walked into the house, and when he came out, he already had an extra woven bag in his hand, which contained a thousand silver dollars.

Opening the woven bag and seeing the neatly sized silver dollars, Deng Er was dumbfounded. "Where did this silver dollar come from?"

These days, he "always" stayed with Feng Jun, and even went to exchange gold leaves for silver dollars. He couldn't really figure out where he got the silver dollars from.

Lang Zhen guessed that Feng Jun had a storage bag.

In the past, Mr. Feng did not use storage bags. It is said that it would waste immortal energy. Now, it must be too nervous to use it.

Feng Jun went into the room again and took out two bags of silver dollars. "A total of 3,000 yuan should be enough for a while. The collected jade was put in another room. Don't disturb me recently."

Watching him leave again, Deng's second son couldn't help but say, "Why are these silver dollars ... all new?"

"Well, second son," Lang Zhen said in a loud voice, "ask so much to do? Who can make a fake?"

Deng's mouth moved, and he didn't say anything, but he was not convinced. How could the silver dollar not be faked?

In fact, many families in this plane are casting silver dollars privately, relying on doping and cutting corners to make huge profits.

Feng Jun saw his doubts and smiled casually, "You can't believe me?"

"Trust me, trust me," Lang Zhen immediately smiled and played round. "I can't believe you, but I can trust you."

What a joke, immortal practitioners will adulterate on silver dollars? We don't bring such amusement.

People have that time to spare, what is not good to do? Ten thousand steps back to say, even if there is an immortal who is too busy to make a silver coin for profit, how simple is it to purify the silver by other people's means? Seriously doping the inside, it takes effort.

He was talking right, but Deng's eyes snapped, pointing at Feng Jun, his mouth widened in amazement.

He was shaking all over, "You you you ... you you you ..."

"What're you doing, second son?" Lang Zhen was not happy, and his eyes glared. "It's a bit of a rule? The doctor is your master!"

Deng's second son was horrified, his hand still pointed to Feng Jun, and he didn't let go.

He was glared by the other party just now and found a fact that made him feel terrifying.

The second elder Deng brewed his emotions for a long time, and then he dared to ask, "Are you a senior martial artist?"

This Nima was too scary, but he remembered clearly that although this physicist was strong, he had no sense of warrior's body, and the lone wolf also said that boss Feng had never practiced.

After so many days of contact, Deng's second son was very sure that Feng Jun was really just an ordinary person.

But this person stayed in the room for a while, and when he came out again, he actually released a strong momentum, which belonged to the atmosphere of the martial artist. For a time, Deng Er was really terrified that he had seen Jin Jin quickly, no Seen so fast!

Lang Zhen was frightened when he heard the words. He glanced at Feng Jun carefully, "This ... when did you start practicing?"

Feng Jun touched his chin and murmured before answering, "Just now ... Am I staying in the house for a while?"

"This is impossible!" Deng Eryi jumped high and shouted loudly, "You haven't practiced before!"

"Yes," Feng Jun nodded and looked at him strangely, "I keep saying, I haven't practiced."

Hearing this, Deng's second child was about to explode, and he asked, crying and laughing, "Then do you mean that you, a person who has never practiced, took a scent of incense to the rank of martial artist?"

We really don't bring such amusement! He couldn't believe this statement at all. Where was the martial artist so well trained?

He has practiced for ten years, and the pills are barely available. Coupled with the guidance of his father who is a warrior, he is now only a high-level warrior, still a long distance away from the warrior.

"Yes," Feng Jun nodded and asked puzzled, "Is it difficult? I think it's easy."

"I'm going!" Deng Eryi raised his hand and slapped his forehead fiercely, completely speechless.

Someone has cultivated a joss stick, which is stronger than he has been practicing for more than ten years. Why does this make him feel so bad?

After being depressed for a while, he asked again, "Dare to ask the Divine Doctor, what kind of exercises are you practicing?"

"Okay," Lang Zhen snorted. "The second son, we guys who eat knives, we must know the taboo. Besides, you all know that boss Feng is a magician. They are a little secret. Isn't it normal?"

He has returned to normal. After all, he has seen that the doctor healed his epidemic in the time of urination.

Deng's second child looked at him suspiciously, "Brother Wolf, then do you believe in what the doctor said?"

"Isn't this nonsense?" Lang Zhen rolled his eyes, and he might not unconditionally believe in any magician, but when the magician was an immortal, he felt that everything happened was normal, "If he doesn't have any reason, Called the magician? "

Deng Erji looked at him horrorly, and he tentatively asked for a long time, "Brother Wolf, do you have anything to hide from me?"

"Hiding you?" Lang Zhen glanced at him angrily. "Let's set it aside ... you've been eating knife-edge rice, you just need to protect the host's house. Just ask me so much?"

Mr. Deng rolled his eyes and said that he would encounter this kind of thing. Can I not inquire? Maybe, you alone know the inside story.

At the moment, Feng Jun saw a group of people walking from a distance, so he greeted them and walked back to the thatched house, closing the door.

Sitting on a stool, he took out his Midsummer mobile phone in his pocket, opened the screen, and looked at the APP above.

It is a pity that this mobile phone did not broadcast a bullfight live broadcast, but it does not matter, he thought about it, clicked on> Feng Jun WeChat has not many contacts, there are more than one hundred, he originally wanted to find a good scenery, the result Accidentally, I saw the ID of "Intimate Red Sister".

Just for you, he clicked on the interface of Zhixinhongjie, opened her circle of friends, and left a little.

No way, he is currently only good at this kind of operation for entering the WeChat space.

However, he is not very confident. Whether he can enter the WeChat space here is a right test.

Fortunately, he really entered the space, and then easily found the camera of Red Sister's mobile phone and turned on the lens.

I hope that Sister Red is not going to roll the sheets with others at this moment. Somehow, such a thought came to his mind.

Fortunately, Hongjie was facing the phone, her finger poked on it, and she didn't know what she was doing.

Now Zheng Yang, it is already late autumn, most people have to wear jackets, but the red sister is indoors.

She was wearing a white half-sleeve with lace borders, not only to see Bai Shengsheng's arm, but also to see the slightly raised clavicle, and ... part of the career line.

On her face, she sometimes smiled, frowned, and occasionally opened her eyes again, as if thinking about something.

Feng Jun watched it for five or six minutes, but wanted to read it again, but he felt a bit immoral. He had to flip the tablet in his hand and planned to put it down.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the tablet flipped over, he saw the other side, which was actually two exquisite and slender legs, curled on a mahogany coffee table.

It turned out that this is the correct way to open the back camera!

This is the first time that Feng Jun can look at Hong Jie's long legs with impunity.

I have to admit that Red Sister's legs are too good-looking, straight and slender, although thin, but with a little plumpness.

Needless to say, her thighs are also extremely round, with extremely beautiful but not-so-curved calves. Unlike many over-worked women, there are more obvious graves on the calves.

Moreover, the legs and knees are not too convex and concave, very smooth, really rounded to a delicate level.

No wonder she doesn't like wearing stockings. If this pair of flawless beautiful legs is wrapped in stockings, it is a blasphemy against beauty.

Her pair of slender jade feet are also quite charming. Feng Jun is not a foot control, but also feels the natural and well-proportioned, fleshy slender toes at the front end, dotted with sky blue nail polish.

At this moment, Feng Jun finally realized what it means to be "legs to play with the year", not to mention what kind of ecstasy would be caused by such a pair of jade and legs tied around the waist, only to play with these long legs, at least Within three months, he will not get bored.

As for what it would be like to say after three months ... He didn't want to make a rash statement about things that hadn't been experienced.

Feng Jun felt like a horse for a while, and then quit the Red Sister's room in the WeChat space.

Looking at the time on the phone, ten minutes later, he nodded slightly, and then withdrew from this plane of cultivation. When he opened his eyes again, he was already in a modern society.

Of course, when he left, Feng Jun did not forget to drag another twenty pieces of jade over.

The first time, he went to see the mobile phone connected to the charging treasure, and found that the time of the mobile phone was only ten minutes.

But the cell phone he brought into the space has passed for almost half an hour.

That is to say ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ After entering the Xiuxian space, the phone faithfully recorded the time. After he entered the second space, because he was peeping through the camera through the red sister, the phone did not stop timing.

But in reality, this mobile phone only records the time when he peeped. At other times, time is stagnant.

Through this test, Feng Jun understood a lot of laws. The most important thing is that he knows that the mobile phone space can be accumulated. In the Xiuxian space, he can enter other spaces for the second time.

The second most important thing is his guess about the timeline. Sure enough, even if he enters the mobile phone space, the external time does not necessarily have to stagnate. The key is to see whether he wants to let the time outside pass.

The third is unexpected joy. He is cultivating the immortal plane, and he can observe some trends in the real world when the mobile phone has no signal and no IFI. Is this just too buggy?

For this phenomenon, the liberal arts monks struggled to explain, and in the end they could only think bitterly: it should be the author's setting.

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