Now that we're in a book, isn't it reasonable to use some cheats?

Song Shaoqian: "Not very good? Not domineering at all."

Mu Xiaoyu: "What does F4 mean?"

Yan Tingshan: "You are stupid, F4 means we are four crazy people."

Su Ning: “…”

“Why not just call him Rotten Garlic?” F4 might not understand, but Rotten Garlic is not difficult to understand, so let’s just call him Four Rotten Garlics.

"Rotten garlic is not too..." Song Shaoqian wanted to change the name.

In return, Su Ning looked at him coldly and threatened: "I said rotten garlic is rotten garlic. Xiao Qianqian, do you have anything to add?"

"No, no, rotten garlic sounds good. I love it so much."

"You know the truth."

……

Heaven on earth.

It was still the familiar way, the familiar feeling of not being able to get in. Su Ning forced a smile and said, "Brothers, can you make some concessions?"

The two men at the door looked her up and down.

The man who kicked her last time teased, "It's Sister Chao, why are you here again? Hey, why are you still in the Qi Refining Stage?"

His words pierced Su Ning's heart twice.

"We know each other, so we can..." Su Ning said in a negotiating tone.

The man said sternly: "No, if you haven't reached the Golden Core stage, you are not allowed to enter. It's still the same as before."

As he spoke, he pointed to the beggars' den.

Su Ning: “…” Among the four, she is the only one in the Qi Refining Stage.

The three of them stood aside and watched the show, with no intention of speaking for her, which made her so angry that she glared at Song Shaoqian fiercely.

Song Shaoqian shrank his neck and walked up to the man to greet him as his brother.

"Brother, can you please be flexible?"

"The people you bring are even worse." The man didn't give any face. He had said last time that he was not allowed to bring anyone in.

This guy is a destroyer.

This Chao sister doesn't seem to be a normal person in her behavior.

"This..." Song Shaoqian was also unable to do so.

He carefully pulled Su Ning and ran over to discuss: "Little Ningning, how about you take out another pair of your master's pants?"

Pants can be sold for money.

Just like last time, five hundred spirit stones would be more than enough.

"Master has grown more careful. I haven't seen him dry his underwear in the sun for several days without changing it." Since the last time, Yang Cheng has not dried his underwear in the yard.

This made it impossible for her to have a side job.

Song Shaoqian nodded in understanding and murmured, "Why is it always like this..."

So is his master.

After seeing how Yan Shian bought Yang Cheng’s pants last time, the master became wary, fearing that he might be short of money and steal like Xiao Ningning.

At this time, Song Shaoqian smiled particularly provocatively, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Xiao Ningning, do you think my pants can make money?"

The clan leader’s pants are also pants, and his pants are also pants.

I should be able to make money.

Su Ning's face froze, and she felt mixed emotions deep down.

"You want to sell yours?" she asked subconsciously.

"Yes." He was not ashamed at all. He had this way to make money. His eyes sparkled: "I have a lot of private goods."

More than that.

He was counting on this day, so he stockpiled dozens of pairs of shorts.

"..." Su Ning understood. She was afraid that when she sold her pants last time, he saw a business opportunity and deliberately prepared private goods.

"How is it?" Song Shaoqian looked anxiously.

"Then what should I say?" Su Ning asked back. She couldn't just say: These are the stupid pants in the world of cultivation. If you wear them, you will become a stupid sculpture.

Then her stall would be smashed.

"Just say it's the pants of the number one genius in the cultivation world..."

"You can say it, but I can't."

Finally, Su Ning decided to find another way to make money. She took out at least ten swords she had collected from the Lingyu Sect's Sword Tomb.

When Yan Tingshan saw the sword she took out, his eyes widened.

He pointed at Su Ning and trembled: "You took out the sword from our sword tomb to sell? Do you know that your brother will find out..."

It will kill people.

The swords in the sword tomb are priceless and can only be given to the right people. They cannot be bought or sold.

"Your sect is wasting money, hiding so many swords. If these swords can recognize their master, it will add a lot of fighting power to the world of cultivation."

Su Ning deliberately found more than ten high-quality swords.

The four sects were narrow-minded and would keep any good things among themselves, preferring to hide them, which led to the formation of other small sects.

People with great abilities cannot get the best resources.

In the book, it was because of this reason that someone instigated discord, and finally the remnants of the four major sects disappeared from the world of cultivation overnight.

And those people reap the benefits.

"But..." She had this idea, and Yan Tingshan had no objection. He was afraid that his brother would appear suddenly.

This is the most terrible.

"Don't say but. Help me set up the stall. I'll use the money I earn to find wives for you." Su Ning casually threw the sword to the ground.

The three of them were tidying up their stall obediently.

It’s not for my wife, but to be able to get into the competition as soon as possible.

The stall is ready.

The three men also squatted aside, ready to watch how she sold things.

At this time, Su Ning cleared her throat and shouted, "Ladies and ladies, if a man passes by, please don't miss him."

Such a unique name immediately attracted passers-by.

Someone asked, "Little girl, where did you pick up these swords?"

"Swords cannot be sold. Generally, good swords must first recognize their owner." Someone else expressed doubt.

"That's right, these swords don't look like good swords."

Su Ning stretched out her middle finger and shook it: "No, no, no, these swords come from the sword tomb of Lingyu Sect, one of the four major sects in the cultivation world."

As soon as these words came out, the scene was in an uproar.

Lingyu Sect Sword Tomb.

Only the disciples of the sect can enter that place. As for the disciples of small sects like them, they can only look on but not reach it.

Just now I was worried about where I picked up the sword, but now everyone is scrambling to get it.

"I want one."

"Me, me, me, leave some for me too, don't squeeze me..."

"You guys are squeezing me, I want one too!"

"Don't grab it."

"Come one by one, don't rush to grab things." Su Ning began to maintain order. She was really afraid that they would trample and destroy the stalls in the process of grabbing.

In a short while, he earned 5,300 spirit stones, which was more than the 500 spirit stones he spent when he entered, and he only had one sword left.

Just as they were fighting for the last sword.

They seemed to have seen something unclean, and whether they had grabbed the sword or not, they all ran away.

Suddenly there was no one in front of the stall.

Su Ning hadn't noticed anything unusual yet, and just wanted to sell the last sword: "There's still one sword left, how should I sell it?"

At this moment, someone pulled her sleeve.

She turned and glared at Yan Tingshan: "Why are you pulling my sleeve?"

"..." Yan Tingshan did not answer her. His eyes were fixed straight ahead. He was ready to run away at any time.

There were only two words in his mind: It's over.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Su Ning was furious: "You..."

"How much is this sword?" A customer came to the door.

Hearing a customer asking about the price, Su Ning put aside her scolding and turned to the customer: "Not expensive, three hundred..."

When she saw who was coming, she fell silent.

"How much?" Yan Shian smiled slightly. Sometimes he really wanted to silence him: "Tell me again, how much do you sell it for?"