Chapter 683 Promise Him Quickly

Yun Qingqing had no intention of paying any attention to Zhao Chengming.

But this man was so generous that he offered to exchange it for the Nine-Colored Magic Ganoderma.

The Nine-Colored Magic Ganoderma is truly rare. Xiao Changheng had risked his life to find one from the secret realm of the Stone Forest, and he even had a fight with Yuwen Ye for it.

Later, Yun Qingqing came forward to exchange for the Nine-Colored Magic Ganoderma and gave it to Yuwen Ye to gather his soul, and only then was Qi Mo able to return.

If he could get this plant in front of him, it would help Qi Mo strengthen his soul.

Yun Qingqing stopped, waved away the flowing light of the book in front of her, and finally raised her eyes to look at Zhao Chengming.

"This index mirror is no different from the one you have. It won't help you much even if you change it. If you want to find the information you want quickly, I can help you."

She could see that what these people were looking for was extremely important, otherwise they would not have exchanged such a rare treasure for the right to use a magic mirror.

Zhao Chengming's expression paused, his smile froze on his face, then he frowned, and a hint of vigilance appeared in his eyes.

The round-faced junior fellow behind him couldn't help but sneer when he saw this:

"Master Yun, do you think our eyesight is bad? Can't we see that the two mirrors are different?"

"That's right!" The short and fat junior brother echoed, "If you want to raise the price, just say so directly, don't use such tricks!"

Qi Mo quickly unfolded his folding fan and waved it gently, with a hint of coldness in his eyes:

"My eyesight is indeed not that good. The reason I can use the magic weapon to such an effect is because my master has a strong spiritual sense. Not everyone can do it."

The two men looked angry and were about to speak when Zhao Chengming raised his hand to stop them.

Zhao Chengming put on a polite smile again:

"Master Yun, you are joking. I will add a piece of 'Purple Thunder Mysterious Wood'. This is a top-grade refining material, which is hard to come by."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of lightning-struck wood from his storage bag. The wood was glowing with purple light all over. The naturally formed lightning patterns on the wood had faint electric light moving through it. This was indeed a rare material for refining weapons, and it was even more rare in this era of exhausted spiritual energy.

As soon as this thing was taken out, Qi Mo's voice transmission sounded in Yun Qingqing's mind.

"This is good! I want it, I want it~! Good Master, let me trade with him!"

Yun Qingqing glanced at him speechlessly: ...

When will this guy be able to change his bad habit of having his eyes light up when he sees rare materials?

"Master, change it, change it, change it! Wait for me to make something good for you to play with!" The voice transmission continued to chatter, as if he would not give up until she agreed.

"Stop making noise." Yun Qingqing glared at him and said in a voice transmission.

A certain little inventor finally calmed down, holding his folding fan and looking at her eagerly.

"Pavilion Master Yun," Zhao Chengming saw that she did not answer immediately, and a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes, "Zhengyang Sect treats us sincerely, and I hope you will help me. If you still feel it is not enough, you may as well name a price."

He thought to himself that the Master of Tianming Pavilion was clearly putting on an act, and that the "mirror is the same" thing was just an excuse to raise the price.

A mere newly formed small sect dares to show off in front of his Zhengyang Sect?

The round-faced junior brother couldn't help but whisper: "Big Brother, why bother talking to her, let's..."

"Shut up!" Zhao Chengming shouted in a low voice, glancing around from the corner of his eyes, "Have you forgotten the rules of Langhuan Palace?"

The short and fat junior brother immediately fell silent, and looked at Yun Qingqing with an increasingly unfriendly look.

He knew that the reason why the eldest senior brother was so good-tempered was because there was no fighting in the Langhuan Palace. Otherwise, he would have snatched the things away long ago and would never have let these little characters say a word!

Yun Qingqing looked at the Nine-Colored Magic Ganoderma and Purple Thunder Mysterious Wood in Zhao Chengming's hand, and said after a moment's hesitation:

"I have already said that there is no difference between the two mirrors. If you are in a hurry to find the classics, I can help you..."

"No need!" Zhao Chengming interrupted her before she could finish, with a hint of hostility in his eyes, "I don't care whether the magic mirror is different or not. Just think of it as I like this position and want to exchange it with you. Is that not okay?"

"Or does Pavilion Master Yun feel that it is still not enough for us, the dignified Zhengyang Sect, to sincerely offer the Nine-Colored Magic Ganoderma and the Purple Thunder Mysterious Wood in exchange with you?"

"I advise you to think it over carefully. Do you really want to make enemies with the Zhengyang Sect over such a small matter?"

Yun Qingqing raised her eyebrows and looked at him, only to see that Zhao Chengming no longer restrained his attitude as a superior, and the two people behind him also had arrogant looks on their faces.

She calmly glanced at the two things in Zhao Chengming's hands, her eyes slightly cold.

Qi Mo originally couldn't stand these people's smug look, but now with his folding fan covering his face and his mouth almost grinning to his ears, he whispered:

"Master, he almost used a knife to force you to accept it. You can't blame us for this, right? Hurry up and agree to him!"

Yun Qingqing curled her lips coldly, nodded and stepped down from the jade platform:

"make a deal."

"Wouldn't it have been better if you had done this earlier?" Zhao Chengming sneered, threw the two things to Yun Qingqing, and stood on the jade platform impatiently.

Yun Qingqing put away her things and turned to walk towards the jade table where the index mirror was placed on the other side.

Qi Mo followed her and stood beside the jade platform, but his eyes remained on the other side, waiting leisurely to see how this Zhao man would use the magic mirror which he considered to be "more advanced".

Zhao Chengming did not rush to activate the mirror. He just put his hand on the mirror and stared at Yun Qingqing's every move with a bit of sarcasm in his eyes. He was obviously waiting for her to use the magic mirror that claimed to be "same as" to laugh at her.

His round-faced junior fellow disciple was somewhat indignant and lowered his voice and said:

"Big Brother, giving her two top-quality materials just for changing positions is too cheap for her!"

"It's okay. We in Zhengyang Sect don't lack these little things." Zhao Chengming said calmly.

The round-faced junior was stunned for a moment. Just as he was thinking that this was not like the senior brother's style, Zhao Chengming's voice suddenly rang in his mind:

“Humph, if it weren’t for the prohibition of fighting in the Langhuan Palace, she would never have the good fortune to touch a treasure of the level of the Nine-Colored Illusionary Ganoderma in her life! But... hehe..."

Zhao Chengming sneered in his voice transmission:

"Don't worry, I've already marked those two things. I'll just lend them to her for safekeeping for a few days. Once she leaves this Langhuan Palace, what can she use to fight me?"

The round-faced junior brother smiled suddenly and looked at Yun Qingqing with a proud look on his face.

But his eyes soon widened again:

"Master... Senior Brother... she, she..."

Zhao Chengming's expression also changed at this moment, because at this moment, golden runes were flying around Yun Qingqing like fireflies, the light and shadow were dazzling, and hundreds of thousands of book images were flowing in front of her, which was exactly the same as before!

"What's going on..." The short and fat junior brother looked at Zhao Chengming with a stuttering look, "Could she, could she have been... switched?"

Zhao Chengming's face was gloomy, and he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Let’s not talk about whether the magic mirror in Langhuan Hall can be replaced, but he had been staring at the mirror on the jade table just now, and that woman would never have the ability to replace it under his nose!

Zhao Chengming's expression was slightly stern. He immediately placed his palm on the index mirror in front of him, injected spiritual power into it, and concentrated on sensing.

After a moment, the index mirror emitted a faint light, and the text on the scroll slowly appeared before his eyes.

Compared with Yun Qingqing's side, it was as slow as an old ox plowing the field.

Zhao Chengming was struck by lightning and gnashed his teeth.

“I’ve been fooled!”