Chapter 120: Ten million

Before the fist arrived, the wind roared like tigers and wolves, threatening people.

"Zhang Yifeng!" Lin Siying was shocked, pulling Zhang Yifeng's clothes, as if to remind Zhang Yifeng.

"not good!"

On the side, Qi Lao saw this scene, his complexion changed drastically, and he hurriedly tried to help Zhang Yifeng, even if he knew he was not the opponent of the burly man.

"Two hits one? But what can I do!"

Faced with the attack of the man, Zhang Yifeng smiled indifferently, and then gave a domineering low drink.

"roll!"

His left fist struck out suddenly. In the dim moonlight, his left fist actually carried a little light!

Seven Star Fist.

boom!

There was a muffled sound, and the sound of broken bones came, and the burly man's body suddenly retreated and hit the wall. The man's mighty fist was actually broken by Zhang Yifeng.

One punch forced the burly man back, Zhang Yifeng's expression remained unchanged, he turned his head to look at the rat-eyed man, and said again: "I will ask you again, can you represent Shiquanmen, if you can, I will provoke you the whole Shiquanmen If not, then I will just provoke you, and you should be thankful, at least your school will be in peace."

Arrogant!

Zhang Yifeng's words are extremely arrogant.

His words are telling everyone in a disguised form that even if he provokes the whole sect, he is fearless. It can even kill Shiquan.

This is how arrogant, how rampant, and how domineering a sentence is.

"Who the **** is this son, is he so confident, is he also a disciple of the sect, his master's strength is definitely stronger than that of Shiquan."

"It seems that this time Shiquanmen kicked the iron plate."

Regardless of whether Zhang Yifeng has a background or not, his performance is already daunting.

This is the world of the cultivator. Only if you act stronger than anyone else will others be jealous of you. The so-called being good at being deceived by others is the same in the world of cultivators!

Only if you show enough courage and domineering and don't be a grandson for anyone, others will subconsciously produce fear.

This is the root of human inferiority, which is soft and afraid of evil.

W+L first: f0e

Of course, the premise is that you have to be strong.

"me……"

The rat-eyed man hesitated and didn't know how to answer Zhang Yifeng's words.

"Go in, go in."

In the end, the rat-eye man chose to admit counsel and let the three of Zhang Yifeng in.

Zhang Yifeng snorted coldly, and then let go of his hand, but the rat-eye man seemed to have received tremendous force, and his body stepped back a few steps. Then he looked down at his wrist. At this moment, his wrist was turned blue and purple by Zhang Yifeng. What a terrifying grip.

This boy, he is not an opponent. Since he is not an opponent, he can only admit his counsel. Because he really can't represent the entire Shiquanmen.

"Xiao Zhang, you are impulsive, you almost become an enemy of the entire Shiquanmen."

In the cave corridor, Qi Lao's voice came. Although Zhang Yifeng passed this level safely, he still felt that Zhang Yifeng was impulsive.

Zhang Yifeng said indifferently: "If I was impulsive just now, the rat-eye man's hand would have been broken by me. What's more, even if it is the enemy of the entire Shiquanmen, the person who bullies me must be with me. Hostile consciousness."

Zhang Yifeng's words made Lin Siying tremble, the one who bullied me? What does Zhang Yifeng mean, confession?

But Zhang Yifeng's behavior just now really made her feel warm and relieved.

Lin Qi frowned, and said, "Let's leave soon, lest there be any problems."

"Don't worry, Qi Lao, there should be no more disputes." Zhang Yifeng smiled faintly.

"Why?"

"I guess it’s correct. This is not Shiquanmen’s lair. It’s just that the exchange meeting will be held here. To put it plainly, Shiquanmen is the organizer. A small amount of ticket money will be collected. The disciples they sent here are probably at the door. The two have the highest cultivation base. They dare not provoke me anymore."

"That's true, but it's better to be careful."

During the conversation between the two, the dim corridor suddenly became bright, and a spacious hall appeared in the sight of the three.

This is the exchange venue hidden in the mountains.

The magic weapon exchange meeting, to put it bluntly, is the trade fair, which is similar to the Treasure Garden, except that the items sold here are all used by martial artists.

For example, Zhang Yifeng saw a broken sword placed at the feet of a warrior. The price of this sword was five million.

Zhang Yifeng just glanced at it and saw that it was an abandoned sword. Although there is a touch of aura on the sword, it has no effect other than that. The sword is dead, and the soul of the sword is gone.

Another example is that someone sells a stone, and the seller says that the stone has spirits. As long as you practice by the stone, the speed of cultivation will increase.

But in fact, this stone is just an ordinary thing.

The so-called "artifacts" in the entire exchange meeting were nothing more than artifacts that were contaminated with the aura of heaven and earth, perhaps unearthed in a place where the aura of heaven and earth was slightly rich.

Of course, it does not mean that there is no "dharma implement" that can be used.

At this time, many people gathered in front of a small stall.

"It's the monk of Nanlin Temple! The monks of Nanlin Temple have always been orthodox, and the things they sell are generally good things."

"This master, I don't know how to call it."

On the ground, there was a monk sitting cross-legged. The monk was dressed in plain, no robes, and had ring scars on his head. The monk's face was thin, like malnourished.

"Amitabha Buddha, when he is in the dharma, he called Jueyuan. Passing by here, there is a Buddhist bead for sale to someone who is destined."

Jueyuan folded her hands together and took out a box from her arms. The box opened with a Buddhist bead inside. The beads are crystal clear, and a faint Buddha word can be vaguely seen in the beads.

A warrior at the scene laughed and said, "Don't you say that monks don't care about money? Why doesn't the master give it to someone, but sell it to someone who is destined."

Jue Yuan shook his head faintly, and said: "The monks don't care about money, but they don't mean that they don't need money. I am an ascetic monk. Money is really not important to me, but I can help the poor."

"Come on, it's okay to deceive a child by saying this, just tell me what is the use of your buddha beads, and how much you sell."

"This buddha has been enshrined by me all year round, and it is blessed by the Buddhist secret law. It can drive away evil and avoid evil, and can save a life in crisis. It can be called a life-protection bead. Once the word'Buddha' in the buddha disappears, this bead becomes Waste." Jue Yuan explained.

"Life Protection Pearl? It's really so amazing, this is a magic weapon!"

"Monk, you didn't lie to us, the magical weapons that can protect your life are very rare."

The warriors all around spoke one after another. For the warrior, something that can protect his life is definitely hard to find.

"The monks don't speak any words."

"Master, just say how much it is."

"Yes, don't mother-in-law, say the money is the most real."

The warriors spoke one after another.

Jue Yuan nodded faintly, and said, "Ten million."