I! The Strongest Suzerain

One thousand top-grade spirit stones, this is already equivalent to ten million low-grade spirit stones, which is already equivalent to the price of a low-grade magic weapon!

Blood earned! Absolutely blood earned! The cultivator revealed a touch of purple. No matter how he looked at his giant sword, it was worth the price of a superb spiritual weapon. Even if he boasted a lot... Mostly, it is sold as a low-grade magic weapon. And Han Feng actually directly offered the price of a magic weapon.

"Senior...Are you sure that the spirit stone was not wrongly paid?"

The monk asked cautiously.

"Take it, these are tips."

Han Feng said in a deep voice, there are also many angels around, they all stared at Han Feng with stunned faces, watching Han Feng spend a thousand top-quality spirit stones to buy such a strange-looking thing, they all thought that Han Feng had any special hobby.

"Thank you, senior! Thank you, senior!"

The questioning cultivator said with excitement on his face, thinking that he had met Senior Geng Zhi today, and that a thousand top-grade spirit stones would be thrown out if they were tossed out.

Many cultivators looked at the cultivator with envy on their faces, thinking in their hearts, such a tattered piece of iron has actually attracted a straight senior's attention, and this senior's shot is really generous.

Han 677 Feng was about to put away the sword when suddenly one hand directly pressed the sword down,

"Wait!"

A voice suddenly sounded. Han Feng frowned and looked up. It turned out to be an old man. This old man is the late stage of the True Immortal of the Hang Chuan Sect!

"Haha! I can't believe it's you, the old man. The last time I was frightened by this sword, I ran away in a panic, but I still have the face to come here to participate in the Hundred Sects Conference. What? Are you trying to fight?"

Han Feng's mouth can be said to be extremely powerful. First, he scolded the old man for a while, and then he was ridiculed for a while. The old man's face was red and white, and he felt that a flame was about to burst out of his chest.

"you you......"

The old man's eyes widened. The last time he was frightened by Han Feng, he ran away without a fight. This time, he was just trying to regain some face. He was at a loss for words when he was scolded by Han Feng.

"What? Are you angry? Do you want to do it? Dry old man! If you don't dare to do it, just roll away, don't get in the way of this seat's eyes."

"Baby son! The old man is also angry!"

The old man was almost furious, but he couldn't swear, so he said these words after a long time.

"Yo yo yo..." (befd)

Han Feng laughed and said again,

"You old bastard, get out of here, if two swords from this seat slash you outside!"

The old man pointed at Han Feng, his eyes widened and his body trembled. The two of them were fighting each other here, which naturally attracted a lot of monks to watch.

"I'm going... This young man is so arrogant, obviously he is in the late stage of the Immortal King!"

"Maybe it's the less powerful force. This young man is not at all cowardly in the face of this old Cheng."

"These two seem to be old rivals."

"Yes, that young man scared the old man away with his sword just now, obviously they have fought before."

"It's terrifying and terrifying... That young man should be at the peak of the gods, who scare away the old man with a sword."

"What's so strange about this, the disciples of the big sects have used resources casually since they were young, and this young man may have some powerful magic weapons. It is not strange to kill a true immortal with one sword!"

"Yes, some ancient second-order forces were born at the same time as the Liangyi Palace. Although those forces did not have the birth of the Immortal Emperor, there are still half-step Immortal Emperors! It is normal for some ancient magic weapons to be left to the disciples."

"People are worse than people...not as good as people, alas."

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Many monks have regarded Han Feng as a disciple of a major force, but they don't know where Han Feng is a disciple of a major force, that is, the suzerain of a fourth-order force.

At this time, the old man suddenly turned towards the giant sword in Han Feng's hand and showed a smile. He grinned at the cultivator and said,

"Boy, this old man has sold 10,000 top-quality spirit stones! Can't sell it!"

Hearing 10,000 top-quality spirit stones, the cultivator instantly felt that happiness fell on top of his head, 10,000 top-quality spirit stones! This can be exchanged for a Taoist magic weapon!

"Sell...Sell!"

There was a frenzy in the monk's eyes, people died for money, and birds died for food. Han Feng looked at the monk and there was a cold light in his eyes. Although the monk felt cold, he didn't want it for money. Death! At the same time, he was already thinking that as long as he got this wealth, he would rush away, and the sect would be too lazy to go back.

Why not be happy when you are at ease in this Eastern God Continent?

"Hahaha!! Boy, do you have a total price increase?"

The old man smiled when he saw Han Feng deflated, Han Feng sneered,

"Oh? Is that so? I will give out 100,000 top-quality spirit stones!"

Han Feng's voice fell, and all directions shook! One hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones, this is equivalent to a thousand immortal stones! You can almost buy a high-grade fairy artifact!

"Dry old man, do you dare to increase the price!?"

Han Feng showed a mysterious and unpredictable smile, and the old man was tangled in his heart. If he increased the price, Han Feng would be wronged if he handed over the broken copper and iron in front of him.

His purpose is very simple, to make Han Feng suffer, Han Feng has already spent nearly a hundred times more spirit stones, and Han Feng has already lost a lot! At this moment, he will increase the price... unless he is a lunatic.

And Han Feng has already called out 100,000 top-quality immortal stones, so he doesn't dare to go back on his promises in front of so many people, right? It doesn't matter if he goes back on his promises, anyway, it's Han Feng's face lost.

From this point of view, his goal has been achieved. Han Feng's asking himself to increase the price is definitely stimulating himself. After all, he is young, and the export is increased tenfold.

The old man won't. As expected of an old fox, countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, but he still missed a step in the calculation. Han Feng will never give up this giant sword.

This is not a piece of broken copper or iron, but a real good thing. The innate spiritual core inside is placed in the Cold Moon World, and it is estimated that the Immortal Emperor will snatch it!

This is even billions of immortal stones that may not be able to be exchanged.

However, Han Feng's expression was still and his face was calm. Although he was afraid that the old man would increase the price again, he said lightly,

"Increase the price! Old stuff! This seat can see what price you can add!"

At this time, there were more and more people watching, and many angels shook their heads and said,

"After all, it's a young man. It seems that the young master of the nouveau riche is actually fighting over a pile of scraps."

"People are rich! There is power behind it... There is no way to be willful."

"Alas...people are more mad than people."

Han Feng ignored the discussions around him. This group of people didn't know Taishan at all. If everyone knew about this thing, it would not be a bloody storm._