1195—One million spirit stones

"Although this hammer is seriously damaged, it is still a top-quality product. Recently, I have had several new customers make reservations. I was worried that I didn't have a weapon, so I didn't expect you to send me a gift."

"I spent one million spirit stones to buy this, you can't steal it!" Ye Feng said with a frown.

"Boy, don't think that our Blood Sword Society is really afraid of you!" The strong man glared at Ye Feng coldly, "I will rob you today, "Four Zero Three", what can you do to me? Besides, this treasure is not What I want is for you to volunteer, don’t blame others."

"What's the meaning?"

"Hey, boy, let me tell you, the owner of this shop is from the Blood Knife Society." The strong man said with a sinister smile.

Ye Feng's face changed slightly.

The Blood Knife Club is one of the top five gangs in Yunzhou City, and its strength is extraordinary.

They are used to being domineering. Even the government's taxation and private commercial trade are monopolized by the Blood Knife Society. Every tax collected is basically embezzled by the Blood Knife Society, so the government hates them deeply.

But the Blood Knife Society has a deep background, and the government can do nothing about them.

Ye Feng secretly sighed, now he was in big trouble.

"Boy, hand over the spirit stone you just got. Otherwise, don't even think about leaving."

The strong man's eyes flashed with greed.

Spiritual stone, that thing is more valuable than anything else.

If I get it, I can advance to the Martial Master realm, and even purchase high-level martial arts skills. Then I can also occupy a place in Yunzhou City. Wouldn't it be wonderful?

The young man glanced coldly at the people in the Blood Knife Club, his eyes icy and piercing: "You despicable people will one day receive retribution."

"Haha, do you think our Blood Knife Guild is afraid of the government?" The strong man sneered, "You Independent Cultivators are all cheap, and the government will kill you as easily as squeezing an ant to death.

"If you don't know what is good or bad, do it!"

Following the order, everyone from the Sword Club swarmed forward.

At this time, noisy footsteps came from all directions, and then more than ten Jinyi guards broke in.

There are not many members of the Jin Yiwei, just over twenty, but they are all top Martial Apprentice experts, and their strength far exceeds that of everyone in the Blood Knife Club.

The originally arrogant and domineering strong man suddenly became weak and crawled outside.

"Stop!" a captain of the royal guards yelled.

"My hero, have mercy on me, have mercy on me, I'm obsessed with it!" The strong man begged for mercy, frightened out of his wits.

"Let me ask you, who owns this teahouse?" the captain of the Jinyi Guard asked coldly.

"The owner of this teahouse is Liu Mingliang, and he is a worshiper of our Blood Sword Society." The strong man replied quickly.

"very good!"

The captain of the Jinyi Guard waved his hand, and the others immediately grabbed the strong man and threw him to the ground.

"You are a bunch of trash, you actually hurt the brothers of the Blood Knife Society? Hand over the spirit stones quickly, otherwise you will have to walk around without eating them." The captain of the Jinyi Guards roared.

Ye Feng shook his head, turned around and walked out of the teahouse.

Upon seeing this, Jin Yiwei immediately forced 4.6 forward: "Master, please stay."

"What else do you have to do?" Ye Feng frowned and stopped.

The Jin Yiwei said respectfully: "Boy, you have misunderstood. I am ordered to protect the safety of the young master.

Got it, thank you. "Ye Feng smiled faintly and left directly.

"Alas, what a pity for a strong man at the pinnacle of Martial Apprentice!" Jin Yiwei sighed.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like