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Hearing this, Meng Hang frowned slightly.

Mud Bodhisattva still has three points of anger, not to mention his Meng Hang.

A gloomy aura spread towards several people in the distance.

The people who were still contemptuous at first only felt a chill all over their bodies, and a chill rose from the bottom of their hearts.

Duan Ning also shuddered, and the mockery in his eyes turned into fear, but he still said to Meng Hang sternly:

"Boy, what do you want to do!"

"I can tell you that I am from the Duan family in the imperial capital, so don't mess around!"

Hearing this, Meng Hang shook his head helplessly, feeling that there was not much else in the imperial capital, but there were quite a few in this family.

Just when he wanted to educate this Duan Shao how to talk, he suddenly thought of the purpose of his coming today, and retracted the foot he stepped out of.

"Harmony is precious, and harmony is precious!"

He thought silently in his heart, and the gloomy expression on his face also turned into a smirk.

Seeing the change in Meng Hang's expression, Duan Ning thought that he was afraid of his family's strength, and suddenly became arrogant again.

"Boy, I've seen a lot of people like you who want to get rich overnight by luck!"

"If you can open a perfect spiritual weapon today, how much will you buy and how much will this Young Master buy!"

"And it's double the market price!"

"real?"

Meng Hang's eyes lit up and said excitedly.

"Hehe, this Young Master is bad at everything, just not bad for money!"

"But I also told you that if you can't drive out today, as long as you meet me in the imperial capital in the future, you will have to take a detour!"

"Don't get in the way of daddy because of you!"

"Ha ha!"

Meng Hang pursed his lips and sneered.

"Well, Duan Shao, I don't need you to pay double the price!"

"As long as I select two unsealed spiritual tools in a row, if I can get a complete spiritual tool, you can buy it at the original price."

"But after seeing me in the imperial capital, I have to say [Master, you are here!] every time I see it."

"You stinky beggar is also worthy of letting Ben Young Master call him lord?"

Duan Ning roared angrily.

"Why, don't you dare?"

"Fart, there is nothing that the Young Master dares not!"

Duan Ning clenched his neck, and went straight into Meng Hang's aggressive tactics.

Seeing that things were a little noisy, the clerks on the side rushed over to persuade them to fight.

"Young Master Duan, you are a distinguished person, why bother with him!"

"That's right, that's not worth betting on him!"

After hearing everyone's persuasion, Duan Ning also calmed down a bit.

It's no good to win, but if you really lose, the money is easy to say, but losing this Face is a big deal.

I don't know who reported that the second Young Master of the Hua family was frightened by a high school student in a third-tier city and knelt down on the spot, and has become a laughing stock in the circle of the imperial family.

Seeing Duan Ning's hesitation, Meng Hang secretly said that it was not good, and hurriedly continued to ridicule:

"The Young Master of the Duan family is so bold that he doesn't even dare to take a bet?"

Sure enough, Duan Ning's face instantly turned red after being so provoked by him.

Don't look like he's irritated, but he's not stupid.

Being able to draw a complete spiritual weapon twice in a row is like an ordinary person winning the five million lottery twice in a row, the probability is basically zero.

Otherwise, it is impossible for him to accept Meng Hang's conditions.

"Boy, you don't need to provoke me!"

"Today is Uranus daddy coming, and this bet has to be played!"

"it is good!"

Meng Hang shouted loudly, and threw the long sword wrapped in crystals in his hand, and it landed firmly in the hands of a clerk.

"I'll choose this one, go and open it for me!"

Saying that, he threw the half a million in the Interspatial Ring.

The clerk who received the long sword looked ugly, but he had already reached the point where he could only take one step at a time.

Before taking the long sword to the machine that professionally decomposes crystals, carefully cut off the outer crystal layer by layer.

Not long after, a long sword glowing with cold light appeared.

"I'll try!"

Duan Ning snatched the long sword from the clerk's hand and directly poured Mental Energy into it.

The next moment, the long sword shines brightly, and a faint layer of Mental Energy is attached to the sword instantly.

"Low-level magic weapon!"

Everyone exclaimed and stared at Meng Hang in disbelief.

Low-level spiritual tools are actually not very rare in Tianfu Trading, but it is rare to be able to open a complete spiritual tool by picking only one.

Duan Ning said with an ugly face:

"Don't be complacent, kid, it's just luck this time, don't forget that we're betting that we can get a spirit weapon with two hands in a row!"

"That, Master Duan Young, give me the money for this low-level spiritual tool first."

Upon hearing this, Duan Ning snorted coldly.

"We'll count it together in a while, just a low-level spiritual weapon, I, Duan Ning, don't want to put in one's eyes."

"You're not short of money, I'm not. I only have 500,000 in Kabuto. If you don't give me money, I can't continue to buy it!"

Meng Hang spread his hands and said helplessly.

"you!"

Duan Ning's seven orifices give birth to smoke, and he dares to treat himself as an ATM!

"How much is a low-level spiritual tool?"

He asked the clerk next to him.

Usually, he doesn't even look at this kind of garbage, and naturally he doesn't understand the price of low-level spiritual tools.

"Young Duan, 1 million low-level spiritual tools are enough."

A clerk said tremblingly.

Duan Ning sneered and threw one million to Meng Hang.

Meng Hang took the money, and then threw 500,000 of it to the clerk, then turned around and continued to choose.

The red light in his eyes flashed again, and he looked at the pile of unsealed spirit artifacts.

When he first came here, Meng Hang wanted to keep a low profile and keep the water flowing, so he couldn't scour the wool all at once.

But the matter had come to this point, he didn't plan to leave any face for Tianfu Commercial Bank, and directly selected a most radiant spiritual weapon from it.

This time he chose an iron rod with rusted Madara Madara inside, and the engraved patterns on it could no longer be seen.

Duan Ning finally smiled at ease when he saw the iron rod handed over by Meng Hang.

"Hahaha, I just said you were lucky the first time!"

"Anyone with a little common sense knows that although the sealed spiritual tool cannot be seen from the outside, whether it still has spirituality."

"But over the years, people who gambled on spirit tools have still concluded a rule. The more intact the appearance of the spirit tool, the greater the chance of having spirituality."

"Look at this iron rod you picked, it's too heavy to set fire to others!"

After listening to his long talk, Meng Hang clucked his ears impatiently and said:

"There's so much nonsense, you won't know if it's a mule or a horse!"

"Hmph, don't look back if you don't hit the south wall."

Duan Ning snorted coldly and handed the iron rod directly to the clerk.

When the clerk saw this rusted Madara Madara iron rod, his face was also happy, knowing that it was impossible to produce a complete spiritual weapon from this kind of garbage.

Not long after, she handed the cut iron rod to Duan Ning.

Duan Ning took the iron rod and stared at Meng Hang with schadenfreude.

"Boy, when you see me in the future, you have to detour!"