Chen Feng was a little worried. He felt that he seemed to have escaped from his control at that moment, which made him a little worried, but he instantly suppressed the worry.

Then, he looked back at the chief manager and smiled and said, " Chief Manager, I haven't paid for this knife yet, but I'm rashly borrowing it. I hope you forgive me."

The chief manager laughed: "Young Master Chen, you took action with righteousness and made anger for our soldiers and weapons. I'm grateful. How could I get angry?"

"What? Qi Yuanliang is dead?" Lieyang Wenrui stood up suddenly, stared at the Lieyang family guards in front of him, and shouted in disbelief.

The guards of the Lieyang family were so scared that they trembled and said, "Yes, they are dead."

"He went to challenge Chen Feng today, but was killed by Chen Feng with one knife before the Warrior Weapons!"

"What? How many slashes? How many slashes do you say?" Lie Yang Wenrui narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous light flashed inside.

The guard said in a trembling voice: "One knife."

"You're sure you only used one knife?"

"I'm sure everyone saw it!" said the guard.

"Okay." Lie Yang Wenrui showed a cold look on his face, and he waved his hand and signaled him to retreat.

Then, the cold look on his face turned into a hint of solemnity: "Chen Feng, Chen Feng, I didn't expect that your strength would progress quite quickly. He actually killed the peak master of the Nine Star Martial King with one sword."

But then, this trace of solemnity turned into a strong sense of arrogance and disdain: "But, so what?"

"My strength is far from reaching. You are afraid that you will be able to do your best with your sword? And for me, such a move can be used countless times."

"Okay, I'm looking forward to you, I'm looking forward to your fame now, I'm looking forward to your popularity now, so that I'll step on you, I'll step on you happier and more comfortable!"

"After all, stepping on is an unknown person, not a skill. It is only if you step on a young hero like you to death, which makes people happy!"

He laughed loudly, and as for Qi Yuanliang's death, he didn't care about it at all.

This person's cold-bloodedness can be seen!

Chen Feng asked the big manager: "Big manager, this big manager, I wonder how much you want to sell this blood-stained giant knife?"

The chief manager stretched out five fingers and repeated it again.

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows and asked, "One million Xuanhuang Stone?"

The chief manager smiled and said, "That's right."

Chen Feng took a deep breath. This knife was equivalent to the entire property of several first-class families.

However, this is unimaginable. After all, this kind of thing is a rare thing and is rare in the entire Tianyuan Dynasty!

He pondered for a moment and said, "I can't make so many gossips here now. Can I use other things to compensate?"

"What to use?" asked the chief manager.

Chen Feng said slowly: "Demon Pill."

"Of course," said the manager with a smile: "Our family consumes a lot of demon pills, and they are now collecting a lot of such things. If you can provide high-level demon pills, I can also raise the price for you!"

Chen Feng smiled and said, "How do you say the price?"

"The Eight-Star Demon King's Early Demon Pill, a 50,000-piece Xuanhuang Stone."

"The Eight Star Martial King's Middle-stage Demon Pill, 80,000 Xuanhuang Stone."

"The Eight-Star Martial King Peak Demon Pill, a 150,000-yuan Xuanhuang Stone!"

Chen Feng nodded and took out all the demon pills he had obtained these days.

The manager calculated and smiled and said, "There are a total of 1.1 million Xuanhuang stones. Otherwise, you should not take away the extra 100,000 Xuanhuang stones. I will sell you a book, which is a discount."

"Sell it to me at a discount, and you still need 100,000 Xuanhuang Stone?" Chen Feng raised his eyebrows and asked with interest: "I wonder what book it is?"

The great manager's expression became solemn and said, "This book is a map compiled by our soldiers and weapons ancestors who spent tens of thousands of years traveling around the world."

"This map shows forty-seven places where the weapon soul may appear!"

"Of course, it's just possible, and I don't dare to fully confirm it. Some are even heard of it, but I guess, this is also very helpful to Mr. Chen, right?"

Chen Feng shivered with excitement in his eyes.

It would be too cheap to sell such a map to yourself by selling 100,000 Xuanhuang Stones.

Chen Feng estimated that even if he sold 500,000 Xuanhuang Stone, some strong people would be able to steal the heads. After all, this involves the soul of the weapon!

Chen Feng immediately said, "Then thank you, the manager."

The chief manager smiled and then went back to the secret room to take out a thick, already yellowed book and give it to Chen Feng!

The two of them said a few more words, and Chen Feng said goodbye immediately.

Looking at his back, the manager sighed in his heart: "Chen Feng, our soldier family, I'm sorry to you, I'm sorry to you."

"That weapon soul technique is regarded as a compensation for you!"

Chen Feng returned to the Cliff, looked at the blood-stained sword in his hand, and suddenly smiled bitterly.

He patted the huge blade: "Because of you, I'm now poor again."

At this time, Chen Feng also felt the sweetness of escalating in battle and hunting monsters to gain wealth.

You know, he could never get one million Xuanhuang stones in the past, but now he has gathered all the monsters that have been killed for more than ten days!

Chen Feng laughed: "What are you afraid of if the demon pill is gone? Just kill the monsters again!"

Then, Chen Feng came to the embankment with a giant blood-deep sword.

This was the 20th day since the beast tide began, and just as soon as he arrived on the dam, Chen Feng felt something was wrong.

It turned out that at this time, there were large reddish-brown traces everywhere on the dam. It can be seen that the place has been deliberately cleaned, but it cannot be washed off even if it is washed.

Because this is the blood of monks, this is the blood of innocent people.

Sprinkle on the stone and it seems to be able to melt deeply into it!

Chen Feng whispered: "This means that the battlefield has already advanced from the water surface to the embankment, and the embankment is almost unbearable."

At this time, Chen Feng also saw that there were thirty or forty fewer disciples in the inner courtyard than before.

Presumably, those people have all died in battle.

On the Wangjiang Tower, the dozen true disciples who had supported the previous support sat there silently. Each of them looked very ugly, and they had many injuries on their bodies. Some even had their arms and legs broken, and even their eyes were poked!
Chapter completed!