"Four hundred billion? Xiangfeng, you dare to speak? Why don't you rob the bank?"

As soon as Xiang Feng finished speaking, Feng Buping couldn't help but roar.

This is not four million, but four hundred billion!

Feng Buping has saved for so many years, and only saved more than 10 billion, less than 20 billion. He still borrowed billions from other places to make up 20 billion.

I originally thought I could make 20 billion yuan from Xiangfeng.

But unexpectedly, Xiang Feng's strength was too strong, which made his plan fail, and he eventually lost 20 billion.

Xiang Feng was not satisfied with the 20 billion yuan, and wanted him to spend 20 billion yuan more.

Where can he go to get another 20 billion?

It's simply too much to deceive others!

"Bank a bank? Do you think I'm stupid, or are you stupid?"

Xiang Feng rolled his eyes and sneered: "Now in this society, will there be someone going to rob banks? Besides, robbing banks may not necessarily lead to robbing 20 billion yuan, and you have to take a lot of risks. Where can I get from you?

Here is a safe place to get two billion?"

Hearing this, Feng Buping almost spit out an old blood.

Yang Wangji couldn't help but say coldly: "Xingfeng, there are only 20 billion in the wind. If you transfer these 20 billion to you, you should be content, right? Why bother making things bigger?

If it's a big deal, it's not good for anyone, what do you think?"

His words showed a threat.

Xiang Feng was really a bit disrespectful. Yang Wangji took the initiative to stand up and reported to his house, but Xiang Feng actually asked them to give them an extra 20 billion to let Feng Wuping go.

I don’t take him seriously!

"Isn't it good to anyone? I don't think it's good! As long as I can get 40 billion, I don't think it's bad for me."

Xiang Feng said impatiently: "I'll ask you, do you give or not to give these 40 billion yuan? If you don't give, then I can only kill him! Even if I can't get the other 20 billion yuan, I don't care.

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Yang Wangji narrowed his eyes and said, "Kill my cousin? Then I'll see how you kill my cousin in front of me!"

As he spoke, the spiritual energy in his body suddenly started to flow.

A powerful aura suddenly enveloped the surroundings.

Martial Saint!

Moreover, he is not an ordinary martial saint.

It has reached at least one mid-term level.

"Dong!"

When Yang Wangji exposed his breath, Huang Minghao beside him also exposed his breath.

It’s just that his cultivation is slightly weak, and he is only a first-stage Martial Saint.

The two great martial saints have firmly locked in the direction of the wind.

As long as Xiang Feng dares to take action, they will join forces and launch the most violent counterattack against Xiang Feng.

"Just because of you two trash, you want to stop me? You think too much of yourself!"

Sneer at the wind.

After saying that, his body disappeared.

"Thunder!"

A low shout rang in everyone's ears.

Then, everyone felt a faint light of lightning flashing in front of their eyes, but no one could catch Xiang Feng's figure.

Even Ji Chen and several other two-star martial saints only saw a rough look.

"What a fast speed!"

"careful!"

Yang Wangji and Huang Minghao spoke one after another, their faces solemn.

Because after the wind disappears, they have a strong sense of crisis.

And their bodies also subconsciously took a step back.

The two of them were waiting intently, and the spiritual energy in their bodies reached its peak, and they were ready to welcome Xiang Feng's full-strength attack.

But at this moment, a mockery voice suddenly came from behind them.

"Sure enough! Waste is waste. I don't even know when I passed by you. How can you stop me?"

The speaker is obviously looking towards the wind.

The two of them subconsciously turned around and looked at Xiang Feng at some point, but they saw that there was already appeared behind them at some point.

Xiang Feng's palm firmly grasped Feng Buping's throat.

It's like carrying a chick.

As long as Xiang Feng's palm is exerted a little force, Feng Buping's throat will be pinched to pieces.

"How is that possible?"

"How could Xiang Feng be so fast? Such a speed is much faster than the peak Martial Saint of the first-star, and even faster than the ordinary two-star early-stage Martial Saint!"

"Is Xiang Feng good at speed, or... his cultivation level has also reached the second-star Martial Saint?"

At this moment, not only Yang Wangji and Huang Minghao, but also Ji Chen and others, their pupils couldn't help but shrink.

The strength Xiang Feng showed shocked them again and again.

"Four hundred billion, give it or not?"

Xiang Feng ignored their shocked expressions and asked coldly.

"Forget, Wangji Cousin, save me..."

Feng Buping made a difficult sound, his face full of fear, and his body was trembling.

Because he knew very well that his life and death were completely controlled by Xiang Feng.

He doesn't want to die!

Therefore, he could only let Yang Wangji save him.

Yang Wangji's face was so ugly that it could almost drip out of water.

He stared at Xiang Feng coldly, "Xiang Feng, it seems that I still underestimated you. I didn't expect your strength to be so strong. However, you have to understand one thing, no matter how strong you are, you are just a low-level martial saint.

And in our Yang family in Wuxi City, there are many middle-level martial saints. If you are enemies of my Yang family..."

"Bang!"

Before he could finish speaking, Xiang Feng fell on Feng Buping's chest with a palm.

"Puff! Cough..."

Feng Buping immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.

But because his throat was pinched by Xiang Feng, the blood choked him and coughed repeatedly, his face suddenly pale and his breath became weaker.

"Where is so much nonsense? You just need to answer me, will the 40 billion be redirected? If you don't, then don't be redirected, you just need to collect your cousin's body."

Xiang Feng's attitude is very direct.

Either give money or collect the body.

As for what Yang family is not Yang family...

The ancient martial arts forces that Xiang Feng offended now are not one or two, and even if there is one more Yang family, he will not take it seriously.

"Brother Yang, let's raise enough money for Xiang Feng first!"

Huang Minghao pulled Yang Wangji with an angry face.

Yang Wangji took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and murderous intent, and then said: "Okay! I'll transfer money to you now, you can put my cousin down. There are still 20 billion yuan on his card, he

I will transfer it to you together!"

"This is almost the same!"

The wind brought down the wind unevenness.

Soon, Feng Buping took out his cell phone and turned Xiang Feng over 20 billion.

On Yang Wangji's side, Huang Minghao moved a little, and then he collected 20 billion yuan and transferred it to Xiang Feng together.

"More than 130 billion!"

Xiang Feng looked at the balance on the card, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I was originally worried that after spending 100 billion to buy red bone flowers from Ji Suyi, I would completely become a poor man.

But now, even if you use 100 billion, there are still more than 30 billion left.
Chapter completed!