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The old shopkeeper smiled and had a kind smile. He was as harmless as an old man next door.

But in He Feng's eyes, it was as cold as the cold winter, which made him feel cold from the bottom of his heart.

Because the old shopkeeper is so hiding that he actually possesses the strength of a level nine martial artist, he is really a super strong man.

The most important reason is that He Feng knew that the eldest young master didn’t have that much money at all and could not pay the bill at all.

The consequences of not being able to pay the bill are usually very miserable, especially this place is the Shenbing Pavilion.

Therefore, He Feng's spiritual sense immediately extended and was observing closely how to lead He Wuhen to break through and escape later.

However, He Wuhen seemed to be in a hurry at all. He smiled and took the iron outside the sky and placed it on the table.

"Old shopkeeper, this is 20 million taels of silver notes, please take a look."

While speaking, He Wuhen took out a stack of silver notes from his arms, a thick stack of them piled up like a hill.

The old shopkeeper had a strong sense of spiritual consciousness. After scanning for a while, he confirmed that the number was not bad.

"Well, it's indeed 20 million taels of silver notes, which is not bad at all. But what about the rest?"

After putting the silver notes into the wide sleeves, the old shopkeeper stretched out his hand to He Wuhen again.

He Wuhen scratched his head awkwardly and said to the old shopkeeper apologetically: "I'm sorry, I only brought so many silver notes tonight."

"Oh?" The old shopkeeper still had a smile on his face, which was as bark as old as tree bark, but the smile in his eyes slowly dissipated and became a little hesitant.

"But, old shopkeeper, don't worry." He Wu respectfully patted the old shopkeeper's shoulder, and took out a stack of yellowed old paper from his arms.

"Although I didn't bring so many silver notes, this thing should be more valuable than silver notes. Let's calculate the price based on it."

After saying that, He Wuhen slapped the stack of yellowed old paper on the table.

The eyes of He Feng and the old shopkeeper fell on the stack of old papers, and their expressions became particularly exciting.

After seeing the stack of paper clearly, He Feng was about to hold his head and cry, because it was the real estate deed of Fengyun Colosseum!

"Old Master! The eldest master is so spoiled! The industry we finally built was defeated by him!"

Seeing the property deed, He Feng felt bitter and was about to drip out of water.

The old shopkeeper smiled and looked at He Wuhen with a playful look, saying, "I dare to ask, is this young master the eldest son of the He family?"

Having said this, He Wuhen stopped hiding, took off his cloak, revealing his true face.

"The old shopkeeper is indeed as keen as a wise man, he is the boy."

He Wuhen bowed and clasped his fists to the old shopkeeper and said, "Old shopkeeper, you also know that it is already the limit for a kid to be able to take out 60 million taels of silver tonight. The remaining 50 million taels are left, so the kid can only use this industry to pay off his debts."

The old shopkeeper stroked his beard with one hand and picked up the property deed with the other hand and looked at it. After a while, he smiled and said, "Although using the property deed to pay off the debt is not in line with the rules of our Shenbing Pavilion, I can make the decision, so I will sell the favor He Dashou."

"But, a mere Colosseum is not worth the price of 50 million taels. Mr. He, please add some more."

After hearing what the old shopkeeper said, He Wuheng was worried and happy. He took out two more real estate deeds and handed them to the old shopkeeper.

"This is the land deed of Fengyu Tower, this is the land deed of Fengyun Pavilion. These should be enough for these to add up."

The old shopkeeper reached out to take the three real estate deeds, patted his palms gently, nodded and smiled, "It's enough. OK, then this matter is settled."

"Mr. He, I won't give it to you!"

"Old shopkeeper, please stay, there will be a time later!"

The two of them bowed each other with fists, and then He Wuhen left with satisfaction.

Until he returned to He's mansion, He Feng was still a little confused, feeling a little distressed, and at the same time, he felt unfathomable about He Wuhen's techniques.

Walking on the road of He Mansion, He Feng was holding two boxes of Xuan soldiers and following He Wuhen.

Seeing that he still had a grumpy expression on his face, He Wuheng curled his lips and smiled: "He Feng, why are you like a dead wife?"

"Master, I feel sorry for those three industries. We tried our best to get it back, but you sent it out." He Feng explained his thoughts honestly.

He Wuhen patted his shoulder and comforted him earnestly: "Hey, He Feng, it's not that the young master said to you, you need to change your personality as a wealthy miser. This is not good!"

"We originally stolen these three industries, so why would you feel sorry for sending them out? Besides, according to our He family's current situation, how long do you think we can stay in Yujing City?"

"Instead of running away from Yujing City, these properties will be cheaper than the royal family, so it is better to sell them to the Divine Soldier Pavilion now! Anyway, the Divine Soldier Pavilion is so powerful that the emperor can't afford to offend it."

He Feng was stunned when he heard this. He thought for a while before showing joy. He nodded wildly and said, "Yes, why didn't I expect it! You are the long-term, Master, you think."

"Tsk!" He Wuhen silently compared his middle finger, then waved his sleeves and went back to rest.

"He Feng, remember to send those mysterious weapons down and equip each of the elite guards with a set of second-level mysterious weapons, and the guard captains with a set of third-level mysterious weapons."

"Okay, let me leave this."

He Feng received the order with joy and went to distribute equipment to the guards.

On this side, He Wuhen returned to the newly repaired bedroom, so he couldn't wait to close the door and take out the iron from the sky from the wrapped space.

Fortunately, he has now become a second-level martial artist, with nearly 50,000 kilograms of strength, comparable to the power of a fifth-level martial artist, so he can hold the iron from the sky with one hand.

He put the meteorite from the sky on the ground, and a deep pit was suddenly pressed out of the ground, which made He Wuhen stagger.

He took out the eight mysterious weapons that had been prepared from the wrapping space and took out the blood-drinking knife.

With a thought, a curtain of light appeared in front of him that only he could see.

He put the blood-drinking knife in, and then put the meteorite iron in the sky and eight level 3 artifacts in it.

At the same time, the system prompt sound finally rang in his mind.

"The conditions for eight level 3 mysterious weapons are met, the conditions for one piece of meteorite outside the sky are met, and the Blood-Drinking Demon Sword meets the requirements for upgrading to a level 3 mysterious soldier. Is it upgraded?"

He heard the system prompt, He Wuhen looked expectant and chose to upgrade without hesitation.

Suddenly, a squeak sound came from the light curtain, like a surging thunder and lightning.

The dazzling purple light also came from the light curtain, illuminating the entire room with purple air.

This time the upgrade time was longer than ever before. It took a quarter of an hour before the purple light gradually dissipated.

When the purple light finally dissipated and the strange sound finally stopped, the system prompt sounded again in He Wuhen's mind.

"Ding! The Blood-Drinking Demon Sword has been upgraded and has been successfully upgraded to a level 3 Xuan Soldier."

"Ding! The sword soul is opened!"

When he heard the first prompt, He Wuhen's face showed joy.

When he heard the next sentence, his face suddenly froze, he was a little stunned, and his eyes showed a look of confusion.

"The sword soul is opened? What is this?"

His mind was full of doubts, and He Wuhen couldn't wait to take out the blood-drinking knife and hold it in his palm and look at it.

As soon as the blood-drinking knife appeared, He Wuhen was stunned by its cool appearance, and a strong sense of joy appeared in his eyes.

I saw that the originally dark and inconspicuous blood-drinking knife became darker and deeper, and the cold blade made people feel heart-pounding.

Moreover, the blade was surrounded by a faint purple mist, floating and swaying but not leaving, changing its shape from time to time.

At a moment, these purple mists appeared in the form of a giant python, and at a moment they became like a tiger, and at a moment they became like a bird.

In short, the mysterious purple mist lingers on the blade makes the Blood-Drinking Sword full of mysterious aura.

Moreover, He Wuhen held the blood-drinking knife and could clearly sense that a strong desire was conveyed in the blade.

That feeling is like a starving ghost facing delicious food, or a traveler about to die of thirst in the desert, eager to see the oasis.

He Wuhen didn't know what the Blood-Drinking Knife was longing for, but he could guess that it was nothing more than blood or soul.

Thinking of this, he felt more and more that this magic knife was not only full of domineering and mysterious aura, but also had a chilling cold and evil aura of the demonic path.

"Damn, it's so cool. I'll kill people with this knife in the future. Wouldn't it be crazy and cool?"

He was fantasizing about the sword dancing transforming into thousands of illusions and the sword light spreading across the world. He Wuhen was so excited that he couldn't help himself.

After calming down for a while, he began to check what the so-called sword soul was.

Soon, he found the so-called sword soul in the introduction of the attributes of the Blood-Drinking Demon Sword.

Blood-Drinking Demon Sword: Level 3 Xuan Soldier, weighing 7,000 kilograms, and four special effects for the magic weapon.

Drinking Blood: After hitting the enemy's key points, it has a 20% chance to trigger, absorbs ten% of the enemy's strength and converts it into experience value.

Bloodthirsty: After killing the target, there is a 20% chance to trigger, and an additional double the experience value is obtained.

One is rising and the other is getting worse: passive skills, martial arts power increases by 40%, and the consumption of energy is reduced by 20%.

Sword Soul: Passive skill. After killing a target that is stronger than itself, it will absorb the target's flesh and blood power and soul and give birth to the sword soul.

Each sword soul will double the power of weapons and martial arts. Consumption of a sword soul can release a powerful soul-breaking slash.

After the sword soul is consumed, it needs to be condensed again, and at most six sword souls can only exist at the same time.

After reading this introduction, He Wuhen was completely stunned.

After taking two deep breaths, he calmed down his thumping heart, but the strong joy and excitement still made him unable to help but exclaim.

"Damn! This sword soul skill is so awesome!"

If he said that he was still feeling distressed about consuming a sky-high-priced meteorite iron before ascending to level 3.

At this moment, he felt that all the efforts were worth it. He exchanged the sky-high price of 70 million yuan for such an awesome magic weapon special effect.

Just two words, it's worth it!;
Chapter completed!