Peerless Martial Soul

When Chen Feng heard this, he was shocked, his back dripping with cold sweat.

He understood what the old man meant, he bowed his head and thanked respectfully: "Thank you, senior, for the suggestion."

"Yeah." The old man nodded and waved his hand: "Since you are a disciple of the deceased, I have said a few more words. Hurry up and collect the good stuff and go!"

"I haven't asked the old man's name yet." Chen Feng asked.

"Old man Gu Chanzi." The old man smiled.

Chen Feng thanked again, and then left.

After leaving Yaoshixuan, Chen Feng saw a person walking across from him, who was the middle-aged man who had been holding down the price in the store just now.

Looking at the cloth roll in Chen Feng's hand, the middle-aged man looked ugly.

"Did you sell things?" the middle-aged man asked in a cold voice.

Chen Feng said lightly: "Sold it."

"Dare to sell the things that Elder Chen wants to others, you will wait for me, you will die ugly." The middle-aged man said viciously.

When he saw Chen Feng coming out of the Medicine Master's Pavilion, he knew that this time he couldn't get the black blood snake skin. If it's another store, he might still dare to grab it, but this store, he dare not touch it.

"Master, I'm waiting for your means." Chen Feng sneered.

The middle-aged man said angrily: "Okay, you wait."

Chen Feng ignored him again, turned and left.

The middle-aged man stared at his back, with a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.

"Chen Feng?"

Chen Feng was walking, and suddenly heard a clear shout from behind.

Chen Feng looked back, and after seeing the person clearly, he smiled and said, "Sister Han."

A young girl walked quickly towards him.

The girl was sixteen or seventeen years old, older than Chen Feng, tall and tall, a head taller than the average man, and even taller than Chen Feng.

She wore a close-fitting outfit, with long legs that were straight and slender. When she walked, she walked in a straight line like a pair of scissors, which showed a sense of skill and agility.

She is not beautiful, but she is also very beautiful, full of wild beauty. She carried a three-foot-long soft whip in her hand, dangling.

Han Yuer, the daughter of Han Cong.

Han Yu'er glanced at Chen Feng and frowned: "Why are you here? How many people in the sect look down on you, don't you know why you should be insulted?"

Chen Feng didn't get angry either, and smiled: "I'll wander around."

"Don't wander around." Han Yu'er said in a bad mood: "I'll take you out to save you from having trouble."

She turned around and said coldly: "Go."

Chen Feng smiled and followed.

Speaking of which, Han Yuer and Chen Feng have no feelings either. She actually looked down on Chen Feng a bit, but she never bullied him. She looked cold, but she was not bad.

Han Yuer didn't want to talk to Chen Feng, and walked quickly in front.

When passing by a booth, she seemed to have seen something, knelt down, picked up an object from the booth and looked at it in her hand.

Then he said a few words to the stall owner, shook his head, put down his things and prepared to leave.

At this moment, the stall owner grabbed her clothes suddenly, and said with a chuckle: "Xiao Nizi, you broke my spirit jade and you want to leave?"

Han Yuer frowned and said coldly: "Don't spit people, who broke your spirit jade?"

"Isn't it broken?" The stall owner pointed to the ground and shouted: "Everyone is here to comment! See if she broke my spirit jade!"

Looking in the direction of his fingers, sure enough, something on the stall was broken in half, but looking at the dust, it was obviously a normal stone.

Han Yuer knew what happened to him.

In the Waizong Bazaar, there are many such people, who specialize in blackmailing others. Breaking one of his stubborn stones can make you lose a piece of spiritual jade.

Moreover, they are generally not low-powered. The blackmailed person is not only indefensible, but also unable to beat him. Not only will he be extorted a large amount of money, but he will also be beaten, which is terrible.

"Let go!" Han Yuer's brow condensed with a sullen air.

The one holding Han Yuer's clothes was a thin man in a white robe in his thirties. He smiled wryly: "I won't let go, what can you do with me?"

"The chick is pretty! So, you can either take a hundred low-grade spirit stones to compensate, or you can sleep with me for ten and a half days!"

Talking lustfully laughed.

The whip shadow flashed, and Han Yuer's whip was slammed on the face of the thin white robe. The thin white robe didn't have time to dodge, so he was taken away directly.

A terrible wound appeared on his face, as deep as an inch, the flesh was rolled, even the bones were exposed, and one eye was directly blown.

The onlookers all around took a breath.

This long-legged girl is really hot-tempered, and she is cruel enough to start. The thin white robe who molested her had the acquired triple level of cultivation, and was flew out by her whip.

The thin white robe covered his face and screamed, Han Yuer turned around and said to Chen Feng: "Go, let's go quickly."

"The one who beat me wants to leave? How can there be such a cheap thing in the world?" A rough voice sounded.

A sturdy man walked out of a storefront next to him. He was two meters tall and he was very sturdy, with strong muscles that seemed to burst.