Douluo: At the beginning, Xiao Wu becomes evil and breaks off the engagement with Tang San

Chapter 150 Ancestor Chen Feng has the potential to be a profiteer

"I have a total of three level nine custom-installed soul-guided artillery shells. Can I exchange them for three 10-year-old jelly grasses? There are also more than a dozen level [-] and [-] shells, all of which I can exchange for [-]-year-old jelly grasses."

An old, ninth-level soul engineer came to Chen Feng first.

This shows that he is a talented person, and his wealth is extremely rich. He actually has three level nine custom-installed soul-guided artillery shells.

Just listening to it made Chen Feng drool with surprise.

Suddenly, he changed his mind.

"No, each person can only purchase one 10-year-old fairy grass."

Chen Feng said with an annoyed look on his face: "I only have a few 10-year-old fairy grass. If you replace them all, what will happen to the others? You have to be polite, okay? You look older than others." Big, respect the old and love the young!"

Hearing this, the decrepit ninth-level soul master was immediately speechless: "If you respect the old and love the young, isn't there still respect for the elderly?"

But looking at the people queuing up behind him, he changed his mind and gritted his teeth and said: "Two plants! I will use three level nine custom-installed soul-guided artillery shells in exchange for two of your 10-year-old jelly grass, and the remaining eight-level fixed installations Can the soul-guided artillery shells and the seventh-level custom-made soul-guided artillery shells be replaced by ten thousand-year-old fairy grass?"

"Okay! It's too good!"

Chen Feng couldn't hide the proud look on his face, as if a profiteer had tricked a novice.

Hearing his words, the aging ninth-level soul engineer seemed to realize something was wrong, and suddenly showed hesitation.

Suddenly, an older ninth-level soul engineer squeezed in from behind and cursed at him angrily: "Change it or not! If you don't change it, get out of the way. I have five level-[-] fixed soul guide shells and so on. It’s time to change.”

Hearing this, the old, ninth-level soul engineer hurriedly said, "Change! Definitely change!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly took out three level [-] fixed soul-guided artillery shells, seven level [-] fixed-installed soul-guided artillery shells, and ten level [-] fixed-installed soul-guided artillery shells from the storage soul-guiding artifacts, a total of twenty pieces. There were too many metal balls the size of basketballs and they immediately rolled to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding disciples of the Zombie God Sect and the soul masters of the Sun and Moon Empire suddenly looked horrified and ran away in all directions.

Even Chen Feng was startled, with countless cold sweats on his face.

"Can you do it? Don't let these explode. We will all die by then!" Chen Feng said angrily.

The old, ninth-level soul engineer quickly apologized and said with a smile: "No, no, the procedure for detonating a fixed soul-guided cannonball is very complicated, and it cannot be detonated without sufficient soul power fluctuations."

"Oh!"

Chen Feng nodded and said, "That's it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and several fairy grasses emerged from the void in front of him.

"There are two 10-year-old jelly grass here and ten [-]-year-old jelly grass here, which is enough for you to rise one or two levels."

Hearing this, the old and ninth-level soul engineer quickly reached out and put these immortal grasses into the storage soul guide.

"Thank you, thank you! Thank you! Thank you, little friend."

As soon as he finished speaking, he left under the jealous eyes of the soul masters from the Sun and Moon Empire.

For these ninth-level soul mentors, most of them can make ninth-level custom-made soul-guided artillery shells, but it just takes time.

But improving their soul power is as difficult as climbing to the sky for them.

A level [-] soul engineer might be able to spend several years making a level [-] fixed soul cannonball.

But if they spend several years practicing meditation, they will definitely not be able to improve their soul power by one level.

Even if they spend more than ten years or even decades practicing meditation, they still cannot improve their soul power by one level.

The vast majority of ninth-level soul masters have been in the ranks of titled Douluo for decades, and only a handful can reach level 91 soul power.

The vast majority of ninth-level soul mentors will never be able to break through the level 91 threshold in their lifetime, let alone level 92, 93, and 94 in the future.The Holy Spirit Sect has peerless Douluo and even Extreme Douluo, but the strongest people in the Sun and Moon Empire only have level 94 soul power and have not yet entered the ranks of super Douluo, which shows the speed of their cultivation.

After pocketing three level nine fixed-installed soul-guided artillery shells, seven level-[-] fixed-installed soul-guided artillery shells, and ten level-[-] fixed-installed soul-guided artillery shells, a total of twenty fixed-installed soul-guided artillery shells, Chen Feng raised his head and raised his head. Shouting: "Who's next?"

The old ninth-level soul instructor who was just lining up behind the old ninth-level soul instructor quickly stepped forward and said, "I'll do it, I'll do it."

"I have five fixed soul-guided artillery shells. I can exchange them for three 10-year-old fairy grass."

Chen Feng said: "But each person can only buy one plant. It's useless for you to eat so many by yourself. Why don't you let the other ninth-level soul masters behind eat a few 10-year-old fairy grass by soaking it in the rain and dew."

As soon as these words came out, all the ninth-level soul masters from the Sun and Moon Empire in front responded.

"That's it!"

"You can't digest it all by yourself, so why don't you share it with the rain and dew so that everyone can improve?"

"Old Ancestor Chen, can you let me come first? I just want a level [-] fixed soul-guided artillery shell. I will give you a few more level [-] fixed-installed soul-guided artillery shells. Can you let me go first?"

For a while, voices sounded one after another.

The old ninth-level soul master's face suddenly turned ugly: "But."

A smile appeared on Chen Feng's lips.

He counted down silently in his mind.

"three."

"two."

"one."

"Two plants!"

The old ninth-level soul engineer gritted his teeth and said: "I only want two 10-year-old jelly grass! Five level-10 custom-installed soul guide shells can be exchanged for two [-]-year-old jelly grass!"

Hearing this, Chen Feng was very surprised. It was the first time he saw this buyer actively driving up prices, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

In order to make the buyer feel better, Chen Feng kindly pretended to be reluctant: "But..."

When the old ninth-level soul engineer saw it, he immediately became anxious: "Please, little brother, you bought this fairy grass not for me to eat, but for my two granddaughters. It's useless for me to eat it when I'm so old." , but they are both still young, and I hope they can go further than me."

Hearing this, Chen Feng felt even more embarrassed.

He said no more and agreed: "Okay. Then I will make an exception again and give you two 10-year-old fairy grass in exchange."

Chen Feng waved his hand fiercely and took out two 10-year-old jelly grass and five [-]-year-old jelly grass from the Zombie God Space.

"The extra five thousand-year-old jelly grass is a gift from me. I think you have a good eye for it. Maybe your two granddaughters will meet me again in the future."

When the old ninth-level soul engineer heard this, he immediately beamed with joy and said, "Thank you, little brother. I see your talent. I will definitely bring my two granddaughters to visit you someday!"

With that said, he took out five level nine fixed soul cannon shells from the storage soul guidance device and handed them to Chen Feng.

Chen Feng was already happy, but he had to pretend to be calm.

After stuffing five level nine fixed soul cannonballs into the Zombie God's space, Chen Feng raised his head again and shouted.

"Next, who will come!"

(End of this chapter)