Emperor Wanjian

Chapter 117 The Transaction of Wanbao Building

"Earth-level mid-grade!"

Hearing Jian Fengyun's words, Qian Jinzhuo was startled. He thought that it would be good if Jian Fengyun could produce the best spiritual skill of Xuan rank. After all, a spiritual skill has a great relationship with the strength of the family, but he didn't expect that , as soon as Jian Fengyun opened his mouth, he was a mid-level earth-level player.

Qian Jinzhuo didn't hesitate, and responded directly: "Brother Fengyun, I, Wanbaolou, are willing to offer 1000 million low-grade spirit stones to buy!"

Jian Fengyun frowned slightly, his expression suddenly paused.

1000 million low-grade spirit stones, that is [-] top-grade spirit stones, the price is much higher than he imagined.

Before, I worked so hard to blackmail the eight major families, but exchanged more than a thousand top-grade spirit stones, but a mid-level earth-level spirit skill can be sold for such a high price. If I had known it, I would not have bothered to blackmail them!
Seeing Jian Fengyun's forehead slightly wrinkled, his eyes distracted, and seemed dissatisfied, Qian Jinzhuo couldn't help but gritted his teeth, and said: "Little brother Fengyun, 2000 million, I know the value of an earth-level middle-grade spiritual skill is very high, but yours The family doesn't use that many spiritual skills at the moment, and I, Wanbaolou, are willing to pay 2000 million small spirit stones to buy the mid-level ground-level spiritual skills in your hands!"

Jian Fengyun's face brightened immediately, he didn't expect that he was just slightly surprised, but the price doubled, what a surprise!

Jian Fengyun smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and said: "Treasurer Qian is so kind, I will naturally not refuse, 2000 million low-grade spirit stones will be converted into top-grade spirit stones for me, and I will send them to the northern barbarian land together with those eight things in a while. Go back and get your magic skills!"

Qian Jinzhuo cupped his hands slightly, and said: "Then thank you little brother Fengyun, if you need anything in the future, you can come to me, and Qian will definitely help me!"

Jian Fengyun smiled lightly, and said: "After seven days, if there is no accident, there is really a business about pills that needs to be cooperated with Wanbaolou. I hope that we can reach an agreement by then!"

Qian Jinzhuo cupped his hands and said: "That's natural, please ask little brother Fengyun to go back first, I will ask someone to send the things over in a while!"

Qian Jinzhuo sent Jian Fengyun to the door, looked at Fengyun and the back of leaving, couldn't help shaking his head in amazement, and said: "You are really a generation of pride!"

At this moment, a figure in brocade clothes suddenly appeared beside him, snorting and said in a disdainful voice: "What kind of arrogance, isn't it just a little adventure that allows him to get some peerless formations and skills? If I have these things, I may not be worse than him." !"

Qian Jinzhuo turned around, only to see that the person who spoke was his grandson——Qian Ming, he couldn't help but get angry, and said: "Arrays, exercises? You still have the face to say, how much I have given you since childhood?" In the end, you gave up halfway through your cultivation, if you can have half the hard work and half the talent of Little Brother Fengyun, Grandpa will be relieved!"

When Qian Ming heard this, a look of anger suddenly appeared on his face, "Hmph! I know how to praise swords all day long. Wang Jing is like this. I didn't expect you to be like this, grandpa. How can I be inferior to him?"

Qian Jinzhuo was furious when he heard it, and he scolded, "You still dare to talk back, since you want to know how you are not as good as him, grandpa will tell you today, from talent to strength, you are not as good as him in every point, don't think that you are not as good as him." You can defeat him if you are in the real spirit realm. If he really makes a move, you can't even stop him with a sword. Also, can you put your mind on which Wang Jing every day? With a woman? Hmph, unreasonable!"

After speaking, he flicked his sleeves and left.

Looking at the back of his grandfather rushing away angrily, Qian Ming's face became ferocious, his eyes were bloodshot and red, his fists were crackling, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Jian Fengyun, wait for me, I will sooner or later I want to find a chance to defeat you, and let Jing'er and my grandfather know that I, Qian Ming, are not inferior to you!"

At the same time, Jian Fengyun stepped into the small world of Beiman.

Just a few days later, a lot of spiritual trees and elixir have been planted on this thousand-mile grassland. The small world is full of spiritual energy, and the land is nourished by the spiritual energy, which is especially suitable for the growth of spiritual things.

"Young patriarch!"

"Young patriarch!"

As Jian Fengyun walked all the way, everyone in the Jian family greeted Jian Fengyun one after another.

Suddenly, a little boy in white trotted towards Jian Fengyun, ran to Jian Fengyun and stopped abruptly, opened his persistent eyes, and said: "Brother Fengyun, you are finally back, you haven't gone to the martial arts field today to teach us how to practice swords Woolen cloth!"

Jian Fengyun slightly nodded, and said: "Okay, Liu'er, I'm going to the martial arts arena, have you practiced the sword that I taught you yesterday?"

The little boy was Jian Liu'er, Jian Chuan's son who got lost alone that day!

When he was found by Jian Yuntian that day, he told Jian Fengyun that he wanted Jian Fengyun to accept him as a disciple and teach him how to practice. He wanted to protect the Jian family, and he wanted all bad guys not to bully the Jian family.

Seeing that persistent gaze, Jian Fengyun couldn't help feeling a little flustered in his heart, he should be like this, but he didn't accept him as a disciple, but only agreed to teach him the way of swordsmanship.

Jian Fengyun observed Jian Liu'er's walking steps, his steps were steady and his eyes were calm. Although he was small in stature, he walked with an invisible aura of a strong man.

Apparently, the little boy had practiced a lot with his sword in his absence.

Soon, Jian Fengyun walked to the so-called Martial Arts Field. The Jian family had only been here for a few days, and it was said to be a Martial Arts Field, but it was actually just a three-way stone platform next to an old willow tree, on which an anti-attack formation was laid , to prevent damage.

Three sides of the stone platform are middle-aged children on one side, young children on the other side, and children's children on the other side.

As soon as Jian Fengyun came over, he saw members of the Jian family on the stone platform practicing spiritual skills on the stone platform.

"Young patriarch!"

"Young patriarch!"

Seeing Jian Fengyun, the members of the Jian family stopped what they were doing and came forward to say hello.

"Young patriarch, the medicinal liquid you asked Master Yao to prepare is really effective. Yesterday I was exhausted from practicing and went back to the room to wash the medicinal liquid. When I woke up the next day, I found that the quality of my spiritual root had changed to a mysterious level. , the spiritual power cultivated in the body is also more pure!"

"Me too, but my effect is not as obvious as Jianshi's. I just feel that the speed of cultivation is faster than before!"

Jian Fengyun had ordered Yao Shisan to prepare several kinds of liquid medicine for the Jian family members, and now it seems that it has worked.

Jian Fengyun smiled faintly, and said: "It's good that it works, the future of the Jian family depends on you, all I can do is to do my best, the martial arts journey is all up to me!"

"The young patriarch is right, we will definitely work hard!" The surrounding clansmen echoed.

Jian Qiuping came over with a sword in hand, and said, "Young patriarch, do you want to give us some advice when you come here today?"

Jian Fengyun took a look at Jian Qiuping, looked around, and said calmly: "That's right, I'm looking at the sword!"

Halfway through the conversation, Jian Fengyun stretched out his hand to grab it, and a long sword with sword Yuanli condensed out, stabbing at Jian Qiuping.

(End of this chapter)