Emperor Wanjian

Chapter 56

"50, that's a lot, Jian Fengyun, why don't you grab it!" Pan Xiong couldn't take it anymore and roared.

"En, is there a lot?" Jian Fengyun asked himself, and then said, "Then you have 100 million!"

"I" Pan Xiong's whole body was on fire, and he wanted to curse again.

"Why, 100 million is too little, let's make it 200 million!" Jian Fengyun said lightly, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised.

As soon as Jian Fengyun's words fell, Pan Xiong's face turned green instantly, as if he had eaten a fly.

"Jian Fengyun, my Pan family is as rich as an enemy, are you sure you want to force me?" Pan Xiong gritted his teeth.

"Mr. Pan, what are you talking about? Jian just invites everyone to drink tea. The ticket is [-] yuan. Tea is free of money. Jian wants to invite everyone to drink, but you don't want to drink it. You want to drink with Jian. It's not a joke that people do it, but now it's the other person saying that someone is persecuting him." Jian Fengyun said calmly.

"You..." Pan Xiong was speechless.

"Brother Pan, why don't you listen to me, let's work together to break this trap. I see that although the trap is powerful, there is hope that we can break through it together!"

The face of Mr. Feihe beside him also began to turn red. His cultivation base was the highest in the room, at the peak of the Spirit Mansion Realm, and he was only one step away from breaking through to the True Spirit Realm.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the hearts of those who were suffering so much moved, as if they saw hope.

"I have a bottle of yellow grade Bingxin Dan here, which can suppress the dryness and heat in the body and calm down the mood. Let's share it with everyone!"

Mr. Feihe at the side took out a white jade bottle from the storage bag.

The eight people present took Bing Xin Dan, the flush on their faces was slightly suppressed, and their minds became clearer.

"Brother Pan, I heard that you have a broken formation awl, which was forged by Wang Xia, the master craftsman. It can break all the formations below the ground level. I wonder if you can take it out, let me work together to push it!" Mr. Feihe said .

"This..." Pan Xiong paused, without opening his mouth.

The array-breaking awl is a one-time forbidden weapon, and it was forged by the master craftsman Wang Xia. It is invaluable, and he originally wanted to keep it for use at important junctures.

"Pan Xiong, why are you hesitating, don't tell me you don't want to give up an awl at this critical moment!" Chen Kai said beside him.

"Okay, I will use this formation-breaking awl today." Pan Xiong looked at Jian Fengyun viciously through the formation, "Jian Fengyun, wait until I break the formation to make your life worse than death!"

In his heart, Jian Fengyun had already held a grudge against him, it was this guy who schemed against them, not only took him 10 taels of silver, but also trapped them with formations, drugged him, and treated him like a monkey.

He, Pan Xiong, had never suffered such humiliation. As the young master of the richest man in the dynasty, Pan Xiong, he was treated with respect and respect wherever he went. How could anyone dare to scheme against him so openly.

As he said that, he took out an awl glowing with black light from his bosom, with a powerful aura that even faintly reached the level of the earth.

Seeing the formation-shattering cone, Wang Chuyuan's complexion changed drastically.

"Boss, this formation breaking awl was refined by my second uncle. I saw this kind of awl break through a top-grade spiritual formation of the mysterious rank!"

"It's okay, this broken awl is just refined from the grievances of dead vengeful spirits, it can break other people's formations but not mine!" Jian Fengyun waved his hand, signaling in a low voice to be safe.

Seeing Jian Fengyun's indifferent expression, Wang Chuyuan was inexplicably sure.

"Jian Fengyun, once the formation is broken, I will destroy you!" Chen Kai also looked at Jian Fengyun with a fierce look.

The evil fire in his body could no longer be suppressed.

As the young city lord of Beilin City, he had never been trapped and drugged and humiliated like this since he was born. Such an insult, in his heart, he already regarded Jian Fengyun as a deadly enemy.

A few people at the side, except Mr. Feihe, spoke out one after another, most of them were children of big families, they couldn't bear Jian Fengyun's actions, and all spoke out and angered Jian Fengyun for the sake of their poor self-esteem.

There was only one Mr. Feihe, who seemed impulsive and thoughtless, but he didn't say a word, looking at the situation around him, he seemed to be thinking about something.

"Everyone, please talk about this big talk after you break the battle. I will still say that, a cup of tea is 50 yuan, and I will let you go out." Jian Fengyun said calmly.

"Hmph, don't be ashamed to say that, everyone inject spiritual power into my body, and I will activate the formation breaking awl!" Pan Xiong snorted coldly, threw the awl in his hand, and poured spiritual power into it.

The other seven people also poured spiritual power into Pan Xiong's body one after another.

Mysterious runes lit up on the formation-breaking cone of black light all over the body, and the next moment, a burst of evil spirit burst out, which shocked the hearts of several people in the formation.

As expected of a forbidden weapon, this level of power can definitely match the full blow of a warrior at the peak of the true spirit realm.

The array breaking cone landed on the mask formed by the array.

For a moment, Yao Shisan and Wang Chuyuan held their breath at the same time, extremely nervous.

Jian Fengyun had a relaxed expression on his face, as if he was an outsider, sitting quietly and motionless.

boom!
A huge roar sounded.

The whole body of the formation is still full of light, and the momentum is overwhelming, but the eight people inside the formation are all thrown away by the huge force.

Among the eight people, except for Mr. Feihe whose breath was relatively disordered, the other seven had blood on the corners of their mouths, which was horrible.

"I forgot to tell you all, this formation is called the Anti-Void and Trapped Formation, and the power below the spirit king level will be automatically returned to the attacker by the formation. It seems that only one of you, Mr. Feihe, is a smart person!" Fengyun spoke lightly.

For a moment, Pan Xiong and the others turned their gazes to Mr. Feihe, who was swallowing a elixir and crossing his legs to adjust his breath.

"Mr. Feihe, what do you mean? Did you already know the effect of this formation!" Pan Xiong said.

"Master Feihe, what are you going to do to scheme against us like this!" The rest of the people also said one after another.

"Everyone, please don't rush to get angry. I just guessed that this formation is the legendary anti-virtual formation, but I can't be sure. The anti-virtual formation was cut off in the dynasty as early as 3000 years ago. I just mentioned it in the ancient books, I didn't expect that Jian Fengyun would know such a lost formation!" Mr. Feihe said with a slightly red face.

Obviously, Xianren Huan's medicinal strength has come up.

"You actually guessed why you didn't tell me, and let me test it out with a piercing cone. I didn't expect you to be so scheming!" Pan Xiong's face darkened.

Master Feihe didn't look at them, he got up directly, and said to Jian Fengyun.

"I don't have 50, can I replace it with something!"

"Item, it depends on what item!" Jian Fengyun narrowed his eyes and said.

"This is a high-grade mysterious sword named Frost Sword. It is engraved with a first-order frost inscription. It is very suitable for warriors who practice ice or water attributes." Mr. Feihe shook his hand, and a sword appeared in his hand. A long sword with a blue light all over its body.

"It's not bad, it's probably worth 20 silver!" Jian Fengyun said lightly.

"20!" Mr. Feihe twitched.

Generally, a low-grade spiritual weapon of the mysterious rank costs more than 20 silver. This kind of high-grade spiritual sword, and a spiritual weapon with inscriptions engraved on it, needs at least 50. He also spent 10,000+ for this spiritual sword in his senior year.

"Why do you think it's too low? If you think it's too low, just have a good time with the group of people behind you for a while, and the poison will be cured. When I am in a good mood, I will let you out sometime!" Jian Fengyun road.

At this time, the sanity of the young masters in the spirit realm within the formation was a little blurred, and the clothes they had just put on had already begun to be peeled off.

One person couldn't bear it anymore and stretched out his hand to the man's round PP.

(End of this chapter)