Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

Li Guanzheng turned his head and saw Ye Feng's eager look, and couldn't help but smile.

"Alright, this is for you, go and wander around as you please."

Li Guanqi gave Ye Feng a storage bag with a full ten thousand spirit stones!

Ye Feng was taken aback when he opened the storage bag, and said.

"Boss... isn't this..."

"Ahem, how much did you give Big Head?"

Seeing Li Guanqi holding up three fingers, Ye Feng couldn't close his mouth from smiling.

After putting away the storage bag, he got up and transmitted his voice: "Boss, I'm leaving too!"

Looking at Ye Feng who ran away quickly, the old man was stunned and pointed in the direction he disappeared, and said.

"Little friend, you... Li Sanguo... isn't he..."

Li Guanqi smiled and waved his hand, talking nonsense: "It's intermittent, he's only awake for a while."

The two looked at each other, and the old man couldn't help but cursed: "Little fox."

Li Guanqi chuckled: "Likewise."

Looking at the backs of the two leaving, Li Guanqi also smiled slightly.

He now has more than 70,000 spirit stones in his hand, including the previous ones.

The 10,000 spirit stones previously given to Ye Feng were also kept by him.

In his own words, he is too extravagant and can't keep wealth.

He had previously searched nearly 30,000 low-grade spirit stones from the bodies of the Dark Blood Alliance members, and found some in their lair.

The rest was exchanged for selling things today.

I have to say, his previous sword control technique was a warning to some villains in this dock.

Otherwise, as a strange face, he would have suffered a bit.

Li Guanqi did not hide his bias towards Ye Feng and Cao Yan.

After all, Ye Feng has been with him the longest, and has a lot of interaction in the sect, and is a reliable person.

Although Cao Yan is a peerless genius, talent alone is not enough to be Li Guanqi's brother.

Perhaps he will treat the two equally when everyone has experienced life and death together.

Whether it is to understand Ye Feng's self-esteem, or to test Cao Yan's character.

At least he can't be fair now.

The sun sets, but the crowd on the street is gradually increasing.

There are not many things on Li Guanqi's stall, and there are many people on the old man's stall.

It's just that these people are all fooled by the old man.

But there are also some knowledgeable people who have taken a fancy to the things on Li Guanqi's stall.

Ye Feng chased after Cao Yan, after all, his body is still very weak, he is afraid that something will happen.

The two walked and stopped, and bought a lot of things.

However, most of the things are some very common heaven and earth spiritual herbs, and some things needed for making talismans.

However, these things are not cheap. Cao Yan looked at the talisman pen and other things in his hand, which cost nearly 2,000 low-grade spirit stones, and he was a little reluctant for a while.

However, just as he was hesitating, Ye Feng took those things and said to the stall owner, a man.

"One thousand eight, pay now."

The man didn't hesitate, laughed loudly and happily, and then Ye Feng paid the spirit stones.

Cao Yan didn't even have time to refuse.

After Ye Feng stuffed the things into his hands, Cao Yan said a little embarrassedly.

"This talisman pen is a magic weapon with a good appearance, made of the hair of the second-order monster Qinglang."

Ye Feng put his arm around his shoulder and smiled: "Don't worry! It's just a little spirit stone, won't you earn it back in the blink of an eye?"

"Besides, the boss will definitely be unhappy if you are reluctant to spend money on these things."

"Moreover... with the boss's temperament, after giving us the spirit stones, he won't care even if we spend these spirit stones on pleasure."

"So, just buy it with confidence."

"Even if I give you this thing."

Cao Yan looked up at him, his eyes flickering with strange light, and a long-lost warmth enveloped his cold heart.

But the more so, the more he felt that his psychological burden was very heavy.

But he didn't say anything, just put some thoughts in his heart.

Cao Yan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Second brother, don't worry, I will definitely earn it back!"

Ye Feng gradually lost himself in this sound of second brother, and waved his big hand: "Just for this sound of second brother!"

"Buy whatever you want! I'll pay!"

Cao Yan grinned, and then the two continued to walk inside.

Soon, Cao Yan suddenly turned around!

Ye Feng was slightly taken aback and asked, "What's wrong?"

Cao Yan's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and he transmitted his voice: "Second brother, let's go and see over there!"

The two quickly walked to another street. There were relatively few people on this street, but there were also some stall vendors.

Cao Yan walked quickly to a black-robed man's stall as if he knew where to go.

However, there were several weapons and magic weapons on display at the black-robed man's stall.

Moreover, these weapons and magic weapons all have grades, not ordinary weapons.

Knives, swords, magic seals, spirit banners, although there are few things, they all exude a strong aura.

Ye Feng squatted down with interest and asked, "Can I touch it?"

A slightly low voice came from under the black robe: "Lightly."

Ye Feng reached out and picked up a long sword, and under the urging of Yuan Li, the long sword made a soft 'clang' sound.

"Tsk tsk, good sword, low-grade spiritual weapon, but unfortunately it's not suitable for me."

At this time, Ye Feng put down the long sword and found that Cao Yan was staring straight at a weapon next to him.

Ye Feng swallowed, he looked at the weapon on the ground, and then looked at the gentle, introverted and shy Cao Yan.

He couldn't help but said: "Big head, don't tell me you have taken a fancy to this thing?"

However, Cao Yan grinned, looked up at the stall owner and asked, "How much is this arm armor gauntlet?"

That's right, what surprised Ye Feng was a pair of fiery red arm armor gauntlets placed on the ground!

The front of the gauntlet is like a tiger's head, and it is extremely hideous with the arm armor of the forearm.

The entire gauntlet is flashing with dark red lines, exuding a faint fire attribute aura.

The man was obviously a little surprised. He didn't expect that a guy who looked like a weak scholar would be interested in the pure martial arts thing.

There are very few spiritual practitioners who use arm armor in the world of cultivating immortals, after all, this thing is very partial.

The man was also relatively honest, and said bluntly: "I will only be here for one day, and I will leave this dock tonight."

"The arm armor was obtained from an ancient relic."

Ye Feng couldn't help but muttered when he heard this: "These stall vendors are very good at telling stories."

The man was not annoyed when he heard this, and continued: "Although this arm armor is old, it can be regarded as a rare magic weapon!"

Ye Feng jumped up directly when he heard this, pointed at the arm armor on the ground and said: "Fellow Daoist, this is a bit unkind, right?"

"If I'm not blind, the pattern on this arm armor is an engraved array, it's all spent!"

"Even if it was a magic weapon before, it can't be counted now, right?"

"Yes, the materials are a little rare, but it's a good thing to be able to determine it as a spiritual weapon."