Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"It's no coincidence that ancient Buddha beads were hidden in this ordinary business street and thrown here like garbage?"

Ye Feng is staring at the Buddha bead, while the middle-aged vendor is staring at Ye Feng with deep disdain in his eyes.

He looks ordinary and wears ordinary clothes. His accomplishments are only seven in the holy land. He doesn't even have a guard around him. At first glance, he is a steamed stuffed bun from a poor Island nearby.

The middle-aged vendor became more and more disdainful. Looking at Ye Feng's stop in front of the stall, he had a bad attitude and said, "poor boy? Do you want to buy things? I sell all my treasures. You look like you have no money. You'd better get away quickly and don't delay others."

Ye Feng has seen too many middle-aged vendors and is lazy to pay attention to them. He always focuses on Shizhu and tries to find out whether he can crack the secret of Shizhu.

Seeing that Ye Feng ignored himself, the middle-aged vendor became more impatient. "If you have no money, get away quickly. Didn't I hear you?"

"I don't know what we sell here are treasures? On weekdays, rich people choose. Don't stand in the way here. Our stall makes so much money. You stand in the way for a while. Do you know how much God crystal I will lose?"

"Oh?"

A cold flash flashed in Ye Feng's eyes. The middle-aged vendor not only looked down upon others, but also dared to speak unkindly. He didn't want to pay attention to it, but now Ye Feng felt a trace of anger.

If he didn't need to hide his identity, Ye Feng would have known this guy.

"What price is this stone bead?"

Ye Feng pressed down his anger and directly threw out a top-grade divine crystal.

Seeing the best God crystal, the middle-aged vendor's face changed slightly. He quickly reached out and caught it. Looking at Ye Feng's face, he smiled, "there's still some money, this stone bead..."

The middle-aged vendor's eyes rolled and saw that Ye Feng had some money. Instead of panicking about his previous attitude, he was thinking about how to pit Ye Feng's money.

"At first glance, it's a poor Island steamed stuffed bun. Even if you have some money, no power, no strength and rich horizons, you're not played by Lao Tzu?"

The middle-aged vendor was thinking about it. Suddenly, he saw a middle-aged man dressed richly behind Ye Feng, riding a heroic beast and surrounded by many bodyguards.

"Poor boy, get out of here."

The middle-aged vendor put Shenjing in his arms and waved to Ye Feng. He got up and ran to the middle-aged man.

"Mr. Gao, Mr. Gao, you're here at the right time. I've just found some interesting ideas these days. You can see if there's anything you like. If you have, take it away."

The middle-aged vendor's attitude towards the middle-aged man known as Lord Gao is completely opposite to that towards Ye Feng.

At this moment, the vendors of other stalls also warmly opened their mouths to greet the high Lord. It is obvious that the other party has a good identity.

Ye Feng saw this and frowned slightly. The middle-aged vendor was disgusting. He didn't entertain himself. He secretly took Shenjing away and expelled himself. It was shameless.

The high Lord, seeing the middle-aged vendor running in front of him, looked cold and arrogant and ignored him at all, as if he hadn't heard him speak.

At this time, an old man who looked like a housekeeper next to Mr. Gao said, "there are some good things. You can pick them out and give them to Mr. Gao. Do you want to die?"

Smelling the speech, the middle-aged vendor's face changed slightly and quickly slapped himself, "the small dare not, the small dare not, the small will give all the good things to Lord Gao."

While talking, the middle-aged vendor picked out all the things that looked good in the stall, held them respectfully with both hands and presented them to the old man.

"These are small ones who honor Lord Gao. I hope Lord Gao likes them."

The middle-aged vendor flattered and said that although he offered something, he was not dissatisfied at all, but extremely happy.

You know, Lord Gao is a big man of the emperor Tianzong. He is the three elders of the emperor Tianzong, the leader's brother, and has a high status.

The whole business street is under the control of emperor Tianzong. It doesn't matter if he gives something or loses something. If he can make master Gao laugh, he will be a hundred times better in the future.

"All right, the old man took it for Mr. Gao. Go back honestly."

The old man sneered and motioned the middle-aged vendor not to block here.

Seeing this, the middle-aged vendor quickly withdrew and looked at Gao Ye quietly. Unfortunately, Gao ye had no expression and didn't look at him, which made people disappointed.

"Why haven't you gone?"

At this time, when the middle-aged vendor saw Ye Feng still standing in front of the stall, he couldn't help staring and scolding.

"Huh?"

Ye Feng's eyes narrowed, and the middle-aged vendor made rude remarks again and again, which made him particularly unhappy.

"A groveling dog."

Ye Feng sneered. The stone bead he had explored and understood was actually a relic, but it was not long ago and could not be an ancient Buddha bead, so he was ready to leave.

Seeing that Ye Feng dared to scold himself, the middle-aged vendor stared and was about to start, when a voice suddenly came.

"Wait a minute."

Ye Feng looked back and saw Gao Ye sitting on the tall beast, staring at the demon Emperor God bow around his waist.

On weekdays, Lord Gao likes collecting all kinds of weapons. No matter what the grade, as long as he looks powerful, he must love it very much and try his best to get it.

"Bring this bow to elder Ben. It looks good."

Mr. Gao opened his mouth to the old housekeeper. There was no doubt in his tone. He didn't mean to ask Ye Feng's opinions at all.

The old man was even more impolite, and immediately laughed, "congratulations to the three elders. You just met such a lovely weapon when you went out, which indicates that your bidding for Buddha beads will be very smooth and live up to the trust of the patriarch."

The old man flattered very loudly. The high Lord couldn't help laughing and was very proud. The bodyguards around him were flattering one after another.

When these people discussed, they didn't pay attention to Ye Feng's meaning at all, as if ye Feng was just a weapon shelf. They didn't need Ye Feng's consent to take away the demon emperor's bow at any time.

Ye Feng looked at them calmly, only when he saw a joke. Instead, he worried about the old man's bidding for Buddha beads.

This Buddha bead needs to be auctioned, which shows that it is not a common thing. If it is not well preserved, it is an ancient Buddha bead.

When Ye Feng thought of this, he was ready to ignore the clowns in front of him and leave directly. Unexpectedly, the old man looked at the middle-aged merchant and snorted coldly, "Why are you staring at me? You don't bring the bow right away."

When the middle-aged vendor heard the speech, he immediately went to Ye Feng. He saw that Ye Feng had no expression, his eyes were indifferent, and hissed in his heart.

"Smelly boy, I'm scared and stupid at first sight. Haven't you seen this battle? Let you go. You deserve it now!"

The middle-aged vendor said in his heart, directly reached out his hand and grabbed the bow of the demon Emperor God, and shouted, "boy, I like your bow. You have three lives and happiness. Don't you bring it quickly and let me give it to me?"