Reborn Sword Emperor in the City

"It's just a little trick. It's not worth mentioning." Ling Feng said faintly. If Ling Feng had said this before, many people would think he was talking big, but now no one dares to doubt it.

"Just now, I was wrong. I shouldn't have said such words to you. I'm sorry." old Mu made a pious apology, but Ling Feng didn't care. This little means is not worth mentioning in his eyes. After all, these evil ghosts are too bad and just the lowest level of existence.

Mu Yuer's eyes looking at Ling Feng are full of affection. From beginning to end, Mu Yuer has become a fan of Ling Feng. She has always believed that Ling Feng's strength can directly destroy these evil spirits. The more powerful Ling Feng is, the more addicted Mu Yuer is. After all, Ling Feng has deeply penetrated into her heart.

"Little brother, no, it's a master. You're a real God. It was my fault before. Please accept my worship and show my respect for you." at first, the acute rich man was very excited and immediately knelt down and kowtowed. When he knelt, many rich people knelt down. They said one after another, "the real God is powerful."

Soon all the rich and martial artists on the scene knelt down, because Ling Feng was an immortal in their hearts. He could summon lightning with his bare hands and kill demons and monsters. This was not an immortal, but there were other immortals. It was reasonable to kneel in their hearts.

In the hall, everyone knelt down. No one praised him, but Ling Feng didn't care. He could stand so many people kneeling on him. There was no discomfort at all. Ling Feng said faintly, "what do you think I should do for those rich people who bet with me before?"

"God rest assured that we will get the money ready and give it to you at the first time." the rich said one after another.

"Don't give it to me, you give it all to Mu Lao." Ling Feng said faintly. When he heard Ling Feng's words, he was stunned. Give the money to himself. All the bets of the rich here add up to nearly one billion, and give it all to himself? It's too hard to imagine. So old Mu asked suspiciously:

"Give it to me? Why?"

"Use the money to set up a foundation to help all people in need." Ling Feng said with a smile. It's also charity. Then Ling Feng left. Money doesn't mean anything to him, but it's too useful for others.

Mr. Mu still wants to say something. Ling Feng has walked out of the auction. Although he didn't see what he likes at the auction, he didn't lose. He won several hundred million in gambling and it's good to set up a foundation.

Seeing Ling Feng go out, Mu Yuer hurried up and asked, "Ling Feng, where are you going?"

"Why are you asking?" Ling Feng asked, looking at mu yu'er suspiciously.

"Will we meet again?" Mu yu'er asked again.

"I'll see you again."

Ling Feng said, a ray of light flickered, and Ling Feng disappeared. She met a lot of passers-by like tangerine Yuer. She was addicted to herself, but after all, they were not people in the same world, and there might not be any intersection in the future, which disappointed Mu Yuer very much. Maybe no man could move her in her life.

The story of Ling Feng's unarmed recruitment of lightning and killing evil spirits at the auction soon spread, causing a great sensation among the major families and forces in Jiangnan. Many families and forces want to make friends with Ling Feng.

So one night passed. Early the next morning, Ling Feng opened his eyes from his practice. He was going to go directly to Lu's house to see the quarter map Li Banxian said. Since he was in Lu's house, and Li Banxian had called old Lu, he just took it.