The stall owner, a round-faced young man, was not tall, but his eyes flashed with a little cunning.

"Boss, how do you sell this spirit pattern pen. ”

Mu Feng didn't bother to ink, and asked directly.

The round-faced young man looked at Mu Feng, looking at the young man's immature and unfamiliar face, and there was a trace of contempt in his eyes. Impatiently, he said, "Six hundred taels of silver, or, five spirit crystals." ”

In his opinion, Mu Feng must be a disciple who has just entered the inner gate.

And some outer disciples entered the inner gate, but he knew that they had already been looted. Although there are very few people who can use this spirit pattern pen, and it can't be sold at a price, it is definitely not something that the poor sour boy in front of him can afford.

It seemed that after finishing speaking, the round-faced young man was going to look at Mu Feng's surprised expression. Because such wealth, in his opinion, is extremely expensive.

You must know that the inner disciples, except for the powerhouses on the hidden dragon list, each person only distributes one low-grade spirit crystal per month. In other words, it's only twelve in a year, and apart from the use of cultivation, there are not a few pieces left at all.

As for silver taels, six hundred taels is definitely not a small number. And one hundred taels of spirit crystals are priceless at all.

However, the boy's face did not show the look of horror he expected. Instead, he frowned slightly, took out five spirit crystals from his arms in his hand, and handed them over.

"Really?"

The round-faced young man immediately showed a look of surprise, and a smile immediately appeared on his face.

This spirit pattern pen was picked up by luck in the Everfree Forest once. Originally, I was full of pride, and I also wanted to practice the art of inscriptions, but I found that I didn't have the talent to fart.

And for sale, no one buys it. After all, there were too few inscription masters, not even the Biyun Sword Sect.

"Haha, this junior brother is really refreshing. If you want to buy anything in the future, just look for me Jiao Yazi. The round-faced young man took the spirit crystal, very excited.

This is real money, this hot spirit pattern pen has finally been sold.

Hearing this, the corners of Mu Feng's mouth twitched.

The name is down-to-earth!

It's not nonsense, my heart is hot, I want to take the spirit pattern pen back to try it, reach out and pick up the spirit pattern pen, and I want to return to my residence.

"Wait, I want this spirit pen, I'll produce six spirit crystals. ”

At this moment, a slightly sharp voice sounded behind Mu Feng.

"It's... Fang Tong, the existence of the ninety-eighth on the hidden dragon list. ”

"Hehe, this kid looks like a newcomer, tsk, this loss is decided. ”

These people didn't go to see the scene where the new outer disciples entered the inner gate, so they didn't know Mu Feng. It's just that with Mu Feng's immature and unfamiliar face, it is enough to judge that the young man is a newcomer.

"Huh?" Jiao Yazi's eyes lit up when he heard this. Regret appeared in his heart, and he secretly said why he was so unlucky today, and suddenly sold one less piece of spirit crystal.

"This little brother, you see, can it be transferred to Senior Brother Fang Tong. I... I will compensate you fifty taels of silver. The round-faced Jiao Yazi looked at Mu Feng and looked very pitiful.

Glancing at Jiao Yazi coldly, Mu Feng looked at the arrogant young man in front of him. This person is dressed in a brocade robe, and he looks very rich.

"I bought this thing first, and I have no intention of selling it. Farewell!"

After speaking, Mu Feng turned around and left.

"Boy, look for death, right? Fang Tong was furious, and a streamer of light flashed in his hand, shooting straight into Mu Feng's back heart.

"Huh?"

Mu Feng's eyebrows and sword eyebrows were raised, and the deciduous body method was launched instantly, even if he carried a heavy sword without a blade, Mu Feng's figure at this time was extremely fast.

Aggressive!

On the hard floor, two silver needles shot straight in, piercing most of them, and the needle tails were still trembling!

"Are you sure you want to fight here?" Mu Feng said coldly as he stared at the gorgeously clad young man.

In the land of the inner gate, it is forbidden to fight!

This side of the general silver needle attacks itself, and if it hits, it will be difficult to detect, and he can only suffer a dumb loss.

If he didn't agree with him, he attacked himself, and Mu Feng's heart burned with anger.

His face changed slightly, Fang Tong squinted, stared at Mu Feng, and smiled, but this smile did not have a trace of warmth, and said, "Good boy, you have the courage to report your name." Also, I kindly remind you that there are some remote places in this inner door, so be careful if you walk too much. ”

The threat is beyond words.

"Mu Feng, waiting for you at any time. Even if you don't come to me, it won't be long before I will fight you personally. ”

After speaking, Mu Feng turned around and left.

Everyone was stunned, what an arrogant boy.

However, how does this name sound familiar?

Walking on the road, carrying a heavy sword, Mu Feng's feet flickered, if you look closely, you will find that every step of the young man seems to be stepping on a strange rhythm, smart and light.

"This is the Spirit Pattern Pen?" Mu Feng's eyes flickered.

The spirit pattern pen in the hand, the shape of the pen barrel is simple, not stone or jade, but it is very comfortable to touch.

At the tip, it is made of unknown animal hair, which is soft and shiny.

Airplanes!

Mu Feng's eyebrows stirred, and a divine soul power came out of his body and was injected into the spirit pattern pen.

Call!

Mu Feng's eyes lit up, and the inscription pen at this time was like the eyes of his arm, although it was a little jerky, but this feeling was very wonderful.

Mu Feng didn't know that his divine soul was so powerful!

Wow~~

The memory of the peerless ruthless emperor was opened by Mu Feng.

"That's it, Iron Finger Inscription!"

Mu Feng was excited, and found an inscription that looked the simplest. Write down the inscription in your mind and copy it over and over again. Finally, Mu Feng picked up the spirit pattern pen in his hand and began to carve on his left index finger.

Snort!

A trace of divine soul power erupted, and when he really began to portray, Mu Feng knew how difficult it was. Every stroke, every inscription seems to be extremely unstable, as if you can break it with a little carelessness.

Sweat rolled down Mu Feng's forehead.

Call!

After a long time, when Mu Feng's face was pale, on the fingers of his left hand, a very beautiful pattern with a black color with a hint of gold edge formed, and then, disappeared invisible.

However, Mu Feng knew that as long as his mind moved, this iron finger inscription could be formed!

"I'm so tired!"

Mu Feng muttered, just engraved the simplest inscription, and his mind hurt like an explosion.

If this is known by the inscription master, he will have to vomit blood. Which inscription person is not under the careful guidance of his own teacher, after thousands of painful portrayals, can be formed.

And Mu Feng, the first attempt, he succeeded, this kid is not satisfied!

"Quack, boy, it looks like you didn't heed my advice. Are we really destined to meet again?"

Mu Feng turned his head and saw that Fang Tong just now was standing not far behind him. And I was too involved just now, and I didn't know that I had walked into a secluded and uninhabited place.

And this Fang Tong obviously followed himself and came to retaliate.

"Hand over the spirit pen, kneel on the ground and call Grandpa three times, I'll let you go. Fang Tong smiled contemptuously.

"Hey, hey. Mu Feng smiled ill-willedly, his iron finger inscription is just using you to test.

Looking at Mu Feng's smile, Fang Tong had a bad premonition. However, the existence of the ninety-eighth on the Hidden Dragon List, he has great confidence in his own strength.

"Since you don't know what to do, give me death. Fang Tong was furious, and his whole body burst out with strong spiritual power, rushing towards Mu Feng.

But.....

After a few breaths, in the corner, a young man in a fancy costume fell to the ground, his shoulder, blood flowed profusely, his eyes were full of horror, and he muttered: "Impossible, how can he be an inscription master!"

Mu Feng, who walked out of the corner, had a smile on his face, this iron finger inscription was amazing, and it was beyond his expectations. Unexpectedly, he broke through Fang Tong's spiritual power shield with one finger!

Like a spirit soldier, it pierced Fang Tong's shoulder bone!

I flipped the money bag in my hand and felt the ten spirit crystals inside. And this money bag, of course, came from Fang Tong who fell to the ground.

Mu Feng smiled, this deal is not lost!