Ling Piaohan looked at the thin peddler's bloody expression of stealing chickens and rice, and laughed fiercely in his heart for a while, but he still pretended to be relaxed on his face.

"In this way, my silver coins are all at home, I will take your ring first, and then I will use the ring to fill the silver coins, and I will send you back"

After saying this, without giving the peddler a chance to refute, he turned his head and left.

The peddler was almost jumping up in anger at this moment, and shouted loudly.

"Then how can it work, how can there be this reason for not paying the money to get the goods first, I have not been in this situation for so many years in business, what if you run away"

"Besides, who knows if your cousin Ling Duan is real or not, why haven't I heard that Ling Duan has a cousin?"

Ling Piaohan had long expected that the peddler would not agree, so he smiled and took out a small cyan book from his arms, which was exactly that magic spear.

I took it in my hand and showed it to the peddler, and said a little viciously.

"You haven't seen me, then you know my cousin's shadow spear spirit martial arts, this is my cousin personally taught me the spear combat technique Huishen Spear, why don't you use it now to see if there is my cousin's shadow." ”

After all, he didn't give the peddler a chance to refute, but directly flashed with a golden light on his body, and a golden gun was drawn into his hand.

Holding the gun in one hand, a golden light flashed at the tip of the gun, and seeing that this shot was about to stab the vendor's stall, it was really a bit fierce to watch.

Although Ling Piaohan only scared and scared the hawker this time, he didn't intend to really lift the hawker's stall.

But this peddler was really shocked, after all, he was just a normal person who was powerless, although Ling Piaohan still looked like a child, but he was still frightened by this golden spear.

Ling Piaohan looked at the vendor who didn't dare to speak anymore, pretended to be slightly disdainful, snorted coldly, and then turned his head and walked away.

It's not that Ling Piaohan really wants to repay the debt, he just wants to teach this peddler a lesson, let him know that not everyone is so easy to deceive.

Not long after, Ling Piaohan reappeared in the market, returned to this vendor, and couldn't help but smile when he saw the hawker who was sweating a little in a hurry.

When the vendor saw Ling Piaohan reappear in the market, he also exhaled slowly, the anxious look on his face gradually disappeared, and he hurriedly said flatteringly.

"Little brother really counts, hey, hey, hey, look at this silver coin?"

Ling Piaohan snorted and said, "If you cheat in this Ling family's market again, I won't let you go so easily, remember it longer!"

After finishing speaking, there was no ink, and the battle spirit was wiped on the ring, and five silver coins appeared on the vendor's table out of thin air, and then left without looking back.

On the way back, Piao Han was happy because he had taught this vendor who wanted to hack himself, and then looked at the black ring on his left index finger, and nodded contentedly.

This ring storage spirit is actually of low quality, and after entering the battle qi, it can only open about three square meters of space to store things, but for Ling Piaohan now, it is more than enough.

Ling Piaohan took out two small books from his arms, one was the Wind Stinger that Ling Ping had taught him, and the other was the Huishen Spear that he had obtained not long ago.

As soon as the battle qi was wiped on the ring, the two small books disappeared out of thin air and were included in the spirit storage, and then Ling Piaohan put in six silver coins and some miscellaneous small objects.

For the current Ling Piaohan, these six silver coins, a few copper coins and two battle skill books are all his net worth.

In fact, for the Ling family, a family that is quite powerful in Changhong Town, there is almost no shortage of pocket money of the younger generation.

The inner children of the family can receive dozens of copper coins from their elders every month.

In the Pufeng Continent, one hundred copper coins can be exchanged for one silver coin, and one hundred silver coins can be exchanged for one gold coin.

It stands to reason that Ling Piaohan's silver coin reserves in the past few years must probably have a few dozen, but the actual situation is that he only has less than twelve silver coins.

Mainly because Ling Piaohan's father Ling Ping left the Ling Mansion a few years ago, and the financial support given by the family is also very small, so the silver coins in the hands of Ling Ping to Ling Piaohan are even rarer.

Feeling the few silver coins in this ring with his battle qi, Ling Piaohan smiled helplessly and said.

"I have to find a way to make some money, just these few silver coins, I don't think I can buy a suitable combat skill book in the future" But after all, Ling Piaohan at this time didn't seem to have any way to make money.

Another boring few days have passed, and the day of awakening is getting closer and closer.

In the afternoon of this day, Ling Fu, who had always been peaceful, suddenly summoned one-third of the guards in the house, and Ling Duan led the way to one direction quickly.

A large group of people and horses ran to the Zhao family's territory in the north of the Ling family's territory, and the Zhao family's territory was much more prosperous than the Ling family's territory at a glance.

After all, they make a living by taking care of shops, and two-thirds of the Zhao family's territory is almost composed of large and small shops, auction houses, restaurants, etc.

There should have been an endless stream of people coming and going, but today the Zhao family's shops are not many people who come to buy things.

There stood a bunch of guards with weapons, all on their backs, roughly sixty or seventy men.

This group of guards were uniformly dressed in light armor, and almost all of them were armed with a broad-bladed long knife, while a few cultivators were holding their own spiritual martial arts.

The leader was a young man, who looked like he was in his early twenties, and his face was undisguised with a trace of arrogance.

On his right hand was a large, round hammer, and the man held the head of the hammer on his shoulder, the handle of which he held in his hand, as if to say something.

Behind the man, there are two middle-aged people, the age gap does not seem to be too big, and the two of them are also holding a huge hammer, but the hammers of the two of them are cylindrical, and the hammer handle has a spiral pattern, which seems to be a little familiar.

The aura exuded by these two middle-aged people was obviously much stronger than that of the young man at the head, but they just stood behind and didn't speak.

Looking at the people on the other side, judging from the number of people alone, they are much thinner, about fifty or so, and they are also wearing leather armor.

But except for the two men at the head, almost all of the others were uniformly matched, and there were very few cultivators.

The two people led by this team are somewhat similar in appearance, they are Zhao Minglei and Zhao Mingluo of the Zhao family, although these two are brothers, but the aura on their bodies is slightly different.

Zhao Minglei said: "Pang Tianming, you summoned people to come to my Zhao family's shop today, is this a robbery? Is it bullying my Zhao family's head of the family to retreat?"

"What are you talking about, Zhao Minglei, we have no malicious intent, it's just that someone reported that your Zhao family secretly sold the things of the Pang Family Hunter Union, I didn't want to dispel the concerns between us, so I will check it for you for a few days, in the final analysis, it is still for the unity between our two families."

Instead of Pang Tianming, the answer was Pang Xuan, a young man led by another team.

Pang Xuan is the only son of the head of the Pang family, and he is also very talented, and he is already at the peak of a ninth-level warrior at a young age, Zhao Minglei snorted coldly and said.

"Is the old man asking you junior? I think you really don't even bother to find an excuse, my Zhao's shop and auction house are open to the public, and you won't go to see what you sell."

Pang Xuan heard Zhao Minglei's words and laughed disdainfully.

"Old immortal thing, talk to you well, you really think of yourself as something, don't toast, don't eat and drink, just your Zhao family's strength and strength, if you dare not cooperate with us, we will destroy you all. ”