Feng San rarely saw this, and knew that if he didn't leave, all the people would be here without any suspense.I really don't know how the Fu Mansion could have so many supreme powerhouses all at once, it was really unexpected. Gritting his teeth, he quickly exited the gate of the Fu Mansion under the cover of the sword guards, and glanced back at Feng Jiu for the last time, and his mouth and nose were bleeding. Feng Sanshao's eyes flashed with tears, and he must be kind to his whole family.

"Yes! Valuing love and righteousness, sacrificing oneself to protect the Lord, worthy of respect!" Lu Suifeng praised from the bottom of his heart.

Ouyang Wuji's momentum suddenly retracted, Feng Jiu was covered in blood, but he was not worried about his life, and his body staggered a few steps and struggled to stabilize.

"You go!" Lu Suifeng said lightly.

Feng Jiu was stunned when he heard this, his blood-stained face showed a look of surprise, then he took a deep breath, walked up to the two corpses with difficulty, leaned over and held one in one hand, and stumbled out of the gate of the Fu Mansion.

"It's a man!" Ouyang Wuji put away the big sword, he originally intended to deter the other party, that sword really slashed down, and no one would really walk out of the Fu Mansion alive intact.

In the bloody battle of annihilation, the Fu Mansion lost more than 20 family disciples. The Feng family folded three Xuandan Realm powerhouses, this result is absolutely unacceptable to the Feng family, and it is bound to take more intense and bloody measures. However, he may not dare to kill the door again with great momentum, after all, the powerhouse of the Xuandan Realm is not the cabbage in the vegetable market, it is the high-end power of the family, and if you fold one, you will have less deterrence. Therefore, if there is no absolute certainty and probability of victory, it will not be easy to make big moves. However, there will definitely be no shortage of small actions.

Tianlan City, the fang market in the western district is as bustling and noisy as ever, shops, workshops, shops, row upon row, all kinds of goods are available.

Pinqi Pavilion is a store specializing in weapons, the name sounds quite tasteful, but the goods in the store are ordinary, at most some first- and second-grade blades are sold, and the business has always been very light. As everyone knows, there was a jaw-dropping scene when I got up early this morning, and there was a sea of people in front of the Pinhuan Pavilion, and there was a long queue of hundreds of people.

Everyone who came out of the shop, either holding a knife or a sword in their hands, was smiling and contented......

"It's a bit expensive, but this three-grade blade is the first time it has appeared in the market, and even if it takes a year of savings, it's worth it!" "Wow! This knife of your brother is a fourth-grade sword! It must be a heavenly rank, right?" "Hehe! 500,000 gold coins." It's a pity that one person can only buy one, and I still fancy that sword, so I refuse to sell it. I heard that this Artifact Pavilion changed hands and was acquired by the Feng family. There is also a four-grade apparatus master sitting in the store. It seems that this West District Fang Market will be its dominant family in the future. "Yes, you didn't see the Yi family, the Fu family's armory workshop suddenly became deserted, and the door could be closed. It seems that it will not last long before it closes. "The Fu family's armory workshop is only one street away from this artifact pavilion, so naturally it suffers the most. The workshop was full of all kinds of blades, and early in the morning, I saw two guys dozing, and people came and went in front of the door, but no one cared. Finally, two people stopped in front of the door. The guys in the workshop seemed to open their eyes consciously, revealing a little surprise.

"What kind of blades do you need?" The blades in this workshop are cheap and genuine, and the children are not bullied!" the two men greeted them with a smile on their faces.

"Remove all the junk goods from the shelves!" said in an unquestionable voice.

"What are you talking about?" the two men looked stunned and forgave each other; "Who are you? How dare you talk nonsense here, it seems that you are here to stir up trouble...... "I won't say it a second time, otherwise, I will slap my ass and leave!" The tone was domineering and strong, causing the two guys to be confused and confused; Are you the head of the family or the ancestor? Such a cow! The two rolled their eyes disapprovingly, and returned to their seats to continue dozing off.

Whoa!

The blades hanging on the wall suddenly fell down one after another, so startled that the two guys jumped up like ghosts, and at the same time alarmed the two second-grade weapons masters behind the workshop, who looked like they were about fifty, and shouted angrily when they saw this: "What's going on, who got it?" The two guys looked at each other, and the two of them turned their eyes to the two people outside the door, and there were no other suspects.

"It's me! Is there anyone selling this garbage here?" leaned over and picked up a sword from the ground, striking each other, and the swords all broke apart. The retinue threw the broken sword to the ground, "Just these goods, dare to take them out and be embarrassed." "Who the hell are you, did you come here on purpose to find scum?" a second-grade artifact rebuked angrily.

"My surname is Fu!" "You...... You are the one who is the head of the house for a while...... "Exactly!" Uncle Fu revealed his identity, and the two guys were at a loss for a while. "Hurry up and put all these things in!" "What does this mean?" asked the second-grade artifact in surprise.

Lu Suifeng, who had been standing aside, suddenly took out a long sword and slashed at the blades on the ground, with a "clang", six or seven blades broke at the same time.

What grade of blade is this, even if it is a three- or four-grade weapon, it may not be able to do it.

"Second grade!" Lu Suifeng smiled faintly, and then handed the sword in his hand to the two craftsmen for identification.

The two of them repeatedly appraised it, and from the surface quality and grade, there was no doubt that it was a second grade, but why was there such a big gap between this second grade and the other second grade? The two of them showed an incredible look on their faces in surprise.

Lu Suifeng naturally won't explain much, and a low-end instrument master like this may not be able to understand what he says. With a flick of his hand, a pile of blades appeared on the ground, at least four or five hundred pieces. These were all refined by Lu Suifeng overnight. Yesterday, I heard about the Pin Ware Pavilion, and I knew that the Feng family's hand must be aimed at the Fu Mansion, and the next step may be to poison the Fu Mansion's gambling stone workshop. All the actions of the Feng family were expected, Long Fei and Luo Jinghong, as well as Yun Wuying and Ouyang Wuji, stayed behind in the Xishan Mine, beware of the other party from harming the people working there. Yun Wuya and Ouyang Mingyue were in charge of the safety of the gambling stone workshop. Ziyan and Qingfeng are in charge of the Fu Mansion.

Lu Suifeng then took out a plaque and asked the guy to hang it in a conspicuous place outside the door, and the guy looked at the content on the plaque, his face was full of surprise, and he didn't dare to ask more.

As soon as the plaque was hung out, it attracted many onlookers, pointing and pointing, and there was a sound of discussion.

"The price of the second grade, the quality of the fourth grade, such as a fake package return!" "There is such a good thing in the world, this ware workshop is about to be crushed by the product cabinet, and it actually came up with this idea to fool people. "You don't see that it says "Refund as a fake", maybe that's really the case!" "Yes! Market competition has always been so cruel. I'll give it a try. A man dressed as a warrior took the lead and walked inside;" This plaque is telling the truth?" "This big brother should be wearing a three-grade sword, right? Lu Suifeng smiled lightly. A group of onlookers felt that this was reasonable, and the warriors tried it.

The warrior man hesitated for a moment, then leaned over and picked one out of the pile of blades, and then pulled out the saber on his body, and struck each other with five points of strength; "Good sword!" The man couldn't help but let out an exclamation, dropped the broken knife in his hand, picked another knife from the blade on the ground, and carefully examined it; "I want this knife! How many gold coins?" "It's not expensive! The price of the second grade, 10,000 gold coins!" said the guy on the side.

Everyone exclaimed, and they all took out their gold cards and rushed to buy them. This martial artist was originally arranged by Lu Suifeng in advance, and his performance was really first-class, without revealing any flaws. With the first one, it will attract a swarm of people, and no one will let go of such a good thing at a low price. Of course, it is by no means a parallel import, just hype marketing.

"Everyone lined up in order, and each person was limited to one blade. The guy happily opened his voice and shouted hello.

However, in a moment, there was a long line of three hundred and four-people in front of the door, and on the other hand, the long dragon of the Pinqi Pavilion suddenly dispersed, and rushed towards the Fu Family Ware Workshop on the adjacent street.

What is the situation? How could these people suddenly disperse? A guy from the Pinqi Pavilion stopped a customer who was about to pay, but suddenly changed his mind and was about to leave; "Why did these people all disperse all at once?" "Hehe! Fu Jiaqi Shop across the street, the price of the second grade sells the goods of the fourth grade. Who wants to buy the same goods for dozens of times the price. Hmph, what a black heart!" The customer dropped a nasty sentence and walked away.

In the last second, the door was like a city, and in the blink of an eye, it was gone, and the front of the door was empty, bleak and clear.

"Let's go, take a look, see what kind of mystery is his Fu family doing, can he attract so many people at once?" A group of people walked out of the pavilion, and the leaders were Feng Sanshao and the fourth-grade weapon master, and there were still the remaining seven sword guards of the Feng family behind them.

"Ahh "This Feng family is rich and powerful, and they are used to bullying and dominating the market. "Hmph! The same goods, the price is dozens of times more expensive, and I won't go to the Pinqi Pavilion anymore if I am killed." A group of customers in line were angry and discussed.

"Spread out, spread out!" shouted a guy from the Artifact Pavilion who was leading the way in front of him, and all the people who didn't want to cause trouble flashed aside, daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

Feng Sanshao looked at the plaque, and with a flick of the folding fan in his hand, the plaque exploded into pieces of debris. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of Uncle Fu and a young man walking out, subconsciously took two steps back, and saw that there were only two people on the other side, so I settled down a little. The scene of that day had left a shadow in his heart, and he felt palpitations when he thought about it.