Mu Fan said: "You can make a price." ”

"Two or two hedron for one or two here."

"It's a little more expensive."

"Other people may ask for a higher price, your strength is quite high, because you think it's boring here, Childe is not like a poor man."

"Okay, deal." Mu Fan took out one thousand taels and five grade spars from the storage ring.

The quality of the spars is very light, a thousand taels of spars are piled together, like a small hillside.

Mu Fan said: "I took out the spade, the goods are genuine, Tong Su is not deceived, if you can't believe me, check it yourself." ”

"Just look at the way Childe made a move, these spars will not be fake."

"That's good, what about your jade plate."

The middle-aged man took out the jade plate from his arms, "Don't hide it, there are eight hundred taels of spars in my jade plate." I will hand over the spar in the jade plate to you, and I can only hand over all of them. If you only pay a part, you can't do it at all. ”

"Why is that?"

"The jade plate can probe the temperature of the master, and when it is separated from me, it will not feel my temperature, and it will assume that I am dead. The spars in the jade plate will not be under my control, and all the spars will enter your jade plate. ”

Mu Fan shook his head and said, "This jade card is really rubbish." ”

"It's okay, you didn't enter the cloud top, after you get to the cloud top, you will get a new jade card, and the jade card function there is much better than here."

Mu Fan took out six hundred taels of spars from the storage ring again, "One tael is not less, a total of one thousand six hundred taels, all here." ”

The middle-aged man smiled: "Businessmen pay attention to integrity, this cooperation is very pleasant, next time if you have a need, remember to come to me." ”

Mu Fan smiled: "Next time, maybe I sold the spar to you." ”

"Haha......" The middle-aged man smiled and did not answer.

He handed the jade plate to Mu Fan and said, "The spars inside are all yours." ”

Mu Fan took the jade card with a smile, and just as he was about to take the jade card into his pocket, the middle-aged man suddenly made a move.

A powerful aura gushed out, and the strength of the middle-aged man was slightly higher than that of an ordinary monk in the late stage of the Jade Hall Realm. He didn't dare to despise Mu Fan, after all, the strength shown by Mu Fan was not weak.

As soon as you shoot, it's all your strength!

Mu Fan smiled helplessly, the strength of the late stage of the Yutang Realm was not enough in front of him, even if it was the strength of the late stage of the Xuanji Realm, the winner would only be him.

The middle-aged man wanted to surprise and attack him unprepared. But in the face of a huge disparity in strength, all conspiracies are meaningless.

Mu Fan raised his hand and slapped the middle-aged man in the face. He used a lot of force in this slap, and it was enough.

The middle-aged man held two silver needles in his hands, which were stained with venom and glowed with a faint purple light. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he saw Mu Fan's poisonous hair.

Mu Fan is dead, and the spar in this land is his. A boy like this shouldn't come to this kind of place to fight for his life, he has a low sense of precaution, he walks openly and beats the gong, and takes out a lot of spars in one go, for fear that others will have no killing intent towards him.

"Bang...... Bang! ”

Mu Fan took the middle-aged man's jade plate into his arms and said, "Since you have made a move on me, I don't need to let you go." The spar in the jade plate is mine, and I took your life by the way. ”

The middle-aged man was slapped by him, where could he hear what he said. His ears were buzzing, and in a daze, he could only see the man's mask moving back and forth, and he couldn't hear any sound.

Mu Fan walked up to the middle-aged man and broke the middle-aged man's left hand.

The middle-aged man's consciousness was already confused, but he knew the toxicity of the silver needle in his hand. Relying on these two silver needles, he didn't know how many people had been poisoned, and now the silver needles were about to be taken away, and he instinctively clamped his fingers.

Mu Fan exerted a slight force, broke the middle-aged man's fingers, and took away the two silver needles.

"You want to kill me with them, and now I'll send you with them."

The middle-aged man seemed to realize something and struggled desperately to get up. But the slap he received just now was too heavy, so he couldn't find Bei.

He didn't take two steps before he fell to the ground, he wanted to live, he wanted to do it very much. So he grabbed the ground with his hands and kept crawling forward.

The back of the neck is cold, and two silver needles are inserted.

Mu Fan clapped his hands, his hands covered with filth and blood. It's very quick to pierce someone's chest directly with your hand, but it's dirtier after killing someone.

Pulling a jug of water from the storage ring, he crouched down to wash his hands. After washing his hands, he took out a sky blue handkerchief, carefully wiped it a few times, and then silently withdrew it.

Hide your identity, naturally you can't use the Chitose Lan handkerchief, although he has been using it for more than ten years, if necessary, the habit that should be changed still has to be changed.

Mu Fan beckoned, and the spar he took out just now was taken back by him. Looking back at the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man was lying on the ground and convulsing, looking like he couldn't live for a few breaths.

He wanted to leave immediately, remembering what others said, "Cutting the grass does not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows and grows".

"Alas...... Makes sense! ”

Mu Fan squatted beside the middle-aged man, stepped on it, and waited for the middle-aged man to completely die before deciding to leave.

After a few steps forward, I hid in the middle of the mountain forest. He restrained his breath with all his might, and slowly touched it back.

The middle-aged man died, but the middle-aged man's storage ring was still there.

The gongs and drums must have attracted a lot of people. There are six people that Mu Fan can detect, and I don't know if there are any more powerful masters who he didn't detect.

There are not many monks of the same realm who can evade the detection of his divine sense, and his divine soul has undergone a mutation not long ago, and a single horn has grown.

Until now, he has not figured out the role of this single horn, and since the horn has grown, it always has some effect. Otherwise, the legendary Great Black Sky Divine Power would be too chilling.

Sure enough, people approached the middle-aged man one after another. They groped around on middle-aged people, hoping to make some money from the dead.

Mu Fan waited quietly, these people wanted to make money from the dead, he wanted to make money from the living.

No, that's not appropriate. He not only wanted to make money from the living, but also wanted to make money from the dead. More importantly, he wanted to see if there was anyone in there who could be his opponent.

The wealth displayed by middle-aged people is like a magnet with a strong magnetic force, and those who hope to make a fortune from the dead are like small iron nails, which are attracted one after another.

Mu Fan stared at all this coldly, and the "little iron nails" who were attracted to it fought without any suspense.

There is only one wealth, everyone wants it, kill everyone else, and turn "everyone" into "one person". Wealth distribution will be easy.

After waiting for a long time, just when Mu Fan was about to lose patience and was about to make a move, a swordsman walked over in the distance.

The swordsman dragged the knife and walked slowly, his expression was very calm, and he didn't care about the "little iron nail" in front of him.

Many "little iron nails" seemed to be shocked by his momentum, and I don't know who said, "Pretending to be good at pretending, but I don't know how the strength is?" ”

Mu Fan looked at the appearance of the swordsman holding the knife, and thought of Duan Hai inexplicably.

At the foot of the Snow Mountain, Duan Hai personally cut off his head in exchange for the opportunity for Qiyun to get close to Emperor Dongze. It's a pity that he mistakenly believed in Huo Wujia, and his top-notch cultivation was so wasted.

Worthless to die......

Mu Fan shook his head in his heart and looked at the matter in front of him again.

The young swordsman was still calm, and he didn't pay attention to the person in front of him. This may sound awkward, but it is true.

"Hand over all your hedrons, and I won't kill you." The swordsman continued to state the facts.

"You will give it to you if you say it will be given to you, who do you think you are?"

"I don't know which pimple came out, come here to find a pimple for my uncle."

The people who had been fighting for the middle-aged man's storage ring slowly gathered together, and it didn't matter what they said, they knew that if they fought alone, they would definitely not be the opponent of the young swordsman.

The swordsman looked at the more and more people on the opposite side, and couldn't help but smile: "What I said is the truth, and what you said is big." I repeat, hand over your hedrons, and I will spare your lives, or you will surely die. ”

Mu Fan wanted to fight the swordsman a little, thought about it, and gave up again. The strength of the people here is the strongest, but in the late stage of the Yutang Realm, there are very few who can fight him.

It's better to take a look at how many catties the swordsman has, if the swordsman does have two hits, it's not too late to do it.

The young swordsman saw that his persuasion was useless, and knew that he could only use the knife to speak.

It is easier to speak with a knife than with your mouth, and when you get up and down with a knife, it's like chopping melons and vegetables, and the person on the other side is chopped down by a crumbling dog.

After a few breaths, the dust settled, and there was a large pile of severed limbs on the ground, and the smell of blood wafted everywhere. Eight people died like this, and the young swordsman did not feel the slightest discomfort.

Mu Fan said in his heart: "It seems that he should have killed a lot of people, so he started without hesitation." ”

He was no longer hiding his whereabouts, and the sudden appearance of the aura startled the young swordsman.

Because the distance between the two is very close, less than ten zhang.

"Who are you? How long have you been hiding there? The young swordsman asked.

"It doesn't matter who I am, I want to kill you."

The young swordsman smiled: "I'm afraid you won't be able to kill me." ”

Mu Fan waved his hand and said, "I want to know how many moves you can hold under me?" ”

"So confident?" The young swordsman's face was calm, "My knife is fast, you should have seen it just now." ”

Mu Fan nodded, "That's right, I saw it, it's quite fast." ”

"And you're going to fight me?" The young swordsman laughed, "All the monks in the Jade Hall Realm are not my opponents, and I have always been very confident in this, so I advise you to hand over the spar and leave here obediently." ”

Mu Fan smiled: "I will give you this sentence, do you believe it or not?" ”

The young swordsman said: "You may have misunderstood, I didn't say anything big, I was just stating the facts." Like when I killed those eight people, they didn't believe it, and then they died. ”

"You'll soon know that what you just said isn't the truth."