Among them, the most depressed were the monks who set up stalls behind Xiong Qiwei, looking at the originally hot business, because of Xiong Qiwei's intervention, they immediately became overwhelmed, and they could only look at each other and smile bitterly and dare not speak up.

With the clattering of his teeth, Xiong Qiwei took a deep breath, glanced at Yan Batian and his brother and sister coldly, walked up to them, stared at Yan Batian who was close at hand with a fierce look, bowed his head slightly, and whispered coldly in his ear.

"Yan Batian, you are already a person who has died once, to a waste like you, acquaintances, leave Ziguang City as soon as possible, otherwise, hehe, although I can't make a move on you at this moment, but in two months, in the Purple Light City All Family Ring Competition, you, as the next patriarch of the Yan family, must participate in the ring challenge. If you don't want to die again, I advise you to get out of here as soon as possible, and then hide in a place where birds don't shit in a poor mountain under the command of the Yan family, and live the rest of your life in peace!"

Listening to these **naked threatening words, the corners of Yan Batian's mouth slightly hooked up a hint of mockery, tilted his head slightly, looked at Xiong Qiwei with an extremely strange gaze, then rolled his eyes, and turned his head to look at the little Lori with a cold light in his eyes behind him.

"Yan'er, you said that our brother and sister went out today, didn't you seem to have read the yellow calendar?"

Learning from Yan Batian's appearance, Yan Feiyan looked the extremely vicious Xiong Qiwei up and down, and then pretended to be afraid of pain, and kept nodding her little head.

"Brother Batian, our luck today is too bad, I knew this, Yan'er should have taken a good look at the yellow calendar before she went out. ”

Listening to the words of Yan Batian's brothers and sisters, Xiong Qiwei thought that they were afraid of him, but before he could feel joy in his heart, Yan Batian's next understatement made him suddenly angry.

"No wonder I just entered the market, and I haven't walked a few steps, I heard a bear fart indiscriminately, and I have to look at the proverb of the yellow calendar when I go out, which is very reasonable, and the ancients really don't deceive me!"

Ignoring Xiong Qiwei, who was about to squirt blood in front of him, Yan Batian easily took Yan Feiyan's fair and delicate little hand, and strolled to the front of a stall not far away.

"Hey, today's luck is still good, this scarf is actually made of the tail of a second-order demon beast fox, which can not only keep out the cold, but also have the defensive effect of spontaneous protector, and it is just right for Yan'er to buy it. This Dao brother, how to buy this scarf?"

picked up a fluffy pure white scarf at the stall, Yan Batian carefully wrapped Yan Feiyan around her delicate neck, and looked at the little Loli in front of her who was even more fresh and refined because of the scarf.

"I want this scarf!"

Finally caught the opportunity to suppress Yan Batian, Xiong Qiwei hurriedly took a step forward, directly threw out ten lower grade spirit stones, pointed at the pure white scarf around Yan Feiyan's neck, and looked at Yan Batian provocatively, wanting to make him unable to get off the stage, but he couldn't hide it at all.

Although this scarf is finely made and in perfect condition, the material used is only the tail of an ordinary demon fox, and it is said that it has the effect of spontaneously protecting the master, but it is only a false head, and it can only resist an attack from a monk in the early stage of qi training. The value will definitely not exceed three lower-grade spirit stones.

Xiong Qiwei directly increased the price by three times, and his intention is well known.

The financial resources of the Xiong family are several levels stronger than those of the Yan family, and Xiong Qiwei, who failed to take advantage of the verbal advantage, really wants to overwhelm Yan Batian financially, and has regained the lost face.

The stall owner behind the stall smiled bitterly, it seems that these two family immortals are fighting, and it should be his turn to suffer. He can't afford to offend any of them!

Obviously, his worries were purely superfluous, and this prodigal disciple of the Yan family did not embarrass the stall owner as before, but threw out twenty low-grade spirit stones extremely boldly.

"Xiong Daoyou is too good at embarrassing the Xiong family, just ten low-grade spirit stones, just want to get such a perfect workmanship of the demon fox scarf, is it about to go crazy?"

Looking at Yan Batian, who was easily throwing twenty lower-grade spirit stones in front of him, and his face showed disdain, Xiong Qiwei's expression couldn't help but stagnate. Yan Batian has always been shy, when did he become so bold?

After seeing the dusty and out-of-the-world little Lori beside Yan Batian, who was set off by the demon fox scarf, Xiong Qiwei suddenly realized in his heart, "If you want to be able to do it in front of the little beauty, you also have to have that strength, your family Xiong Ye wants you today, and you will be embarrassed if you don't succeed!"

"Fifty lower-grade spirit stones, I'm going to settle this scarf!"

His eyes were slightly red, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and after a moment of silence, Xiong Qiwei threw out another thirty lower-grade spirit stones in a desperate gamble. Although he wanted to make a very relaxed appearance, it was a pity that his trembling hands obviously betrayed him.

"You won. ”

To the surprise of all the people around who were peeking at them from afar, Yan Batian smiled slightly after seeing Xiong Qiwei throw the spirit stone again, and said jokingly with a thumbs up at him.

"The Xiong family is really wealthy, and they can actually use fifty low-grade spirit stones to buy a useless cold scarf! As one of the four major families, the Xiong family will not regret it because of only fifty low-grade spirit stones!"

put on a high hat, and pulled out the banner of the Xiong family, if Xiong Qiwei really repented, it was not his face that was lost, and the entire Xiong family would be "stained".

Removed the demon fox scarf from the neck of Yan Feiyan, who couldn't straighten her waist with a smile, Yan Batian put the scarf directly on Xiong Qiwei, who was a little stunned, and laughed and pulled Yan Feiyan away.

The stall owner who got the spirit stone, when Xiong Qiwei was still stunned, put away everything on the stall like a trick, and ran around with his head in his arms. It was almost fifty low-grade spirit stones for nothing, but it was already the net profit of his hard work for several months.

After a while, Xiong Qiwei's face was as heavy as if he had smeared ink, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had been completely tricked by Yan Batian.

"Yan Batian, count you ruthless! You remember it for me! Two months later, in the Purple Light City Family Ring Competition, it's best not to let you and me meet, I swear, I must crush your bones and ashes, and I have repaid today's shame!"

Staring resentfully at the back of Yan Batian, who had gone away, Xiong Qiwei was so angry that he looked up to the sky and roared. Huan looked at the peeping monks around him who were a little stunned, and his anger was even greater, but after all, he was not a thief and a gangster on the street, and he had to take care of the face of the Xiong family. With a gloomy face, he roared angrily, "What's so beautiful!", and left the market in a gloomy manner, sulking.

Seeing all this, several Yan family guards who were secretly protecting the Yan Batian brothers and sisters in the crowd, while secretly shouting cool, there was also a trace of cold sweat behind their backs.

"Oh my God, although the young master is very happy to do this, the grievances and hatred between our Yan family and the Xiong family are even more difficult to resolve!"