Chapter 97: Blackmail 500,000 lower-grade spirit stones

"Boom!"
Zhou Chuanxiong's left cheek was deformed by Lin Feng, even his jaw was shattered, broken teeth ejected from his mouth, and fell heavily to the ground. Lin Feng gave him a severely wounded and dying appearance, and gave him no mercy. Kicked off the ring!
"Boom!"
Zhou Chuanxiong's huge body fell to the ground, and there was a loud noise.
Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience suddenly cheered, and even Elder Meng, who was nervous before, was happy.
"Lin Feng is good!"
"Good job!"
"Even if the Yutian Shrine is the first of the eight super sects, so what? It's not defeated by our Luoyun Sect!"
Mu Qingtian and the three came to Zhou Chuanxiong and found that he had passed out, and their expressions were pale.
Mu Qingtian quickly took out an elixir from his arms and put it into Zhou Chuanxiong's mouth. His pale face gradually became ruddy. At this moment, Elder Meng led a group of outer door elders to surround Mu Qingtian. When they got up, for fear that they would go back on their debts, Lin Feng slowly walked down from the ring, looked at Mu Qingtian, and said word by word: "Old stuff, we used to fight
After betting, the losing party has to pay 500,000 lower-grade spirit stones. I won this game. You should be able to fulfill your promise now. "
Mu Qingtian can be said to be a dumb eating Coptidis nowadays. He is unclear. He looked at Lin Feng with a gloomy face, and his hands trembled: "Good boy, you..."
Lin Feng raised his hand to interrupt him, carried the bazooka on his shoulders, and aimed at Mu Qingtian's head. Indifferent words came: "I have limited patience, so talk nonsense with me, believe it or not, I will bomb you to death!" Qingtian gritted his teeth and looked at Lin Feng, not talking, so he had to bite the bullet and writhe in the storage ring. In the end, he took out nearly 200,000 low-grade spirit stones, and a full twenty large boxes were placed on the ground. , Mu Qingtian is about to
I bargained with Lin Feng, only to find that Lin Feng's eyes were staring at him fiercely. Looking at his eyes, it was clear that he didn't want a penny. Mu Qingtian gave Du Chen and Zhantai Qingjue a look, and asked them to pay first. Although Zhantai Qingjue and Du Chen were extremely unwilling, they still collected nearly 100,000 low-grade spirit stones. Lin Feng looked surprised. After a glance at the two of them, I have to say that these two men are very rich and staggering. Zhantai Qingjue itself is a noble disciple of the Imperial Palace. There is nothing wrong with such a rich net worth, but Du Chen is just an inner disciple. , His personal wealth has reached
With 40,000 low-grade spirit stones, it is estimated that the wealth of the core disciples of the Falling Cloud Sect is much worse than that of Du Chen. Lin Feng looked at the thirty large boxes at his feet and smirked at Mu Qingtian and the others: "Are your heads pretty funny? We bet that we were talking about half a million low-grade spirit stones." Lin Feng glanced at this. There are more than 30 boxes under my feet,
Saying coldly: "What does this mean? It's still 200,000 yuan. What's the matter, you want to go wrong?"
With that, the rocket launcher on Lin Feng's shoulder moved forward, less than ten centimeters away from Mu Qingtian's head.
Mu Qingtian was in a cold sweat. At such a close distance, he was really not sure to hide. After all, Lin Feng's bazooka was too powerful, and even Zhou Chuanxiong's mysterious iron chariot was blown up by him. Zhantai Qingjue behind Mu Qingtian looked at Lin Feng with red eyes. The anger in his heart had reached the extreme. When he grew up, when he was bullied so much, he couldn't help shouting: "Lin Feng, it's better to be a human It's good to stay on the sidelines! Thousands
Don't kick your nose and face! "
Lin Feng would never give him a good face for the Zhantai who was trying to his wife: "Hey, I just slapped my nose on my face, how about it, if you have the ability, you bit me!"
"You!" Zhan Tai Qing Jue looked grim.
At this moment, Du Chen took a step forward, clasped his fists in both hands, and his gentle voice came out: "Brother Lin, we really only have so many spirit stones. Even if you sell me now, we still don't have enough to make up 500,000 lower-grade spirits. Stone."
Lin Feng still admires Du Chen, because Du Chen does not have the arrogance and arrogance of Zhantai Qingjue. On the contrary, Du Chen always looks like a handsome young man.
Looking at them like this, Lin Feng probably knows that they really don’t have any, but Lin Feng never loses money. He smiled and said,
It’s okay if the spirit stone is gone. Otherwise, you can give me some treasures or something. Right."
"Treasure? What do you want!" Mu Qingtian glanced at Lin Feng. This kid was quite cunning, and he might have something to come out. Lin Feng circled the three of Mu Qingtian and said with a smile: "Your Imperial Palace is so rich, what kind of treasure do you want? How about this? I saw that the golden chariot you were riding in when you came was very good. To mortgage these twenty
Wan lower grade spirit stone. "
"Boy, do you really dare the lion to open your mouth!" Mu Qingtian glared. His golden chariot was the top crafting master in the Imperial Palace who spent more than a year tailoring him. It is also one of the top magic weapons in the Imperial Palace. Lin Feng meant
The two hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones were exchanged for the golden chariot, which is equivalent to buying and selling in a disguised form, but the only two hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones of your own chariot is two million, that would not work!
"Since you are not sincere, just stay!" As Lin Feng said with a fierce look, he summoned a 98K sniper rifle with his left hand and pressed it against the head of Zhou Chuanxiong who was lying on the ground and dying with serious injuries.
The scene now is very funny. Lin Feng is carrying a bazooka on Mu Qingtian’s forehead in one hand, and holding a 98K sniper rifle on the unconscious Zhou Chuanxiong’s body with the other hand, but Mu Qingtian dare not dare. Out.
Lin Feng used a gun to pick Zhou Chuanxiong, who was unconscious, and said coldly to Mu Qingtian and the others: "If you delay, this genius of Yutian Temple may not be far away from death!"
"Hold on!"
Seeing the scene where the arrows were drawn, Du Chen suddenly stepped forward and shouted, stopping Lin Feng, who was about to get angry.
Lin Feng glanced at him in surprise, frowned, what this kid wanted to do.
Du Chen first gave a fist to Lin Feng and the others, and then whispered a few words in Mu Qingtian's ear.
After a while, Du Chen took a few steps back and returned to his original position.
Mu Qingtian's eyes changed slightly, his face fluctuated, he looked back at Du Chen in surprise.
Du Chen nodded at him without speaking. Mu Qingtian seemed to struggle for a long time, and finally looked at Lin Feng: "The deserted ancient forbidden land is about to open in one month. I originally promised you five places in the Falling Cloud Sect, now I will give you ten!"