Chapter 315: Frivolous

Chapter Three and Five
"You make a price."
Chu Yanran looked at Xiao Fan faintly, with a high-pitched look, her gaze seemed to be looking down at an ant.
Xiao Fan sneered in her heart. Chu Yanran's tone was really not ordinary domineering. He was very upset by buying his colorful dragon-grain wood as if he was giving him alms.
"Not for sale!" Xiao Fan said without hesitation, his expression indifferent.
The crowd looked at Xiao Fan in astonishment, thinking they had misheard.
That's Chu Yanran, the Chu family's protagonist. You dare to talk to him like that. Isn't this looking for death?
"Huh?!" Chu Yanran's eyes were extremely cold, "Do you know who I am?"
"I know, I have heard what you said just now, and he said the same just now." Xiao Fan said lightly.
There was a strange look on the faces of the crowd, this kid really dare to say, is this ignoring Chu Yanran? Still deliberately mocking her?
Yi Yun and Xiang Rong were also slightly surprised. They knew that Xiao Fan had always eaten soft but not hard, but it also had to look at the target, even they had to give the Chu family a bit of face.
"Ten million!" Chu Yanran's eyes were getting colder and colder. It was about her brother Chu's frivolous problem. She couldn't take it lightly, no matter how great the price was.
"Not for sale!" Xiao Fan shook his head faintly. Ten million middle-grade soul stones are not too small, but in his heart, even if there are more soul stones, they are not as good as colorful dragon wood, because he has already thought of it. The usefulness of colorful dragon wood.
"Twenty million!" Chu Yanran raised the price again.
In her opinion, a warlord realm cultivator is nothing but a soul stone. Since you don't agree, I will smash the soul stone until you agree.
"It's useless to say more, I won't sell it for 100 million." Xiao Fan still shook his head and turned to leave.
"Two hundred million!" Chu Yanran almost gritted her teeth. Didn't you kid say that you won't sell it for 100 million? I will offer 200 million yuan, depending on whether you sell it or not.
"Hiss!" The crowd took a breath and looked at Xiao Fan and Chu Yanran in horror.
Two hundred million middle-grade soul stones are equivalent to 20 billion lower-grade soul stones, and it is impossible for an average war emperor to get so many soul stones.
Isn’t it just a piece of colorful dragon wood? Two hundred million middle-grade soul stones have far exceeded its value.
Many people looked at Xiao Fan with a sneer. This guy was so ignorant that he didn't even give the Chu family's face.
Elder Wu looked at Xiao Fan with a sneer, and said coldly in his heart: "Don't you just want a soul stone? The Chu family lacks everything, but there is no shortage of soul stones. This colorful dragon-grain wood will still be mine in the end!"
However, the Fifth Elder's smile instantly froze, because Xiao Fan left without looking back, as if he hadn't heard Chu Yanran's words at all.
"Don't know what is good or bad!" Chu Yanran was also angry, her figure flashed, and instantly blocked Xiao Fan's path!
"I don't know good or bad? If I don't sell your things to the Chu family, do I not know good or bad?" There was a hint of playfulness on Xiao Fan's face, "I said not to sell, you keep on stubbornly. , Who is it that doesn't know good or bad?"
After a series of rhetorical questions, Chu Yanran was speechless. She finally realized that Xiao Fan was not deliberately raising the price, but really didn't want to sell colorful dragon-grain wood!
In fact, Xiao Fan still had some worries in his heart, for fear that Chu Yanran would recognize him, but now it seems that he is worried too much.
"How on earth can you sell colorful dragon wood?" Chu Yanran's words finally softened.
"If you say you don't sell it, you won't sell it." Xiao Fan was still decisive, and said in his heart: "I finally found the material for refining gold needles, how could it be sold?"
"You!" Chu Yanran was anxious, her chest ups and downs, her face flushed red, tender and tender, as if she could squeeze water gently.
"Boy, this colorful dragon-grain wood originally belonged to me. You bought it for a hundred middle-grade soul stones. I bought them back. It's just a return to the original owner. Two hundred million middle-grade soul stones, what do you want!" Elder Wu stood up, wiped the hard work from the corner of his mouth, and said viciously.
"One hundred middle-grade soul stones?" Chu Yanran heard the words, with the urge to vomit blood, and she was extremely annoyed: "Are you Wu Ren a fool? Colorful dragon-grain wood, you sell the one hundred middle-grade soul stones!"
Not only was Xiao Fan not angry, but he smiled and said: "That only means that you have eyes and no beads. When you receive a hundred middle-grade soul stones, this thing has nothing to do with you. If it's just a piece of waste stone, nothing is cut. Come out, will you still return my 100th Grade Soul Stone?"
The crowd can't help but nod secretly, the night market rules, one hand pays the money, the other hand delivers the goods, once the money and goods are cleared, the items have nothing to do with the previous owner!
"Yes!" Wu Ren gritted his teeth.
"You have lived a lot of years, you haven't grown here, and your skin is thicker than the city wall!" Xiao Fan pointed to his head.
The crowd also looked at Wu Ren contemptuously, this old guy was really not ordinary shameless.
Isn't the word "gambling" that makes the industry like gambling so popular?
If the gambling is broken, will gambling on Shifang still lose money? If the bet goes up, no one will be so stupid to pay enough soul stones to the gambling shop!
"Do you dare to scold me!" Wu Ren was furious, his fists clenched.
"What about scolding you? This is the night market, not the place where you run wild." Xiao Fan's expression was very calm, his robe was calm and his murderous aura quietly rose.
What a frivolous boy!
The pupils of the crowd trembled slightly, and they were all away from the fire. How many people were able to keep their knees under the power of the Chu family?
"Boy, there is a kind of fight. If you don't peel your skin and cramp, I won't be called Wu Ren!" Wu Ren's teeth rattled.
"You're more inhumane, and you're also unrighteous! Don't you feel shameless when you dignified the top of the king and challenged me in the middle of the king?" Xiao Fan said with disdain.
This angry Wu Ren gritted his teeth and the crowd almost laughed. Wu Ren's name is also very strange!
"However, since you want to die, how can I fulfill you?" Xiao Fan suddenly said.
"Little friend Xiao!"
"Brother Xiao!"
When Yi Yun and Xiang Rong heard this, their expressions changed, although they believed in Xiao Fan's strength, after all, even Tang Mu could kill.
But Wu Ren is the elder of the Chu family. If he was killed in front of so many people, wouldn't it be the Chu family's face?
The surrounding audience also looked at Xiao Fan in astonishment. This kid was more than frivolous, he was arrogant and defiant.
"Haha, okay, kid, this is your own death, no wonder I!" Wu Ren laughed loudly, with a grinning smile on his face.
"However, I have one condition." Xiao Fan said with a smile.
"If you have something to say, let it go!" Wu Ren was very impatient, he just wanted to kill Xiao Fan immediately and get the colorful dragon wood.
"I want to make an agreement not to kill you. Someone blames me for offending the Chu family. Moreover, the Chu family's eldest lady needs to sign and detain himself." Xiao Fan said in a cool voice.
"Huh!" Wu Ren sneered, this kid is really not ordinary arrogant, let's see how I kill you.
Xiao Fan ignored Wu Ren and kept his eyes on Tang Yanran.
"Okay!" Chu Yanran nodded in the end. As long as Xiao Fan dies, Wu Ren will be able to get the colorful dragon-patterned wood. Perhaps his brother Chu frivolous will have it.
Xiao Fan seemed to have been prepared for a long time, took out a few pieces of paper, the dragons and phoenix danced to write, the crowd scolded, this kid has definitely done a lot of such things, otherwise it would not be so skilled.
When many people saw this, they were a little anticipating.