Feng Yi seemed too shocked by the poisoning, and immediately set out to look for Hu Tian, and even forgot to collect the reward!
This Xiao Huan is really something. He didn’t even remind me that my important defensive magic weapon is not hung on my body. What should I do if something unexpected happens?
Feng Yi thought of this and immediately shouted in his mind: "Xiao Huan, Xiao Huan, where is my reward?"
After a while, Xiao Huan slowly appeared: "Hey, my dear host Feng Yi, you still remember that you have a system. I thought you were going to live happily with our Son of the Plane!"
"Hey, don't be angry. Haven't I kept my distance from him?"
"Stop trying to hide it here! Okay, okay, the child is grown up, and I can't control him anymore. I'll put the two magic weapons in your storage ring!"
The system had given up struggling, and Feng Yi quickly apologized with a smile.
The auction was in full swing. Halfway through, a more popular treasure appeared. It was a flying knife hidden weapon with a locking function. This thing was good, but this kind of spiritual weapon was very rare. Soon the price had climbed to 800,000 low-grade spirit stones.
Ye Ming wanted to bid several times, but he stopped every time. Feng Yi naturally saw it. What was going on?
Could it be that our handsome and powerful Son of the Plane is a pauper?
I remember he later told me that he had harvested a lot of high-quality mid-grade spirit stones in the Netherworld. How come they were used up so quickly?
Could it be that I practiced too hard?
Hahahahahahahaha!
Feng Yi scoffed mercilessly in his heart, but he directly bid: "850,000!"
Ye Ming also directly reached out to grab Feng Yi, but Feng Yi turned around and cut him off. He lifted his robe elegantly and sat down in the seat opposite him again. He smiled provocatively at Ye Ming: "I'm not a poor swordsman like you. I'm an alchemist and have plenty of spirit stones!"
Ye Ming majored in spear cultivation. This type of cultivators who cultivated weapons were collectively referred to as sword cultivators. Generally speaking, spirit stones were either used to buy their own magical treasures, or to cultivate themselves or polish their magical treasures. They were all very poor!
He is not like Feng Yi, who has a large family and a lot of wealth. Just by refining a few batches of pills, spirit stones will flow into his pocket continuously!
Ye Ming looked at Feng Yi in amazement. Yes, he was an alchemist. He had been fighting with him on the battlefield these days and almost forgot his main job.
In the time it took the two of them to say a word, the price had already reached 900,000, but the bidding speed had slowed down, almost reaching the highest price of this spiritual weapon.
Feng Yi considered it for a minute, and when the price was stuck at 900,000 and no one bid, Feng Yi called out the price of "910,000" just when the auctioneer was about to make the first deal.
The auctioneer had a professional fake smile on his face, as if he had no emotional fluctuations, but his heart was already beaming with joy. So far, today's auction had exceeded a certain price, and his commission would definitely not be small.
Feng Yi originally thought that he had already secured the deal, but who knew someone would start bidding again, and why was there a hint of gnashing of teeth in the voice?
Feng Yi doesn't care about that. Before, Wu Sangui lost his temper for his beloved, and now I, Feng Yi, spend a fortune for...
Um, friend?
Looking at the stars in Ye Ming's eyes, Feng Yi didn't know what was going on in his heart, and he felt a mixture of emotions.
In my previous life, I was a sticky note boy who moved wherever I was needed and didn’t seem to know how to say no. I didn’t meet anyone who cherished me or was worthy of my cherishment. I think I have met him in this life, right?
While Feng Yi was still in a daze, the auctioneer had already called out the price twice and was about to hammer it in. He suddenly woke up and quickly shouted, "Nine hundred and fifty thousand!"
Feng Yi was too lazy to haggle over the price by tens of thousands, so he estimated the other party's psychological price and went straight to the point. Sure enough, the other party stopped bidding, and the auctioneer made the final decision. Feng Yi bought the hidden weapon at a high price of "950,000".
Seeing Feng Yi spending so much, Ye Ming didn't feel embarrassed at all. He just stood up and sat next to Feng Yi, leaning slightly towards Feng Yi, and then said, "I don't have that many spirit stones to give you, what should I do?"
Feng Yi leaned his hand on the table and tilted his head and said, "I didn't ask you to pay it back. Just consider this small amount of money as a reward for protecting me!"
"Okay, then let me be your lifelong personal bodyguard!" Ye Ming looked into Feng Yi's eyes and said seriously.
Feng Yi didn't know how to respond to this confession-like statement. He said in a panic, "Tsk, the Luming Sect's top young master is only worth these few spirit stones in his lifetime?"
Ye Ming just looked at Feng Yi quietly, but did not say what he wanted to say the most in his heart. This made Feng Yi breathe a sigh of relief, and then he said: "The auction is over, let's go quickly and go to the next city."
"Yeah, okay."
Ye Ming agreed and followed Feng Yi, thinking in his heart: Wait for the day when you are ready.
Xiao Mopan was on Feng Yi's wrist, feeling sleepy, but he was happy in his heart. It seemed that the two of them had reconciled, so Feng Yi didn't need his protection anymore. He had to have a good sleep, as he didn't get enough sleep last time!
But Feng Yi and Ye Ming were stopped by a group of people just as they walked out of the city.
"Boy, hand over the things you bought at the auction and I can spare your life." A big man with a centipede scar on his face said viciously.
Behind him followed a beautiful woman and a fair-faced young man, all three of them had the strength of Spirit Kings.
In the world of cultivation, it is not difficult to remove scars. I don’t know whether this big man wants to scare people or has some unspeakable secret, but he actually has such a long scar on his face.
The beautiful woman behind smiled delicately: "Brother Wang, don't be so rude. Leave the taller young man to me. Don't cripple him, or it won't be fun anymore."
A hint of lust flashed across the eyes of the fair-faced young man, and his gaze never left Feng Yi.
Ye Ming crossed his arms and asked, "Which Taoist friend is this?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the scarred man opposite frowned, realizing that these two people must have backers. He was thinking about whether to retreat or to go all the way and grind these two people to ashes.
The fair-faced young man behind him couldn't help but say, "Scar, what are you waiting for? Have you forgotten what Master said? Everything should be based on the two of us."
Feng Yi and Ye Ming circulated their spiritual energy. It seemed that they had to fight today. Feng Yi thought to himself: It's either you die or I live! Who made me have Ye Ming and Xiao Mo here?
Little Mo Ye quietly raised his head, looked at the three people with cold eyes, and spit out bright red tongue.
Scarface glanced at him sideways, feeling angry but forcing himself to suppress it. A big axe appeared in his hand, but he thought to himself: If it weren't for the poison in my body, who would be willing to follow these two guys? It will be over sooner or later!
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