Peerless Martial Soul

There were several flying boats parked not far away. The flying boats were so fast that they could go to the opposite shore thousands of miles away in an hour.

But the cost of flying boats is much higher, 10,000 middle-grade spirit stones at a time, while the cost of boats is much lower, only 1,000 middle-grade spirit stones, but correspondingly, the speed is much slower, at least one Genius.

Chen Feng really didn't have this time delay, so he chose to take a flying boat.

He walked to the flying boats that were moored to one side.

Next to the flying boat, there were a few people in the costumes of handyman disciples guarding.

They are responsible for picking up guests, serving passengers, and even unable to fly a flying boat.

Because it takes a very powerful cultivation base to drive the flying boat, their qi energy is simply not that strong.

Seeing Chen Feng dressed in a simple white dress, the handyman disciple standing next to Feizhou suddenly showed contempt.

He walked directly in front of Chen Feng with his nostrils in the sky, and said arrogantly: "Where is the poor ghost? Look at you like this, it doesn't seem like you can take off the boat!"

"Hurry up, roll as far as you can, roll aside, don't block the way of other guests!"

Chen Feng twisted his brows, looked at him, and said coldly: "How many middle-grade spirit stones are needed to take a flying boat."

The disciple was lazy, pointing to the sign next to him very disdainfully, and said, "Did you not see it? It is clear that it is written on it, 10,000 middle-grade spirit stones at a time!"

"Looking at your outfit, you know that you are a poor ghost. Can you sit on it? I guess you can't even sit on the boat next to you?"

"Get out, get out!"

He waved his hand very impatiently, with a very contemptuous attitude.

Chen Feng sneered and looked at him: "You said I am a poor ghost, don't you? Have the courage to say it again!"

The handyman disciple stared at him: "What happened when I said you were a poor ghost? Poor ghost! Poor ghost! Poor ghost!"

He said it three times in succession, Chen Feng laughed, took out a mustard bag, and threw it in the air.

Under his control, the mustard bag was opened directly in the air.

Then a huge amount of spirit stones, like a waterfall, poured directly down from the air.

This handyman disciple had no time to resist, and was hit by countless spirit stones. These countless spirit stones were piled into a hill several meters high, and he was buried directly in it.

When people around saw this scene, they were in an uproar.

The mustard bag that Chen Feng threw out contained medium-grade spirit stones, not to mention 10,000, I'm afraid there are 100,000!

Many people looked at Chen Fengfeng with envy and shock.

"Oh my God, how many middle-grade spirit stones are this? Just like a hill, I think it's at least 100,000 yuan!"

"This young man is really amazing. He looks inconspicuous, but he didn't expect his wealth to be so rich!"

"And you see, he throws so many middle-grade spirit stones, he doesn't feel any distress at all, indicating that his wealth is more than that!"

"Haha, that dog sees low-level things and deserves to be taught, he is rich in wealth! It's just that they are dressed in a very simple way on purpose."

The handyman disciple finally crawled out of the pile of spirit stones.

Everyone laughed at the embarrassed appearance of the handyman disciple.

At this time, in the flying boat, a man who looked like a steward stepped down quickly.

He came to Chen Feng and smiled respectfully: "This young man, calm down and calm down."

Then he dragged the handyman disciple out, went up there with punches and kicks, and sternly shouted: "Things that don't have eyesight, you have offended a distinguished guest, do you know?"

The handyman was directly smashed by those spirit stones. At this time, he realized that Chen Feng's wealth was very rich and was definitely not something he could afford. He honestly knelt on the ground and was beaten.

Then he was dragged to Chen Feng by the manager and knelt down before Chen Feng.

Chen Feng glanced at him and said lightly: "Dogs look at things that are low!"

Chen Feng put the middle-grade spirit stones into the mustard bag, and then stepped onto the flying boat.

There are only 6 seats on the flying boat, the other five are already full, and Chen Feng is about to sit down in the last of them.

At this moment, suddenly a brawny bald man in black rushed up, seeing the last position, and seeing Chen Feng just sitting on it.

The steward smiled and said to the strong man in black: "This distinguished guest, we only have the last seat that has been taken. Please go down, and there will be a flying boat to take off later!"

The strong man in black glared at him with a murderous expression on his face, and sternly shouted: "You old man, I have important things to go down the mountain, and delay the important things, can you bear it?"

"It's not enough to kill you!"

His eyes circled in the flying boat, swept across the faces of the six passengers, and then fixed on Chen Feng.

He walked to Chen Feng, looked down at him, and sternly shouted: "Little bastard, get out, this seat belongs to Lao Tzu!"

Chen Feng looked at him with a sharp flash in his eyes, and said in his heart: "What? I think I'm a bully, right?"

He said lightly: "This seat is already mine, please go down!"

Chen Feng didn't want to cause trouble, and he was quite polite, but the brawny man in black obviously regarded his concession as cowardice.

He stared at Chen Feng with a grim face, twisted his fists, and made a burst of bones: "Little bunny, I'll count three times. If you can't get up, don't blame me for doing it!"

"If you don't get out by yourself now, I will break your bones and throw it out again."

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