Chapter 610 Who Is the Victim?

Lin Fengmian listened to the old man's words, and felt a little amused.

Am I such a sucker?

However, he was still a little tempted when he heard the Eight Desolate Wind and Thunder Formation.

Eight Desolate, Wind and Thunder!

These two words are a little special to him.

After all, his Dharma image is the Eight Desolate Evil God, and his spiritual roots are wind, thunder and fire.

Seeing that Lin Fengmian was a little tempted, Yue Yinglan pulled his sleeve and whispered.

"Prince Wuxie, don't be fooled. There are 105 swords on the ground."

"You just bought 13 swords, and it was agreed to be 108. There are 10 more swords."

At the same time, Youyao, who was not far behind them, also reminded Lin Fengmian of this matter to prevent him from being deceived again.

Having a lot of money is one thing, but you can't be a sucker.

Hearing this, Lin Fengmian couldn't help but look down at the broken swords on the ground. His spiritual sense swept through them, and there were indeed 105 ancient swords of the same model on the ground.

Some people among the crowd also noticed this and couldn't help laughing.

But except Yueyinglan and Youyao, no one spoke up to remind him. They looked at Lin Fengmian with amusement, wanting to see him laugh.

Yan Hu laughed even more proudly, saying, "Prince Wuxie is rich, he will not miss this opportunity, right?"

Lin Fengmian smiled and said, "I just bought it as a wind chime, just to listen to the sound!"

"I just think that more than a dozen swords are not impressive enough, and these more than a hundred swords are just right to hang in the yard as decorations."

"Old man, you name a price, I want them all!"

He did not find the mysterious aura on ten of the swords, and those ten swords seemed to be shoddy.

The old man smiled and said, "I think we are destined to be together, how about packing 10,000 top-grade spirit stones together?"

Lin Fengmian threw out a storage ring and said calmly, "Okay! I want all of them!"

Anyway, he had spirit stones in his pocket now, so he decided to trust his intuition and be bold for once.

The people watching the excitement around could not help but take a breath of cold air, and many female cultivators looked at Lin Fengmian with a dazzling look.

This man was already handsome and extraordinary, and when he was generous, he looked even more noble and handsome, and his appearance was comparable to Pan An.

Yan Long and Yan Hu saw Lin Fengmian suffer a loss, but they were not as happy as they imagined, only envious and jealous.

The children of the noble family are not as happy as you imagine, but they will be happier than you imagine!

Yue Yinglan couldn't stop it, so she could only give up.

I am not his, I have already reminded him.

He insisted on jumping into the pit, and I couldn't help it.

I don't know if Prince Tianze is really rich or too face-saving.

For a gamble, tens of thousands of top-grade spirit stones were thrown out, spending money like water.

At this moment, the old man took the spirit stone, smiling happily, the whole person smiled like a flower, and handed over a parchment roll.

"Young Master, you are so straightforward. I will give you this Eight Desolate Wind and Thunder Formation. I hope you will not let it down."

Yan Hu said sourly: "There are a total of 118 swords, you idiot."

Lin Fengmian said calmly: "I know that. Anyway, I only need 108 swords, and I don't want more."

He took out ten of them casually and threw them aside, and put the rest into the storage ring.

The old man's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he smiled awkwardly and took out another sheepskin scroll and handed it over.

"Young Master is so generous, I am embarrassed to hide my shortcomings, so I will give you this sword-raising technique."

Lin Fengmian took it and looked at it. It was indeed an ancient method of raising swords, but he couldn't understand it for a while, so he put it away.

"Thank you!"

Yan Hu said sarcastically: "You are really being sold out and still helping others count money!"

Lin Fengmian turned around and smiled meaningfully: "You have eyes that don't know gold and jade, don't think everyone is the same as you."

He casually took out a rusty ancient sword and a long sword of low-grade magic weapon level and touched them together.

The low-grade magic weapon broke with a sound, while the broken sword that was already full of gaps was still intact.

Everyone took a breath and stared at the broken sword in amazement.

This is at least a high-grade magic weapon!

Lin Fengmian said lightly: "Although I bought it back to listen to the sound, not everything can catch my eye."

Yueyinglan was a little surprised. Did she make a mistake?

This Prince Tianze didn't buy blindly, but was really confident?

She looked at the old man, but saw that he was also dumbfounded.

Youyao was not too surprised, she knew that this kid would not suffer a loss.

At this moment, the old man seemed to regret it. He wanted to ask Lin Fengmian to take back the ancient sword, but he was afraid of his identity.

"Princess Lan, let's go!"

Lin Fengmian put away the ancient sword, turned around and left, and Yueying Lan followed him.

She asked curiously: "Since Your Highness can see that this sword is extraordinary, why don't you take it all?"

Lin Fengmian said calmly: "Although it is given by heaven, if you don't take it, you will be blamed. But people should not be too much, and things should not be done to the extreme."

"Everything is too much or too little, so let's leave a little chance for others."

Yueying Lan and the people around him suddenly felt that Lin Fengmian was unfathomable and immediately stood in awe.

After Lin Fengmian left, the others looked at the remaining ten swords with a dim gaze and rushed to bid.

"I'll offer three hundred top-grade spirit stones!"

"Four hundred!"

...

The old man finally sold the remaining ten swords at the price of one thousand top-grade spirit stones each, and even the other rags on his stall were swept away.

He took a large amount of spirit stones, even discarding the rags on the ground, and nervously got into the crowd.

But he was followed by several tails quietly.

After all, money can move people's hearts!

The Yan brothers emptied their savings, borrowed money from their fellow disciples, bought five of the ancient swords, and left in a hurry.

When they came to the corner, Yan Hu said excitedly: "Brother, this time we made a lot of money!"

A top-grade magic weapon can cost more than 2,000 top-grade spirit stones, not to mention this kind of magic weapon from ancient times.

Yan Long nodded, and when he thought of the kid buying more than 100 swords with 10,000 top-grade spirit stones, he regretted it.

He took out a broken sword and planned to try the grade.

As a result, he exerted a little force, and with a click, the long sword broke into two halves.

The two seemed to hear the sound of a thousand spirit stones breaking.

Yan Long didn't believe it, and broke two more swords, but it was still the same. His face was as black as an iron pot!

He wanted to break another one, but Yan Hu stopped him quickly.

"Brother, don't break it. This is a thousand top-grade spirit stones. Is it the wrong way?"

After a while, the two looked at the debris on the ground and finally confirmed one thing.

These are just a few broken iron swords!

Yan Long was furious and said, "That kid deliberately tricked me. They are in the same group!"

Yan Hu also felt that the old man was definitely in the same group as Lin Fengmian and deliberately set a trap for them to fall into.

"Chase! The old man hasn't gone far yet, let's settle accounts with him!"

The two hurriedly chased after him, and they really found the old man with a hurried look.

"Old liar, don't run!"

The old man ran away without saying a word, turning east and west in the city, making them chase him for a long time.

But the two did not find that the others did not chase him, and only the two of them could catch up with the old man.

The others seemed to be trapped in a wall, and they lost him inexplicably.

After a while, the two brothers blocked the old man in an alley and looked at him with gritted teeth.

"Old man, you dare to cheat me!!"

The old man spread his hands and said: "My fellow Taoist, I have clearly marked the price, and I will never cheat anyone!"

"How can you say I cheated you? I said I would not sell it, but you insisted on buying it!"

Yan Long was so depressed that he wanted to die, and snorted coldly: "I don't want it now, give me back my spirit stone!"

"Okay!"

The old man readily agreed and stretched out his hand and said: "Then fellow Taoist, give me back my sword?"

The broken swords had been broken into pieces long ago, and Yan Long was speechless for a moment.

"The sword is gone, but you must give me the spirit stone, otherwise..."

Yan Long's eyes were very clear, and he secretly clenched his fists, and blocked the old man's way with Yan Hu.

Suddenly, a burst of applause came, and a teasing voice rang out.

"Interesting, interesting, it's really eye-opening!"

Yan Long and the others looked back and saw the hateful boy shaking a folding fan, standing at the entrance of the alley with a beauty and a servant.

He didn't know when he walked behind them, and was looking at the two of them with a smile.

"As an envoy of the Biluo Dynasty, you actually bullied the old, weak, sick and disabled in the streets of Junyan, and robbed them?"

"Is there justice in this? Is there still the law? Do you not take my Junyan's orders seriously?"