Chapter 2343 Lin Feng Is Angry

The cultivator who was pushed to the back by Lin Feng wanted to be angry at first, but when he saw how generous Lin Feng's hands were, he immediately shrank his neck and quietly hid the one million low-grade spirit stones he was about to take out just now.

It's so embarrassing.

They are all cultivators who transform themselves into gods, and their selling price is 20 million, which is 20 times that of his.

If it didn't come from a disciple of a certain powerful force, this monk would not believe it at all.

"I bet Lin Dasheng comes back to save the old ghost with white beard, 20 million low-grade spirit stones."

Lin Feng slapped the storage bag on the table and said calmly.

"Gah?"

The monk who opened the gambling table was stunned when he heard the words, but soon he was very excited to help Lin Feng with some related matters.

The fit monk had already made up his mind before opening the betting market. He used the odds of the frightening difference to drive people to come, and there would always be someone who bet that Lin Dasheng would come to save people.

As a result, it wasn't until this morning that the monks in the integration period discovered that there were very few people who chose to bet to save people, but the other side reached a terrifying number.

If he was asked to pay such a figure, he would probably have to pay a considerable amount of money, and by then he would have no place to cry.

Right now, someone who has been taken advantage of is really attracted by the odds and has come in. Judging by Lin Feng's posture, he is only in the mid-stage of transformation, and it is estimated that the accumulated wealth of his whole body in this life is only 20 million.

Lin Feng left with a jade slip that had been branded by a monk. The jade slip was the proof of the bet. As soon as it was 3:00 noon and everything was revealed, he could take the jade slip to claim the bet.

However, this jade slip made no difference to Lin Feng. Once the situation became irreversible, Lin Feng would definitely search for it first.

Twenty times the odds, a total of 400 million low-grade spirit stones, you can guess with your ass that this fit monk will definitely renege on his debt in the end.

At that time, even if Lin Feng tried to grab it, it would be justifiable.

The so-called bet is nothing more than a way to grab the spirit stone.

Moreover, Lin Feng didn't intend to leave immediately, he would first get rid of the forces that had offended him in Xihua City.

Originally, Lin Feng had already planned to let the Weihai Gang go. After all, the two parties are now considered partners. Under the premise of benefit, it’s okay to let them go. However, it’s no wonder that the other party used such despicable means to blackmail him. him.

Thinking in his heart, Lin Feng hummed a ditty and walked towards the center of Xihua City, holding Qianqian's weak and boneless hand.

At this time, the central square of Xihua City was already crowded with monks, and there was a sea of ​​people.

Many people even ran to the roof of the nearby building, found a good place, got a seat and sat down leisurely.

Lin Feng swept around, and found that the good positions were occupied by other monks, and he would just drive one away, but now, it's best to keep a low profile before noon.

What made Lin Feng quite displeased was that Qianqian attracted the attention of many people. Although her cheeks were covered by black veils, her pretty figure was exposed. Many monks would squeeze over here deliberately, After all, for monks, food may not be very important, but drinking is the best medicine to relieve long-term boring practice.

Therefore, among the monks, most of them are relatively colorless.

But these monks underestimated Qianqian too much.

Qianqian didn't show her strength at all, she just used her vitality to set up a mask around her, and all the monks who touched the mask felt as if they had touched the slipperiest thing in the world, and even staggered for a moment , and fell directly on the other monks.

Lin Feng saw it clearly. Two of the monks slipped at the same time, and they rushed towards each other one after another.

Gradually, the monks around also realized that Qianqian was not ordinary, so they wisely stopped approaching her.

"Brother Lin, these humans are really annoying."

Qianqian wrinkled her nose and said a little angrily.

Lin Feng touched his nose, although he knew that Qianqian didn't say what he meant,

But it sounds weird anyway.

After laughing twice, Lin Feng said: "That's because Qianqian, you are so beautiful. If you take off the veil, I don't know how many people you can fascinate, but not all human monks are like them. Look at me, don't you? Is it good?"

Qianqian glanced at Lin Feng with her beautiful eyes, but she didn't say anything, but a thought suddenly came to her mind: "I hope Brother Lin, you can be attracted to me like they are."

As soon as this thought appeared, Qianqian's face hidden under the black veil turned red, and she spit out: "Qianqian, Qianqian, what kind of mess are you thinking about!"

Lin Feng didn't notice Qianqian's unusual state, but at this moment, Lin Feng's attention was all attracted by the figure tied to the stone pillar in the center of the square.

Lin Feng could tell at a glance that the man was the old ghost with white beard, and he only knew the miserable situation of the old ghost with white beard at this time, but Lin Feng was extremely shocked and angry.

Lin Feng knew that in ancient times, there was a cruel criminal law called three swords and six holes.

However, compared with the current tragedy of the white-bearded old ghost, three knives and six holes are just children's play games.

Relying on his powerful spiritual sense, Lin Feng easily judged the condition of the white-bearded old ghost at this time.

All tendons in the arms and legs were severed, the meridians were burned, and scars and scorched black could be seen everywhere on the skin.

All the ribs in front of the chest were broken, and the white-bearded old ghost was already on the verge of death.

In fact, these skin injuries are nothing to the monks, but the problem is that the dantian of the old ghost with white beard has been sealed by the curse of forbidden yuan, which means that the energy in the old ghost with white beard can't help it at all. run.

Yuanli couldn't function, so naturally it couldn't help him recover from his injuries.

So much so that these ordinary means of dealing with it made the white-bearded old ghost, a monk in the late stage of transformation, berthed to the brink of death.

"These damned guys."

Lin Feng took a deep breath, and instantly radiated the huge spiritual consciousness to the surroundings. In just one breath, all the monks within a radius of ten miles were included.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Feng narrowed his eyes and smiled coldly: "This number is quite a lot."

"Brother Lin, how many monks are there?"

Qianqian asked softly from the side.

She only had a cultivation level in the mid-stage of fusion, and because she was afraid of being noticed by interested people, Qianqian did not use her spiritual knowledge.

"Well, let me see, there are a total of... thirty-six fusion periods, tsk tsk, big hand, big hand."

Lin Feng sneered again and again, but there was a hint of excitement in his expression.

As Lin Feng said before, before he left, he would go to the Weihai Gang for no other reason. This time, the style of the Weihai Gang completely angered Lin Feng, but Lin Feng was also a principled person and did not touch him. Lin Feng did not intend to embarrass them.

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