Chen Feng felt a little worried in his heart. He felt as if he had escaped from his control at that moment. This made him a little worried, but he suppressed the worry in an instant.
Then, he turned back to look at the chief steward and said with a smile: "Chief steward, I borrowed this knife rashly before I paid for it. I hope you will forgive me."
The chief steward laughed and said: "Mr. Chen, you acted righteously and vented your anger on our soldiers and weaponry and avenged us. I am grateful before it is too late, so how can I be angry?"
"What? Qi Yuanliang is dead?" Lieyang Wenrui suddenly stood up, stared at the Lieyang family guard in front of him, and shouted in disbelief.
The guard of the Lieyang family was so frightened that he trembled and said, "Yes, he is dead."
"He went to challenge Chen Feng today, but was killed by Chen Feng in front of the Weapon Shop!"
"What? How many knives? How many knives did you say?" Lieyang Wenrui's eyes narrowed, with a dangerous light flashing inside.
The guard said in a trembling voice: "One knife."
"Are you sure you only used one knife?"
"I'm sure everyone has seen it!" the guard said.
"Okay." Lieyang Wenrui showed a cold look on his face and waved his hand, signaling for him to retreat.
Then, the cold look on his face turned into a trace of solemnity: "Chen Feng, Chen Feng, I didn't expect that your strength has improved so quickly. You actually killed the peak master of the Nine-Star Martial King with one sword."
But then, this trace of solemnity turned into a strong sense of arrogance and disdain: "But, so what?"
"My strength is far beyond your reach. That sword strike of yours will only cost you all your strength, right? But for me, such a move can be used countless times."
"Okay, I'm looking forward to you. I'm looking forward to your fame now. I'm looking forward to your being prominent now. In this way, Uncle Dao will be happier and more comfortable when I step on you!"
"After all, trampling on an unknown person is not considered a skill. Trampling on a young hero like you makes people happy!"
He burst out laughing. As for Qi Yuanliang's death, he didn't take it to heart at all.
This person's ruthlessness and cold-bloodedness are evident!
Chen Feng asked the chief steward: "Chief steward, I don't know how much you want to sell this blood-stained giant sword for?"
The chief steward held out five fingers and then repeated it.
Chen Feng raised his eyebrows and asked: "One million pieces of black yellow stone?"
The chief steward smiled and said, "That's right."
Chen Feng took a breath, this knife was equivalent to the entire property of several first-class families.
However, this is unthinkable. After all, this kind of thing is a rare thing, a treasure in the world, and absolutely rare in the entire Tianyuan Dynasty!
He pondered for a moment and said: "I can't afford so much gossip right now, can I use other things to offset it?"
"What to use?" asked the big steward.
Chen Feng said slowly: "Demon Pill."
"Of course you can." The big steward said with a smile: "Our family still consumes a lot of demon pills, and we are collecting a lot of these things now. If you can provide high-level demon pills, I can also provide them with high-grade demon pills."
You raise some prices!"
Chen Feng smiled and said, "How do you say the price?"
"The eight-star demon king's initial demon elixir is a fifty-thousand-yuan black stone."
"Eight-Star Martial King Middle Stage Demon Pill, an 80,000-yuan black yellow stone."
"The Eight-Star Martial King Peak Demon Pill, a Xuanhuang Stone worth 150,000 yuan!"
Chen Feng nodded and took out all the demon pills he had obtained these days.
The big manager did the math and said with a smile: "The total is 1.1 million pieces of Xuanhuang Stone. Otherwise, don't take away the extra 100,000 pieces of Xuanhuang Stone. I'll sell you a book."
, I sold it to you at a discount."
"Sell it to me at a discount, and you still need 100,000 Xuanhuang stones?" Chen Feng raised his eyebrows and asked with interest: "I wonder what book it is?"
The chief steward's expression became solemn and he said: "This book is a map compiled by our ancestors of the Arms and Weaponry Industry who spent tens of thousands of years traveling all over the continent."
"This map marks forty-seven locations where weapon souls may appear!"
"Of course, it's just a possibility, I don't dare to confirm it completely. Some of it is just hearsay, but I guess this will be very helpful to you, Mr. Chen, right?"
Chen Feng shivered violently, with excitement in his eyes.
Selling such a map to myself for 100,000 Xuanhuang Stones is really cheap.
Chen Feng estimated that even if he were to sell half a million Xuanhuang Stones, some strong men would still be able to grab them. After all, this involves the soul of a weapon!
Chen Feng immediately said: "Thank you very much, Chief Steward."
The chief steward smiled and nodded, then went back to the secret room and took out a thick, yellowed book and gave it to Chen Feng!
The two said a few more words, and then Chen Feng left.
Looking at his back, the chief steward sighed in his heart: "Chen Feng, our soldier family can't help you, I can't help you."
"The art of weapon soul should be regarded as a compensation for you!"
Chen Feng returned to Siwang Cliff, looked at the blood-stained giant sword in his hand, and suddenly gave a bitter smile.
He patted the huge blade and said, "Because of you, I suddenly became poor again."
At this time, Chen Feng also realized the sweetness of leveling up in battle and gaining wealth by hunting monsters in battle.
You know, he would have never been able to get one million pieces of Xuanhuang Stone in the past, but now it is equivalent to killing monsters for more than ten days to gather these!
Chen Feng laughed loudly: "What are you afraid of when the demon elixir is gone? Just kill the demon beast again!"
Then, Chen Feng came to the embankment with a blood-stained giant knife in hand.
This was already the twentieth day since the tide of beasts began, and as soon as they arrived on the dam, Chen Feng felt something was wrong.
It turned out that at this time, there were large reddish-brown stains everywhere on the embankment. It could be seen that the area had been cleaned deliberately, but it could not be washed away.
Because, this is the blood of monks, this is the blood of innocent people.
Sprinkle it on the stone and it will seem to be melted deeply into it!
Chen Feng said softly: "This means that the battlefield has moved from the water to the embankment, and the embankment is about to be unable to bear it."
At this time, Chen Feng also saw that there were thirty or forty fewer inner court disciples stationed here than before.
Presumably, those people have all died in the battle.
Above the Wangjiang Tower, the dozen or so true disciples who had been supporting before were sitting there in silence. All of their faces were very ugly, and they had many injuries on their bodies. Some even had broken arms and legs.
, and even had his eyes poked out!
You can imagine how brutal the battles in the previous three days were.
