"If I kill you, all your property will naturally belong to me." The shopkeeper sneered and said, "Why should I make a bet with you?"
"What you said seems to make sense. What if I crush the space ring before I die?" Ye Wuyou said with a smile. "Since you are willing to talk nonsense to us, you will not let us die easily."
"Don't you think it's fun to torture us and make us die in pain and despair?"
Hearing Ye Wuyou's words, the shopkeeper was slightly startled, and then his expression became strange.
"You are an interesting person, which makes me not want to kill you." The shopkeeper smiled evilly. "Since you want to play, then I will play with you."
"If you can let me have fun, maybe I will let you die happily. Otherwise, I will definitely let you have a taste of what life is worse than death."
The shopkeeper didn't kill Ye Wuyou and the others as soon as they came up. He just wanted to play a game of cat and mouse, torture Ye Wuyou and the others, and after releasing the anger in his heart, he wanted to kill Ye Wuyou and the others.
kill.
Unexpectedly, Ye Wuyou was such a wonderful person that he actually wanted to play a game with him. This was quite interesting, and it really aroused the shopkeeper's curiosity.
If it's fun, I don't mind playing with Ye Wuyou. If it's not fun, just torture them all as you like, and then kill them all.
"Senior, I'm going to take action, so be careful." Seeing the shopkeeper's agreement, Ye Wuyou raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and then quickly activated the spiritual power in his body.
"Turtle Style Qigong"
At this time, he couldn't hold back any longer. Ye Wuyou's eyes narrowed, and a purple-black spiritual ball appeared in his hand. Under Ye Wuyou's control, it flew directly towards the shopkeeper.
"What is this? Why does it make me feel heartbroken?" They were just small martial arts sects. The shopkeeper didn't take Ye Wuyou seriously, but after Ye Wuyou took action, the shopkeeper
He was slightly startled.
Although I don’t know why I feel this way, strength determines everything. Could it be that a small martial arts master can make a huge difference?
The shopkeeper didn't pay attention to the heart-wrenching feeling, and slapped his palm forward directly, wanting to see what tricks Ye Wuyou could do.
What the shopkeeper didn't expect was that before he touched the spiritual power ball, the spiritual power ball actually exploded, and a cloud of purple-black smoke appeared, directly heading towards the shopkeeper.
"What on earth is going on? Why do I feel uneasy?" The shopkeeper was slightly startled when he saw the purple-black smoke in front of him.
"How's it going? Now you know how good I am." At this time, Ye Wuyou smiled and said to the shopkeeper. "If you don't accept it, you can admit defeat and just give me five million taels of purple gold."
"Hmph." Are you kidding me? Asking a dignified fifth-grade Martial King to admit defeat to a small Martial Sect? The shopkeeper couldn't afford to lose this person, so he snorted coldly and glared at Ye Wuyou.
Although I don’t know what is the reason for this uneasy feeling, a strong person at the Wu Zong level is always a strong person at the Wu Zong level. No matter what method he uses, he is no match for a strong person at the Wu King level.
Seeing Ye Wuyou's proud look, the shopkeeper was also very angry.
"You're still far from it if you want me to admit defeat." The shopkeeper's face turned cold. When he saw the purple-black smoke in front of his eyes, he slapped it out regardless of what it was.
A sharp palm shot directly towards the purple-black smoke, trying to scatter the purple-black smoke.
What the shopkeeper didn't expect was that when Zhang Feng encountered the purple-black smoke, he was directly swallowed by the purple-black smoke.
Not to mention the wind, it actually didn't cause even a single ripple.
"What is this? Why is it so evil?" Seeing that he failed with one strike, the shopkeeper was also stunned.
"It's better not to waste time." Ye Wuyou said with a smile. "My move is very powerful, you can't break it."
"How about you just give me five million taels of purple gold and I'll let you go."
Seeing how proud Ye Wuyou was, the shopkeeper became angrier.
Why should I say that the shopkeeper is also a seventh-grade Martial King, and he was actually laughed at by a small martial sect. Just thinking about it makes me very angry.
"Don't be complacent," the shopkeeper said through gritted teeth.
If the shopkeeper saw it correctly, what Ye Wuyou used just now should be a martial skill.
The martial arts skills unleashed by a martial arts master were so powerful. Although he didn't know what was going on with the purple-black smoke in front of him, it actually made him feel uneasy.
However, the shopkeeper has sufficient confidence in his own strength and does not believe that a powerful person at the Wuzong level can hurt him.
With a flick of the wrist, a silver ingot appeared in his hand. With a flick of his wrist, the silver ingot flew into the purple-black smoke.
The shopkeeper's eyes narrowed slightly, and he kept observing the changes in the silver ingot.
"It's not even poisonous." After the silver ingot fell to the ground, the shopkeeper sneered. "That's it. If I'm not wrong, this must be a fantasy!"
"It's up to you." Ye Wuyou said with a smile. "If you are brave, why not touch it with your hand, and you will know the answer."
The shopkeeper was so shrewd. Although he thought that the purple-black smoke could not cause any harm to him, Ye Wuyou was so calm. The shopkeeper felt that things were not as simple as he thought.
He rolled his eyes and then whistled.
The vultures that had been flying in the sky rushed towards the purple-black smoke even though they were a little reluctant after hearing the shopkeeper's whistle.
"What a cunning boy, how dare you lie to me." After the vulture passed through the purple-black smoke, he found that the vulture was fine at all. The shopkeeper's face changed, with a feeling of being humiliated, and then he stared at it.
Ye Wuyou said.
"You fell in love with me, how can you blame me?" Ye Wuyou said calmly.
"You are looking for death." The shopkeeper was very angry at the feeling of being teased by his prey.
His face turned cold, his body moved, he passed through the purple-black smoke, and slapped Ye Wuyou with his palm.
The shopkeeper was a seventh-grade Martial King, and Ye Wuyou didn't dare to be careless. He quickly swallowed a thousand-year-old elixir into his belly, and then quickly circulated the spiritual power in his body.
"Turtle Style Qigong"
Ye Wuyou knew that there was a huge difference in strength between the two sides, and even if he resisted with all his strength, he might not be able to resist, so Ye Wuyou simply stopped resisting, and a spiritual power ball appeared in his hand and flew directly towards the shopkeeper.
Seeing Ye Wuyou's move, the shopkeeper sneered and let the spiritual power ball explode in front of him.
Seeing the purple-black smoke in front of him, the shopkeeper didn't stop, walked straight through, came to Ye Wuyou, and slapped Ye Wuyou on the chest.
Ye Wuyou vomited a mouthful of blood on the spot, and flew away like a kite with its string broken.