"Fifth Young Master, it's a coincidence that you came."

Chen Sheng'an's eyes lit up and he said, "To be honest, I happen to have a martial arts in my hand that can improve your combat effectiveness."

"oh?"

Shen Lang took a sip of tea and said, "I don't know what level of martial arts it is?"

Chen Shengan took out the Spirit Snake Fist like a treasure and said mysteriously: "Fifth Young Master, I'm going to hide it from you. Although this Spirit Snake Fist is a low-grade yellow-grade yellow-grade middle-grade yellow-grade. This is the secret treasure of our Sifang Chamber of Commerce, and I will never sell it to him by ordinary people."

"Yellow-grade medium-grade?"

Shen Lang took the spiritual snake fist and looked extremely moved.

This Spirit Snake Fist is indeed very exquisite, which can increase the speed of the warrior and burst out with extremely powerful power.

The last time he lost to Chen Chenfeng was because his speed was not as good as others, so he was defeated by Chen Chenfeng. If he could practice this martial arts technique, he would make up for the shortcomings in speed.

The deep wind, how can you be your opponent?

Thinking of this, Shen Lang gritted his teeth and said, "Shopkeeper Chen, I wonder how to sell this martial art?"

"This martial arts are exquisite and powerful, and can be comparable to the middle-grade yellow grade, so the price is naturally good."

Chen Shengan rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "However, the fifth young master is a regular visitor to our Sifang Chamber of Commerce. I will never give you a price. So, this Spirit Snake Fist will be sold to you with ten gold leaves. What do you think?"

In the territory of Daqi Country, willow leaves made of gold and silver are the official currency.

Among them, one gold leaf is equivalent to ten silver leaves, and one silver leaf is equivalent to ten copper leaves.

Ten gold leaves are the normal price of yellow-level low-grade martial arts, and what Chen Shengan wants is indeed not expensive.

But before Shen Lang could speak, a rough voice came from beside him, saying, "Shopkeeper Chen, this martial arts, eleven golden leaves, I want it."

Hearing this, Chen Shengan was slightly stunned.

Shen Lang looked at Chen Feng, who was shrouded in the black robe, and said with a gloomy face: "This friend, I am the fifth son of the Shen family. How dare you snatch things from me?"

"I have heard that the Shen family is the first family in Qingzhou City, with a wealth of wealth, and the fifth prince spends money like soil."

Chen Chenfeng deliberately pretended to be deep and said, "However, this martial art is also very important to me, so please give up the five young masters."

"I don't care how important this martial art is to you. But in this Qingzhou City, no one dares to compete with me, Shen Lang."

Shen Lang also got angry and waved his hand directly: "I bought the twelve golden leaves."

"Thirteen."

The heavy wind kept silent and deliberately raised his voice.

At this moment, the guests of the entire Sifang Chamber of Commerce were attracted by the quarrel between the two.

"What's going on?"

"Hahaha, there is a good show now, but there are actually people who are not good at it. You dare to compete with the young master of the Shen family."

"I want me to tell you, this is a foreigner, right?"

"The Shen family is the first family in Qingzhou City, and Shen Lang is the number one playboy in the Shen family. I think I am impatient when I dare to compete with Shen Lang for things."

Hearing the sounds around him, Shen Lang became even more proud and directly increased the price to fifteen golden leaves.

"Haha, the Shen family is worthy of being the first family in Qingzhou City, and it is indeed rich and powerful."

Chen Chenfeng smiled coldly and said, "However, this martial arts is powerful. Although it is a low-grade yellow-grade, its power is enough to be comparable to a medium-grade yellow-grade. I am sure to win it today."

As he said that, Chen Chenfeng raised his right hand and said, "Twenty golden leaves!"

boom!

Everyone trembled hard inside.

A yellow-grade low-grade, but is comparable to a yellow-grade medium-grade?

What does this mean?

This shows that this martial arts technique is only difficult to practice at a lower level in yellow, but it can burst out with the power of a middle level in yellow.

Such martial arts are simply excellent.

No wonder, this foreigner did not hesitate to offend the Shen family and even had to quarrel with Shen Lang.

"Shopkeeper Chen, you only sell such good martial arts to the young master of the Shen family. What does this mean?"

"Twenty-one golden leaves, I want this martial art."

"Twenty-five golden leaves, I am the captain of the city defense army. I think who dares to rob me?"

The warriors who were still full of mocking just now immediately started to scream with red eyes.

Martial arts are the foundation of a warrior.

A good martial arts is enough to greatly improve the combat effectiveness of warriors.

If it were ordinary martial arts, those warriors would not compete with Shen Lang for the sake of the Shen family.

However, it is a martial art that is comparable to the middle-grade yellow level!

You should know that in small places like Qingzhou City, martial arts are rare. Yellow-level mid-grade martial arts are even hard to come by.

Even the weakest yellow-level mid-grade martial arts can be hyped up to a sky-high price of hundreds of golden leaves.

At this time, a martial art that is comparable to a middle-grade yellow grade is only sold for dozens of golden leaves. Who is not tempted and who is not jealous?

For a time, countless warriors participated in the competition.

The price of the Spirit Snake Fist was soon fed to 50 golden leaves.

"Sixty golden leaves, I bought them!"

Seeing the price getting higher and higher, Shen Lang gritted his teeth.

But Shen Chenfeng sneered, deliberately raised his voice, and said, "Seventy golden leaves, brothers, this martial art is really important to me, please give me some face."

"Damn it, it's important to you, but it doesn't matter to me?"

"Seventy-one golden leaves, I want this martial art."

"Seventy-five pieces, this is my final price. If you want to compete with me again, don't blame me for being rude."

Driven by Shen Chenfeng, the crowd began to bid again.

"Enough!"

Shen Lang finally couldn't help it, and slapped the table suddenly and said, "One hundred golden leaves, I think anyone else dares to compete with me?"

Hearing this, everyone fell silent for a moment.

One hundred gold leaves are enough to buy a real yellow-level mid-grade martial arts.

"What, do you still want to compete with me?"

Seeing that no one was making a sound, Shen Lang turned around and looked at Shen Chenfeng with a fierce look on his face.

These hundred golden leaves are all his property.

However, for the majesty of the Shen family and in order to defeat Shen Chenfeng, he didn't care about anything.

"The Shen family is worthy of being the first family in Qingzhou City, and I deeply admire it."

Shen Chenfeng pretended to be hesitant, and finally shook his head and said, "This martial art is my return to Mr. Shen."

Shen Lang's heart was covered with blood. The things that could have bought with ten golden leaves were all carried to hundreds of golden leaves because of this man in black.

However, he still showed a arrogant expression and said coldly: "You are still a little tender when you dare to fight with our Shen family."

As he said that, Shen Lang threw down a hundred golden leaves, then picked up the spiritual snake fist, and surrounded by several guards, he left the Sifang Chamber of Commerce arrogantly.

"Shen family, it turns out to be rich and powerful."

"Haha, I just feel sorry for this foreigner."

"Shen Langheng was stabbed by something that was determined, so he was probably mad, right?"

Amid the ridicule of the warriors around him, only Chen Shengan was still stunned, and he still couldn't believe what had just happened.

Is there any such operation?

A yellow-level low-grade martial arts book was actually fried to the price of a yellow-level medium-grade martial arts by the strong wind.

Others don’t know, but Chen Shenganke is very clear.

That martial art was originally a heavy wind.

How could he be pitiful?

How could he be mad?

I'm afraid that the Chongfeng's heart was already crazy at this time.
Chapter completed!