Ten thousand per person?
Apart from the few people present, there were hundreds of hungry wolves staring at him along the way.
He understood that this was one of the laws of such a lawless place.
Once he pays for it, he will definitely be regarded as a fat sheep by everyone, and the trouble... will be completely uninterrupted.
After thinking for a while, he saw the corners of the young man's mouth gradually rising, and said: "I'm sorry, I'm new here, and I don't carry so many spiritual crystals with me, so I may disappoint you."
Hearing this, several people's eyes flashed fiercely.
"Haha... In this case, we are not unreasonable people. You will hand over as much as you have. If it is really not enough, we will not make things difficult for you!"
"OK!" .??.
Feng Wuchen was surprisingly easy to talk to and immediately raised his right hand.
Just as everyone was staring greedily at the storage ring on his hand.
Suddenly!
The sword flashed!
The man at the head was the first to notice something was wrong. His expression changed immediately and he shouted: "Something's wrong! Back off!"
However, the two sides were only a few feet away at this moment. If Feng Wuchen wanted to kill someone, how could anyone escape?
"Whoosh!"
As soon as the man finished speaking, the sword light had already passed over his neck.
The next moment!
"laugh!"
A red line gradually appeared on his neck, and the next moment, blood suddenly spurted out.
The sword light kept flashing, and almost at the same time, the expressions of the people beside the man gradually became stagnant, and their heads rolled down one by one, falling into the abyss.
But it only took a moment for them to meet each other face to face, and all of these void thieves were already missing.
And that sword light was actually cut out from the young man's fingers.
Sword repair!
And he is a powerful swordsman!
Feng Wuchen's methods made all the ambushers along the way feel terrified.
He can kill without a sword. How strong would he be if he had a sword in his hand?
Although the blind boy was attacking by surprise, how could people like them, who lick blood at the tip of their swords, be unprepared when hunting?
The leading man had actually been wary of Feng Wuchen, so he realized something was wrong at the first time.
He discovered the young man's intention to fight back!
However, he didn't have the strength to dodge the sword energy at all!
Putting aside his actual cultivation level, this young man's combat prowess is at least comparable to that of the Immortal Realm!
After killing these people, Feng Wuchen suddenly raised his head. Although his eyes were covered, the thieves ambush in the void felt as if they were being targeted by poisonous snakes.
After a moment of pause, the young man rose up in the wind and flew towards the Lost Gorge.
The road was smooth and no one dared to cause any trouble for him.
Feng Wuchen has been a human being for two generations, so he naturally understands the hidden rules of such a lawless place.
He knew very well that most of the people who would ambush in such peripheral areas were bullies who were afraid of the strong, and were not real masters.
He used thunderous means to kill chickens and scare monkeys, which can be considered as a shock to the rest of the people!
After all, for those "hunters", it is not a good deal to mess with such a strong man and even risk being killed for a little money.
After Feng Wuchen walked far away, someone whispered in the void.
"Such a young swordsman, he shouldn't be a nobody!"
"He's ruthless, but he's still blind. Is there such a person in the Forgotten Gorge area?"
"No! But at this age... there is someone who is right for you!"
"You mean that person? No! According to the rumors, that person is not blind, and because he is possessed by a demon, he has white hair, which is inconsistent with this person."
"That's all... no matter who he is, just remember that this person is not to be messed with!"
"..."
Compared to outside
Surrounded by the void, the interior of the Forgotten Gorge is much calmer.
Although the air was still filled with a chilling atmosphere, there were many pedestrians coming and going on the street, all expressionless, walking one by one. It was not as chaotic as imagined.
But after seeing the dressing of the people around him, Feng Wuchen's expression gradually became weird.
White hair, white clothes, carrying a black and red sword...
Along the way, he had seen countless people dressed like this.
Moreover, he also released his true spirit to investigate and found out that these people's white hair was not possessed by demons or born from nature, but was dyed with dye.
Of these appearances, one or two is a coincidence, but what about three or four, seven or eight?
Feng Wuchen didn't know why and walked into a wine shop.
This is his habit. After all, there are various religions in wine shops and teahouses, there are many people coming and going, and the news is also the most circulated.
Therefore, whenever he went to a place, he would first go to the wine shop to inquire about the news.
"Have something to drink!"
The shopkeeper of the wine shop is an old man wearing commoner clothes. He has a slovenly appearance and a white beard on his face. His appearance can no longer be seen clearly.
Seeing Feng Wuchen sit down, the shopkeeper slowly stepped forward and poured tea for Feng Wuchen.
Feng Wuchen sensed it for a moment, only to find that the other party was actually in the Immortal Realm.
He couldn't help but be shocked, even those who opened the wine shop were in the immortal realm!
This forgotten gorge is truly a crouching tiger, hidden dragon.
Feng Wuchen took out a Na ring and placed it on the table.
"I want to ask the shopkeeper about something."
The shopkeeper reached out and took the ring, his eyes changed slightly, but he put the ring back.
"Ask first!"
"First question, after I came here, I found many sword cultivators with white hair and white clothes. I wonder why this is?"
Upon hearing this question, the shopkeeper's face showed a bit of mockery.
"You don't know about this? Have you ever heard of the name Feng Wuchen?
?"
Feng Wuchen was surprised for a while, but he pretended to be calm and shook his head: "I haven't heard of it. Could you please give me some advice from the shopkeeper?"
After receiving this answer, the shopkeeper's face showed a bit of confusion: "It seems that you have some cultivation skills, but you haven't even heard of Feng Wuchen?"
Feng Wuchen randomly found an excuse to excuse himself: "I have been practicing in seclusion before, and I have only recently come out. I have been cut off from the outside world for a long time."
Only then did the shopkeeper show his original expression: "Is that so... then it's not surprising! This Feng Wuchen is a swordsman who has become famous recently. It is said that he was born in the lower plane of the first class.
In this world, I don’t know what adventures I have encountered. After coming to the plane, wherever I go, I will be in chaos. First, Xiuyue Guanlan, the first sword of Xinghai, was killed, and then I killed Luo Xiaoran, the sixth son of the Luo family in Heishuihe! He died in his hands.
There are countless heroes from the demon realm and geniuses from the human race..."
After hearing what the shopkeeper said, Feng Wuchen's mouth twitched, feeling extremely embarrassed.
The shopkeeper didn't notice anything strange and continued:
"Of course, these alone are not enough to establish his status. What really made him famous was that in the battlefield of the Nine Realms, he defeated the gods with one enemy and killed the genius of the Holy Realm Ling Xiaoxiao with his sword.
!”
"In order to avenge Ling Xiaoxiao, Ling Fenghua, a strong man from the Ling family in the Sanctuary, personally took action and fought with Feng Wuchen for three days and three nights. In the end, he fought his way out and escaped from death!"
The shopkeeper's words became more and more outrageous, and in the end, there was a bit of sadness in his words: "According to people familiar with the matter, Feng Wuchen has actually entered the realm of sword immortals, and even threatened that sooner or later, he will attack the Ling family of the Holy Land and kill him with his own hands.
That Ling Fenghua..."
"puff!"
When the shopkeeper talked about passion, the tea that Feng Wuchen had just taken into his mouth suddenly spurted out, splashing all over the shopkeeper's face.
The latter's voice also stopped abruptly.
Feng Wuchen coughed twice and quickly wiped the water stains for the old man: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I just want to label the Ling family? Who said that?"
"Who else could it be? Feng Wuchen!"
Chapter completed!