Feng Feiyun is about fourteen years old, and he is a romantic young man. Today he has put on a purple silk robe with a bun on his back, and he is holding a sandalwood rice paper folding fan in his hand, looking unprecedentedly handsome.

Feng Feiyun is originally beautiful, like a little scholar. Now he has practiced "The Immortal Phoenix Body". His temperament is completely different from before, and he looks heroic and reveals a romantic and free spirit.

Even the two slaves, Feng Ping and Feng An, were stunned for a while after seeing Feng Feiyun, as if they didn't know him anymore.

"Let's go! Let's go to Yingoufang now. Why are you two stunned? You are not leading the way." Feng Feiyun scolded.

The two slaves came to their senses and hurriedly led the way forward.

Yingoufang is located in the bustling area of ​​Lingzhou City. It has seven floors of buildings, made of bricks and wood, and carved dragons and phoenixes. It has become one of the landmark buildings of Lingzhou City.

What you buy in the Silver Hook House is not just weapons, some treasures, pills, armor, etc., and everything that is involved in cultivation is sold here, but many things are not affordable to ordinary people.

"Oh, this is not Master Feng. Today, the wind blows you, the great god! Please come in quickly, please come in quickly!" Zheng Dongliu is the head of Yingoufang. He is over 60 years old and has countless people. His eyes are quite vicious and recognizes Feng Feiyun at a glance.

Although Zheng Dongliu's eyes cannot be called the golden eyes, they have seen countless people, so sophisticated and deep, as sharp as the eyes of a hawk.

It was Feng Feiyun's first time to come to Yingoufang, but the Tai Sui Master from Lingzhou City had already written it into his account book. This was a big financial backer and needed proper reception.

Feng Feiyun pinched the folding fan and walked into Yingoufang gracefully, and smiled and said, "Yingoufang is indeed well-known. This is the first time I have come here, but you, the head, already know me."

"If anyone in Lingzhou City doesn't know you, Mr. Feng, then the business will definitely not be able to continue." Zheng Dongliu invited Feng Feiyun to the inner hall and prepared a pot of good tea, which seemed particularly familiar.

Feng Feiyun was not polite, so he sat down and smiled and said, "Mr. In charge, this is a big joke. Others may not be able to manage it, but Yingoufang is definitely not listed here."

The older generation behind Yingoufang is the Yingou family. As one of the four major families of the Shenjin Dynasty, it is not something that ordinary people can afford to offend.

Feng Feiyun naturally would not be so stupid as to challenge the Yinhook family, at least he does not have the strength yet.

As soon as Feng Feiyun entered the door, Zheng Dongliu was looking at the legendary Lord of Lingzhou City, but the image Feng Feiyun gave him was completely different from what he imagined.

This Young Master Feng doesn’t seem to be a fool!

Zheng Dongliu called out and asked, "Young Master Feng will go to the Three Treasures Hall without any trouble. I wonder what I want to buy when I go to Yingoufang?"

"Weapons, the best magical weapon in your Silver Hook House." Feng Feiyun said.

Zheng Dongliu said: "There are 28 types of weapons, including swords, swords, rings, hooks, guns... etc. I wonder which one does Young Master Feng want to buy?"

"Blade!" Feng Feiyun said.

"The sword is divided into thirty-four categories, including the sword of horse, the lancet, the pavilion, the geese feather, the big ring of the sword, the tiger-toothed sword... etc. I wonder which one Young Master Feng wants?" Zheng Dongliu was obviously a shrewd businessman, very familiar with any goods, otherwise he would not be the head of the branch of Yingoufang.

"Heavy Knife!" Feng Feiyun said.

Zheng Dongliu was surprised. No matter how hard Master Feng looked, he looked like a person with no power. Can he hold the heavy knife?

Although he was full of doubts, Zheng Dongliu was a businessman. A shrewd businessman naturally knew how to control his mouth. He did not ask out the doubts in his heart.

"The lightest heavy swords are eighty-nine kilograms, and they are divided into three levels: the fine iron sword, the treasure sword, and the spiritual sword. I believe that the weapons of the fine iron sword cannot be looked down upon by Young Master Feng from the perspective of Young Master Feng. Now there are two excellent extremely heavy swords in the Silver Hook House, which can be chosen by Young Master Feng." Zheng Dongliu said.

Weapons are divided into three levels: weapons, treasures, and spiritual weapons.

The best weapons are made of fine iron, and they can split all the iron ingots with one knife without damaging the blade.

However, a lowest-level treasure can easily cut off the top-level weapons. It is extremely tough and is made of some special metals and materials, which is very precious.

As for the spiritual weapons above the treasure weapons, it is even rarer. Each one is a magic blade with earth-shaking power. Even if you exchange it for ten cities, no one is willing to exchange it. There is no spiritual weapon in the Silver Hook Square in Lingzhou City now. A weapon-level weapon-level weapon can only be purchased in the Silver Hook Square.

Zheng Dongliu led Feng Feiyun to the fifth floor of Yinhoufang!

The higher the quality of the weapons, the stricter the guards.

The first heavy knife of the treasure-level treasure was lifted up by two guards. It was pitch black all over. The blade was two meters long. The blade was as wide as a door panel. The back of the knife was half a palm thick. It was engraved with beast patterns and emitted a cold air, just like a sword made of ice.

This is the real cold, which makes people shiver.

"This precious sword is called Manya, weighing 342 kilograms. It is made of deep sea black iron. The blade is cold and cut off a person's neck with one knife, which can instantly freeze people's blood. Therefore, after killing people, there is no blood on the blade."

Zheng Dongliu held a dou of water and poured it directly on the blade, making a "hissing" sound. Before the water dripped from the blade, it was frozen into a layer of ice.

"This knife costs three thousand gold coins."

One gold coin = one hundred silver coin = ten thousand copper coins

One gold coin is enough for an ordinary family to live for a year. From this, it can be seen that three thousand gold coins are definitely a huge sum, which is an astronomical number in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Good knife!" Feng Feiyun clapped his hands and then shook his head, saying, "It's a pity that this knife is too big. Is there a heavy knife with a smaller blade?"

Feng Feiyun didn't mention the price of the knife at all, it was obvious that the three thousand gold coins were not under pressure for him at all.

"have!"

Zheng Dongliu ordered someone to lift the second treasure sword up!

The second knife is only three feet long, and the blade is about as wide as the back of the hand. It presents a red color, with a simple and delicate texture. It also feels warm when touched by your hands.

The blade looks simple and unpretentious, the blade looks quite rough, and there are gaps, without the exquisite feeling of the precious sword at all.

Zheng Dongliu sighed and said, "This knife is called Chilong, and its material is quite special. After identification, it actually contains nine rare iron materials. Although it is only three feet long, it weighs 240 kilograms, which is surprising."

After seeing this knife, a strange color flashed through Feng Feiyun's eyes, and he suddenly stood up, gently stroked the blade with his fingers, and was overjoyed. According to his intuition, although this knife was a little different, its power was definitely more than ten times that of the previous knife.

He could feel the spiritual energy flowing in the knife. This feeling was very subtle. Except for him, no one else would be able to detect this trace of spiritual energy.

"This is a spiritual weapon-level knife, but the blade body is broken and almost all the spiritual energy inside is removed, so no one can recognize that it was once a spiritual weapon."

Feng Feiyun's finger touched the broken mouth and made such a judgment in his heart.

Although it is a broken spiritual weapon, its power is not comparable to that of ordinary treasures.

Feng Feiyun withdrew his hand without saying a word, nodded, and said, "This knife is in love with me. Master Zheng, how can I sell this knife?"

"Five thousand gold coins." Zheng Dongliu naturally knew that the sword was extraordinary, but he didn't know why it was extraordinary. So after quoting this price, his heart was still bulging, and he glanced at Feng Feiyun slightly at the corner of his eyes.

This broken sword is a spiritual weapon and is worth more than 50,000 gold coins. Feng Feiyun laughed in his heart that Zheng Dongliu didn’t know the goods, but hesitated on his face, frowned and said, “Master Zheng, you are cheating me! Five thousand gold coins are enough for me to play with 5,000 top beauties. A broken sword is worth 5,000 gold coins. Isn’t this robbing money?”

Zheng Dongliu smiled and said, "How much does Mr. Feng think are appropriate?"

"Three thousand gold coins." Feng Feiyun said.

"Okay, that's it." Zheng Dongliu agreed as if he was afraid that Feng Feiyun would return, and his face was filled with laughter. The three thousand gold coins were already twice as high as he estimated.

Seeing that Zheng Dongliu agreed so readily, Feng Feiyun sighed in his heart. It seemed that his price was still high. However, Feng Feiyun had already made a lot of money by buying a spiritual weapon-level broken knife for three thousand gold coins.

However, Zheng Dongliu smiled even more happily than Feng Feiyun, and even gave him a pair of fine iron scabbards, carved with gorgeous textures, which looked quite high-end.

"Master Feng, why don't I send this knife to your mansion in person?"

The Red Dragon Sword weighs 240 kilograms, so Zheng Dongliu is naturally not as good as Feng Feiyun to hold it, so this question is.

"Need not."

After Feng Feiyun paid the gold bill, he reached out and took the red sword, held it in his hand, and then turned around and went downstairs.

Zheng Dongliu stared at him in shock and walked down the stairs. After a long time, he came to his senses and murmured to himself: "Strange things, strange things. The legendary candid is actually a master. It's interesting and interesting. It seems that you have to sell this news to Feng Suiyu immediately, and you will definitely be able to sell it for a good price."

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"Master, is this the treasure knife you bought?"

When the two slaves who were outside the Yingoufang saw Feng Feiyun coming out of the inside, they came up to meet them.

"It's just a broken knife, nothing is good to look at." Feng Feiyun nodded with a smile, and then took the lead.

Feng Ping and Feng An chased after him from behind, and asked, "Young Master, where are we going?"

"Drink tea!"

"The best teahouse in Lingzhou City is Zhujiange, and the oldest teahouse is Jingshuitai. Which one do you want to go to?"

Feng Feiyun smiled without saying a word, and quickly walked through the ancient street. Even with a knife weighing 240 kilograms, he still walked as fast as flying, making the two people following behind so tired that they were out of breath.

Now that the cultivation level has reached the early stage of spiritual inspiration, a long river of spiritual energy has been nurtured in the dantian, which has initially entered the threshold of immortal cultivation. Feng Feiyun's mood is unprecedentedly good.

After passing through three streets, Feng Feiyun stopped at the entrance of a simple and remote alley.

There was an old open-air tea shed at the entrance of the alley. The top of the tea shed was covered with thatch and five worn tables were set up below. Next to one of the tables was a wooden board, and the word "tea" was written with charcoal.

Feng Ping and Feng An chased after him panting, stood behind Feng Feiyun, and looked at the tea shed at the entrance of the alley not far away, with a look of suddenness when the road came out.

"It turns out that the young master is not drinking tea, but the little lady of the Luo family." Feng Ping smiled in a silence.

"Last time, the young master was soft-hearted and let her go. This time she was doomed, haha!" Feng An smiled even more.

This tea shed was run by Luo Yuer and Laohan Luo!

Feng Feiyun is naturally not a bad guy who bullies men and women now, and he will not abuse Luo Yu'er. He just wants to see the injuries of Old Man Luo. After all, this old man and his granddaughter are lonely, helpless, and injured by his own slaves. He has to bear some responsibility.

Giving them some money can also make their lives better.

Feng Feiyun looked up and saw the little lady of the Luo family who was cooking tea in the tea shed. She was petite and graceful, just like a little sister next door.

The gentle wind blew over, bringing the blue hair on her head off, and the black hair scattered like a waterfall.

The wind also blows away the hot mist, and the fragrance of tea fills the ancient street.

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It means it will be Monday, and we will start to make the new book list in the early morning tonight. In the early morning, Lao Jiu will post ten chapters directly. I hope you will help Lao Jiu to make the new book list. Not to mention too much, we will first reach the top fifteen and enter the homepage!

Generally, the points on the new book list depend on the clicks, collections, and flowers of the same day. The number of flowers is particularly important. If you can have three or four hundred flowers a day, you can steadily enter the new book list. As long as everyone throws it casually, three or four hundred flowers, it should be not difficult for a day! Sweat!

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