What is the concept of fifty thousand gold coins? Ling Fan carved a fighting soldier and sold it in the name of Lake Dou Printing House. The net profit was 150 gold coins, and he could get 135 gold coins.
Fifty thousand gold coins is the profit that Ling Fan can get by carving hundreds of Dou soldiers. It may not be much to Ling Fan because it is too simple for him to carve Dou seals. But for ordinary Dou seal masters, no matter the speed or success rate,
The quality of fighting soldiers is far inferior to that of Ling Fan. It is not easy for them to earn these 50,000 gold coins.
Of course, if it is a very high-level Dou Seal Master, it is a different matter. If they carve a Dou Seal Master at will, tens of thousands of gold coins cannot buy it.
For these hired Douxiu, it is not easy for them to earn even a few hundred gold coins, let alone tens of thousands of gold coins. Sometimes they even have to risk their lives to earn it.
Now Su Mu is offering a sky-high price of 50,000 gold coins. This is so tempting, it is simply tempting to commit a crime!
Seeing the pupils of the five fighting masters shrinking into gold coins, Su Mu shook the feather fan in his hand, his face full of pride. In terms of strength, the Gongsun family is the strongest in Taihe City, but in terms of financial strength, the Su family is the richest man in Taihe City, with fifty thousand
The gold coins are indeed not a small amount, but Su Mu can afford it.
Fifty thousand gold coins, this is fifty thousand gold coins! The five fighting masters swallowed their saliva. The reason why they are willing to be other people's servants is not for the gold coins?
Gold coins are needed everywhere in this world, Dou Xiu's secret method, Dou Xiu's secret method, Dou Xiu's elixirs, and even favors all need gold coins. Without gold coins, Dou Xiu cannot survive at all.
"Sir, let me go!" After some struggle, Li Er finally stood up. This guy said he was clumsy in his legs and feet before, but now he volunteered for the job. He is really a shameless person.
The others all gave him a blank look. In the end, no one stood up to fight with him. Although gold coins are good, they have to live to enjoy them. Ling Fan's previous arrogance and domineering left a deep impression on them. This is risking their lives.
Bet gold coins.
"Bet fifty thousand gold coins on your life, it's worth it!" Li Er gritted his teeth and took out a fighting weapon with extremely rough fighting marks carved on it. It was such an inferior fighting weapon, but he got it with great difficulty.
Coming!
"Bloody bones." Su Mu shook his feather fan with disdain in his eyes. In his opinion, these people were just dogs he hired. As long as they were given enough dog food, they would bite whomever they wanted.
"One last time, line jumpers, die!" Ling Fan issued a final warning. He knew very well that he had to use the strongest posture to frighten the opponent in order to drive them away.
Li Er didn't say any more nonsense. He held the fighting weapon in his hand, and the fighting spirit of the Huangjie Fighting Master surged out wildly. Their team did not enter Haining Island through Ling Fan's entrance, so they could not know Ling Fan, nor did they know about him.
You will know the data about his test of the stele's ten levels of fighting spirit.
In their opinion, Ling Fan is a mysterious person. At least he is well hidden now and has not yet shown his true strength.
Stomping on the ground, leaving a deep footprint on the spot, Li held the fighting weapon in his hands, fighting energy circulated throughout his body, passing through the sword marks like an arrow from the string, and ran quickly towards the cave.
On the way, Li Er deliberately rubbed the ground with his fighting weapon, kicking up billowing dust, in an attempt to disrupt Ling Fan's sight. However, Ling Fan had undergone mental training, and his various perceptions far exceeded his opponent's.
Tightening the heavy sword in his hand, Ling Fan locked eyes with Li Er like a beast. At this moment, Su Mu and others were also looking at the battlefield. They wanted to see what kind of strength Ling Fan had.
Dare to draw the line between life and death.
Li Er was indeed a fighting master. He was extremely fast. As he moved forward, he was fully alert to Ling Fan. If anything went wrong, he would immediately turn around and run away.
He didn't come here to die. What he had to do was to draw out Ling Fan's strength, then get 50,000 gold coins and live happily.
No matter how close he was, Ling Fan remained indifferent. He just held the heavy sword tightly, and the expression on his face was as sharp as ever, like a sword out of the body, with a sharp edge.
The more this happened, the more terrified Li Er felt. He hoped that Ling Fan would move. As long as he moved, he could adapt to the situation. But Ling Fan remained silent and motionless, like a beast that was ready to attack.
Then, if it moves, the waves will come rolling in.
The smoke and dust completely covered Li Er, and the friction between the fighting soldiers and the ground made a harsh and ear-piercing magic sound. These were all Li Er's methods to cover himself up and distract Ling Fan.
However, no matter how he jumped, Ling Fan just stood with his sword in hand, his clothes making a sound under the cold wind.
Almost all the eyes of the audience were on him. He was the well-deserved protagonist. What made people vomit blood was that this protagonist was like a piece of wood, refusing to move no matter what.
Seeing that Li Er was only about ten meters away from Ling Fan, at this moment, Ling Fan's pupils suddenly dilated several times, and a sharp light flashed away.
boom!
Almost at the same time, Li Er, who was on full alert and wanted to see how Ling Fan would make a move, seemed to have stepped on a landmine. There was a loud bang and a violent explosion occurred under his feet for no reason.
The explosion was very close to Li Er. Li Er, who was moving forward quickly, had no time to escape and was blown up. His clothes were blown into powder and his body was covered in blood and flesh.
Phew!
At the moment of the explosion, Ling Fan seemed to have figured it out. A dazzling light suddenly flashed under his feet, and then his whole body disappeared in a flash like a strong wind. Holding a heavy sword, while Li Er was still in the haze of the explosion, he and Li Er
He passed by.
"So fast!" Both Su Mu and Douxiu beside him opened their eyes wide. The moment Ling Fan exploded, his speed was too fast, at least faster than all of them present.
The sword left a trace, Ling Fan put away the sword, turned around and took off the bag from Li Er's waist, and returned to the cave without saying a word, like a god of death.
When he bent his legs and squatted down in front of the cave, Li Er's statue-like body suddenly spurted out a fountain of blood. Looking at it again, his stunned head actually slipped from his neck, and finally he fell stiffly.
In a pool of blood, completely dead!
"What a fast speed, what a fast sword."
Su Mu and others were amazed, but the person involved, Ling Fan, was sitting cross-legged in front of the cave very calmly, as if he just walked for a while and then came back, and had never killed anyone at all.
Without another word, Ling Fan told the other party with his actions and eyes that the sword mark was the line between life and death, and anyone who jumped the line would die!
This kind of pressure reached its peak after a person was beheaded. Su Mu and others would no longer doubt Ling Fan's strength. Although they didn't know what happened with the crucial explosion, judging from Ling Fan's speed,
Judging from his sword speed, he was indeed a master, someone they couldn't afford to offend.
"Excuse me, senior." The corner of Su Mu's mouth twitched. One of his subordinates died. He didn't feel much in his heart. However, Ling Fan was so domineering, which still made him very unhappy. However, his life was important. After he handed over his hand, he shouted to everyone behind him:
"Walk!"
As soon as the sound fell, the fighting cultivators felt as if they had received an amnesty. They left the place with a staggering speed without looking back. As for Li Er's body, they felt sick even if they took a second look at it.
The enemy disappeared from sight, and the big stone in Ling Fan's heart was finally relieved. He breathed a sigh of relief, but still sat cross-legged in front of the cave, maintaining a domineering posture.
This state lasted for five minutes. After finding that the other party did not look back, Ling Fan was completely relieved. Only then did he realize that his clothes were wet with sweat.
"The mentality is still not enough." Ling Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly. He was not satisfied with his performance. He killed one of the six fighting masters and scared away five. This is for him who only has twenty fighting points.
, is already something that goes against heaven.
But he has very high requirements for himself. If it were Teacher Lucan, he would probably be able to knock the opponent back with his momentum, and he would never break a sweat.
Chasing the Wind Dou Seal, coupled with the Dou Seal Bomb, and the full activation of the twenty star fields at the last moment, created Ling Fan's unnatural behavior of instantly killing the Dou Master. Of course, this was when the opponent was just starting out and lacked combat experience.
How easy is it for someone like Cheng Lao Huang or an archer to instantly kill the opponent?
As for the speed at which he drew the sword at the end, it was not purely fast, but because he had used the inheritance of the divine craftsman to understand the sword to a high level. When the sword was breaking through the air, he knew how to cause him to suffer the least obstacle, so
That sword actually contained some swordsmanship, otherwise it would not have been possible to swipe across the opponent's neck so beautifully and take effect after a few seconds.
The matter was finally resolved. This was his indulgence to himself. It was the last time he was willful for himself. The sword that cut off Li Er's head was also the sword that cut off the young bridge. At this moment, whether he was willing or not,
He has nothing to do with his youth. From this moment on, he must really start to compete with the strong and constantly hone himself.
After collecting the daggers around the cave, Ling Fan opened Li Er's cloth bag and found that there were no thunder seeds inside.
"It seems that they participated in the trial entirely for Su Mu. I'm afraid all the thunder power seeds are with him, right? Speaking of which, you can cheat in the Tianshan trial. As long as you spend money to hire ten people and get ten more places, wouldn't it be enough to gather them all?
Collect a hundred thunder seeds? Then hide for a month, and then you can enter Tianshan Academy."
Ling Fan raised his chin, having a sudden thought, and then shook his head. Those three conditions are too difficult. First, there must be ten young eighth-level fighting cultivators, then there must be ten quotas, and finally, one must be able to hold a
Hiding hundreds of thunder seeds for a month, these three conditions are too harsh, and it is estimated that few people can achieve it.
After sprinkling the breathing powder on his body and looking at the cave where there was no movement at all, Ling Fan walked in unison and left the place without saying a word, hiding directly in the forest and starting to head towards the outskirts.
He wants to obtain the seeds of thunder, find Nalan Shuo, and train himself through various things. The one month of Tianshan trials is his most golden moment, how can he waste it casually?
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