As the bald young man left, many people were eager to give it a try.
With their movements, the weapons that did not belong to them gave off a different aura every time.
"How is this done?" Not only Chen Feng was curious, but everyone present felt strange.
Doing this can also prevent those people from knowing what properties this weapon has.
"This old man is quite a wonderful person."
Chen Feng was so happy to see that he was hunting, so he also went over to give it a try.
When he held the first weapon, Chen Feng thought it was nothing, but when he held the third weapon, he couldn't help but look up at the old man Qian who had drooped eyes and looked listless.
The spiritual energy fluctuations emitted by this weapon are the same as the first weapon, but they appear differently.
Old Man Qian was a little surprised when he saw Chen Feng staring at him, clenching the weapon in his hand, and then waved his hand, indicating for him to continue.
Chen Feng didn't expose him, he tried weapons one by one, but no weapon chose him after trying them over and over again.
He didn't care, he just wanted to experience it.
When Chen Feng was about to leave, a voice sounded in his mind. He stopped leaving and stood quietly aside and continued to watch.
The onlookers came down one after another to try. The weapons in front of Old Man Qian were getting fewer and fewer. He proposed a lot of tasks that were easy to complete but wasted.
The sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun filled the earth. Old Man Qian took a sip of wine, staggeredly put away the empty mat, glanced at Chen Feng, and walked into the crowd unsteadily.
Chen Feng could see clearly from behind that every time someone touched him, there was a strange power that filled the air, making them unable to touch him.
It wasn't until he left Heishui Town and was getting closer to Mokou Cliff that Old Qian stopped and looked at Chen Feng behind him.
"Young man, tell me, what did you find?" Old Man Qian leaned against the tree, took a sip of the wine, made a comfortable sound, and squinted his eyes in enjoyment.
"Those weapons are your hands and feet, right?" Although it was a question, Chen Feng was extremely sure.
He couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart: "Why did you do this?"
"What's wrong with bartering?" Old Man Qian looked at Chen Feng drunkenly: "As for those weapons? They chose them themselves, what do they have to do with me? You just need to know that I won't harm them.
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Listening to what Old Man Qian said, it was clear that Chen Feng should refute, but a thought in his heart told him that he was not lying.
Seeing that Chen Feng didn't say anything, Old Man Qian dug around in his chest and took out a dark stone in a long time: "Let this stone be your hush money."
When he saw it being thrown, Chen Feng stretched out his hand to catch it, and his arm fell down uncontrollably, and his whole body was eaten by a dog.
Chen Feng lay on the ground and looked at the stone in his hand, his eyes widening.
He used 50% of his strength but failed to catch the stone. Old Qian threw it over easily. That shows how powerful he must be.
"Boy, this stone is a treasure."
After leaving such a sentence, Old Man Qian disappeared into thin air.
It took Chen Feng a lot of effort to pick up the stone, and he felt his wrist keep falling when he put it in his hand.
"Is this a treasure?" Chen Feng looked at the stone in his hand, but saw nothing.