C1738 It Doesn't Sell(part Ii)
Not for sale.2
Qiu Feng looked down on those Service disciple from the bottom of his heart, even though he was once Service disciple.
"This Xiao Sheng is really shameless. He actually asked for one Xiao Sheng Pill?" Qin Sheng sneered in his heart. He went back and took the Taiyi furnace back into the furnace. He didn't even need to refine it, he could refine all the impurities and decayed energy.
This was the same as a real Ling Dan. It was impossible for there to be any side effects.
"Haha, you're really laughing like a dead man. Trying to bully a junior after being defeated by me?" At this time, Teng Yang walked over unhurriedly and said with a cold smile, "Your eating posture is really ugly!"
Teng Yang's voice was very loud. He did it on purpose to let the other Xiao Sheng know about this matter.
As expected, a few Xiao Sheng's eyes once again focused on him. There were both men and women, and their faces revealed a faint trace of disdain.
Indeed, with Xiao Sheng's Cultivation Level, it wouldn't be difficult for him to kill a spirit beast of the same level. How could he lower his head and ask a junior for Xiao Sheng's spirit beast?
Qiu Feng gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Teng Yang, do you want to die or not? What does it matter to you what I want to do?"
"Little friends, don't listen to Teng Yang's nonsense. He has some grudges with me, which is why he hurt me so badly. " Qiu Feng smiled and explained, "If he wasn't my senior brother back then, I would have punished him severely long ago. "
Qin Sheng took a deep breath and bowed to Qiu Feng. "Xiao Sheng, adults, you are worrying too much. This junior doesn't have such thoughts. However, I am afraid that the Great Sage will reward this junior. I don't dare to give it to someone else. "
"Oh?" Qiu Feng was very surprised by Qin Sheng's response. It was just a mere Service disciple, but he actually pulled out the tiger skin of the Great Sage and used him as a shield?
Unfortunately, Qin Sheng had underestimated Qiu Feng's shamelessness.
"It doesn't matter. The Great Sage wouldn't be so petty because of his great virtue. " Qiu Feng said with a smile. In fact, he was thinking in his heart. Who was the Great Sage? He had been in secluded cultivation all year long, or was wandering in the deepest part of the ancient battlefield. How could he possibly care about the trivial matters of an in-name disciple?
"I know that Xiao Sheng's pill is incomparably precious. I won't let you guys lose a Xiao Sheng's pill for nothing. " Qiu Feng said with a smile. "I am willing to buy a Xiao Sheng pill for two hundred thousand Lei Hujin. "
When he said this, everyone laughed coldly.
"Qiu Feng, are you really pretending to be stupid or are you really stupid?" Teng Yang laughed loudly, "A Xiao Sheng Pill is sold in the black market for one million Lei Hujin, and it's a priceless pill. You need talent to buy it!"
"You want to buy Xiao Sheng Pills for two hundred thousand here?"
"Friendly reminder, it is a bit disgusting. "
Qin Sheng and Liu Qiyue's faces revealed anger. This Qiu Feng was too disgusting, treating them like idiots.
"You are a new genius of Xiao Sheng, and you want to cut off the love of the younger generation. No matter what, you want two million Xiao Sheng Pills, right?" Teng Yang said with a smile on his face, "Oh, right. I have an old relationship with you, and I am willing to give it to you. I will sell it to you for two million Lei Hujin Pills. "
Qiu Feng's face turned ashen when he heard this, and the space between his brows became even gloomier.
Two million Lei Hujin for one Xiao Sheng Pill?
What kind of joke was this? He could marry into his family! Although they were from a big family, they didn't have many Lei Hujin in their pockets. Even a Xiao Sheng wouldn't be able to afford a million Lei Hujin, let alone a price that was twice as high as the market price.
"Two hundred thousand Lei Hujin and a favor from me, Qiu Feng. What do you think?" Qiu Feng gritted his teeth and said.
Qin Sheng shook his head and said, "Not for sale!"
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