1050: C1050 Even If I Don't Want to Sell It I Have to Sell It

C1050 Even If I Don't Want to Sell It I Have to Sell It

Whether it was entering the Spirit Treasure Pavilion or searching for the Soul Refining Hand, he had to use his strongest form to deal with it. If he could advance to the Sixth Grade of Martial Origin before doing these two things... Then, it would be the best situation for him.

Ye Bufan returned to the inn. He didn't even have time to look at the hay before he closed the door and started cultivating.

Ye Bufan was cultivating in his room when he suddenly heard a long neigh from the backyard of the inn. He opened his eyes and frowned in confusion. The neigh came from hay, which made him feel strange.

Dry hay seldom neighed along the way, which was at the beginning. When Ye Bufan asked it to run happily, it shouted. That voice was very unique. Although it was still the cry of a horse, it was still rumbling. There was always an indescribable feeling.

Logically speaking, Dry Grass was currently resting in the stables in the backyard. Why would he suddenly make such a sound?

Ye Bufan got up, pushed open the door, and walked out of the room. He prepared to go to the backyard to take a look.

Dry Grass definitely had a special bloodline and had helped him a lot along the way. If something were to happen, it would not be good.

As soon as he walked into the backyard of the inn, Ye Bufan's heart was filled with anger, and his eyes were wide open.

In the shed in the backyard, a tall woman was holding a whip and wanting to whip Dry Grass!

"Stop!" Ye Bufan shouted. Wind blew under his feet. He took three steps and arrived next to the hay. He glared at the tall woman.

"What are you doing!? Why did you hit my horse?!" Ye Bufan was not an unreasonable person. If it was really Dry Grass who did something wrong and offended someone else, he would apologize and compensate for it, but he would attack Dry Grass. He would never allow it.

Faang Lin put away the whip and looked at Ye Bufan with a cold smile. "You are the owner of this horse? You came at the right time. I have taken a fancy to this horse. How much is it? Name your price. "

This sentence irritated Ye Bufan. "Name your price? What price? This horse is not for sale!"

" Not for sale? Even if it's not for sale, it still has to be sold!"

Before Ye Bufan finished speaking, a loud shout came from the side.

Ye Bufan turned his head and saw that a huge sweat had appeared beside the girl.

This huge sweat was about two meters tall, and it had a muscular body with a bear's back and a bear's waist. Its arm alone was even thicker than Ye Bufan's thigh.

Furthermore, Ye Bufan could clearly sense the Qi of a Sixth Grade of Martial Origin warrior from the girl's body.

This was an expert!

The sweat was so eye-catching that after Ye Bufan went up and down three times, he found that beside the sweat was a skinny old man, a maid, and a servant.

Ye Bufan's eyes swept across the old man and the maid, and his gaze stopped on the servant.

He had seen this guy before. He was the kid who came in with a few horses from the north.

Ye Bufan immediately understood. It was very likely that this horse-keeper had seen through the extraordinariness of dried grass, so he had encouraged his master to forcefully buy and sell it.

Since he had already guessed what these people wanted to do, Ye Bufan naturally would not be polite.

He sneered, "Even if you don't want to sell, you still have to sell? I want to see how you guys can sell even if you don't want to!"

At this point, if they didn't fight, they wouldn't be able to talk about anything. Ye Bufan didn't want to talk about it anyway. He stroked Dry Grass' neck and looked at the five people opposite him with a sneer.

He wanted to see what kind of tricks these five people had. They actually dared to have designs on Dry Grass.

Ye Bufan's unyielding attitude was obviously not what the other party had imagined. Whether it was Giant Sweat or the tall woman, they were all stunned. Only Faang Han, who was the most obedient at the end, didn't feel surprised at all.

The first to react was the skinny old man.

He looked like he was smiling. He pointed at Ye Bufan with his dry finger and said with a strange smile, "Little guy, I'm afraid you don't know who we are yet. Let me tell you. "

As he spoke, the old man pointed at the tall woman and said, "We are from Flying Fish City's Fang family. This is our young lady."

The old man didn't say anything after saying this. He had a proud look on his face, as if he felt that as long as Ye Bufan heard about their background, he would definitely take the initiative to send his horse over.

His wrinkled old face made an expression that said he deserved a beating. The meaning was very obvious. "Little brat, you know fear now, right? We are the Fang family. You can't afford to offend us. Hurry up and hand over the BMW. What do you want money for? Don't be ungrateful! "

At this moment, Fang Lin, her maidservant Ying Er, and another expert in charge of protecting her, Yan Shuo, were sweating profusely. They couldn't help but nod their heads, feeling that this small matter had been settled.

In the vicinity of the East Sea, their Fang Family still had some powers. Although they didn't dare to claim that they could cover the sky with their own hands, they had no problem dealing with a single cultivator.

As for ordinary cultivators, as long as they had a bit of insight, they wouldn't dare to have any conflicts with them.

That was why they felt that if the old man announced the Fang Clan's name, the rogue cultivator opposite them would definitely compromise. Not to mention that they wouldn't dare to not sell the Dragon Stallion to them, even to curry favor with the Fang family... There was also a possibility that he would directly gift the horse to them. In any case, such a person... They were already used to it.

Unfortunately, what they had been waiting for was completely different from what they had imagined.

"Fang family? So what if it's Fang family?" Ye Bufan sneered, "If you want to steal my horse, you have to first ask this sword in my hand!"

Ye Bufan knew that he would not be able to understand today's situation without a fight, so he did not delay any longer and directly pulled out the Emperor Sword from the Sun Space.

After all, the huge sweat on the other side was a real Sixth Grade of Martial Origin, and he could not even tell how high the old man's cultivation was. Adding on the fact that he was the young lady of the Fang family, this battle might be the strongest battle Ye Bufan had ever faced since he entered this world.

Ye Bufan wasn't worried about the unfavorable situation. Instead, he was eager to give it a try. In any case, it wouldn't take long for him to enter the Spirit Treasure Pavilion and fight for treasures. He also wanted to find the Soul Refining Hand, as well as the possibility of a battle happening in the future. It seemed like this would be a good warm-up.

After obtaining the Emperor Sword, Ye Bufan had yet to fight anyone. This time, he could test his combat strength and prepare himself for the next series of battles.

As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. Although it was difficult to know your enemy, you should at least be a good friend, right?

As Ye Bufan drew his sword, the noses of the few people from the Fang family became crooked. Walking near the East Sea, they had never seen a rogue cultivator who dared to not give face to the Fang family. This was simply unforgivable.

Especially when the eldest daughter of the Fang family, Faang Lin, saw that the sword Ye Bufan drew out was actually a broken sword, she became even angrier.

Challenging our Fang family and using a broken sword, this is really not putting the Fang family in his eyes.

Faang Lin's eyes shone with a cold light as she fiercely ordered, "Uncle Yan, this fellow actually looks down on our Fang family. Just dig out his eyes and let him dare to look down on us again."

"Yes!" Sweat replied and revealed a cruel smile as he walked towards Ye Bufan.

As he walked, he counted his fingers. With the sound of "kacha, kacha," coupled with a ferocious expression, most people would be scared to the point of losing all ability to fight.

Who was Ye Bufan? What had he not seen before? Of course, he was not afraid of such a low level technique. With a cold smile, he waved the broken sword in his hand and made an inviting gesture.

The reason why he didn't attack first wasn't because he had a righteous and righteous mindset, but because he still couldn't tell how powerful the attack of an ordinary Sixth Grade of Martial Origin warrior was.

He had never fought a Sixth Grade of Martial Origin before, and had only watched the battle. At that time, his level was still low, and he had just entered this world, so he couldn't see any clues.

As for the opponents he had fought later on, it wasn't that they hadn't reached the Sixth Grade of Martial Origin yet, but that the black-clothed man was an expert who had surpassed the Sixth Grade of Martial Origin. On the contrary, he had never fought a normal Sixth Grade of Martial Origin warrior before.

The reason why he let Sweat attack first was because he wanted to experience what a normal Sixth Grade of Martial Origin warrior's attack was like.

The giant sweat Yan Shuo walked towards Ye Bufan step by step, and the moment he took his first step, in fact, the battle had already begun. Although the two of them had yet to exchange blows, in fact, their Qi had already begun to clash. Once Ye Bufan failed... In that case, there was no need for Yan Shuo to make a move. He could only choose to escape. If Ye Bufan won, Yan Shuo would certainly be restrained in his next fight.

However, such an invisible fight was not something Faang Han could understand. Although Faang Lin, the old man, and even Faang Lin's maid were watching with great interest, Faang Han still thought that the fight had not started yet.

When Ye Bufan chose to refuse and sell his weapon, Faang Han almost jumped up in joy. At that moment, he desperately hoped that Ye Bufan would take out a sword. A sword that could defeat Faang Lin and Yan Shuo and severely injure them.

However, when he saw that the sword in Ye Bufan's hand was only a broken sword, the longing in his heart immediately disappeared without a trace.

Faang Han sighed in his heart. Sure enough, rogue cultivators couldn't be compared with aristocratic families. It was too shabby to not even have a good weapon. Before this, he had thought of letting this rogue cultivator defeat Faang Lin and Yan Shuo. It would be best if they were seriously injured. That way, he would be able to steal the Fang family's cultivation technique book and obtain his freedom. Now, it seemed like it was just wishful thinking.

Fortunately, Faang Han had already thought of the possibility of this happening when he was planning this scheme. Therefore, even if Ye Bufan was defeated... The dragon colt was given to Faang Lin because he had tipped her off. It was in line with his plan to gradually become Faang Lin's trusted aide. Although he did not get many benefits in this situation, it was still much better than not getting anything.0

Yan Shuo walked a total of ten steps. Each step was not big. It was the footwork used to walk normally. After ten steps, he was already standing outside the horse shed, only ten meters away from Ye Bufan.

At this time, both Faang Lin and the skinny old man's expressions were no longer relaxed. They gradually became serious.

Because they realized that in the previous battle of momentum, Yan Shuo was not able to suppress that rogue cultivator!

As a Sixth Grade of Martial Origin warrior, Yan Shuo was the highest cultivation level allowed by the rules of this world. Because he had comprehended the ability of will, his attainments in the battle of Qi were very deep. Furthermore, he was very proud of this. Whenever he fought with someone, he would always fight with his Qi.

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