22: C22 The Sword Lord of the Sword City(part I)

C22 The Sword Lord of the Sword City(part I)

Everyone was stunned when they saw Ye Chen's reaction. Fortunately, they didn't provoke this ancestor. Otherwise, they might have been ravaged by him.2

However, the Spirit Soul of a Nine Revolutions of the Spirit Root Stage warrior could only be exchanged with a single precious herb. It was indeed worth it.

After all, although the precious herb was rare, there were still traces that could be traced. A Spirit Soul like this was indeed a priceless treasure.

"Little bastard, you..."

Luo Shisan's face was burning with pain. Today, the Luo Family had lost all their face. In the end, they were so angry that they couldn't even speak a word. They kept coughing, and their faces turned red.

Seeing that the surrounding people didn't say anything, Ye Chen scratched his ears and felt a little depressed.

Some of the strong cultivators who were watching were obviously moved, but they just refused to move. He had to provoke them a little more!

"This is a Nine Revolutions of the Spirit Root Stage expert's Spirit Soul. It was freshly refined. Now, it only needs half a stalk of spirit medicine to obtain it. Is there anyone who wants to buy it? If no one speaks, I'll ask again later!"

However, when Ye Chen said this, the expert who originally wanted to buy it suddenly shrank back.

Because they thought that Luo Family's Ancestor had colluded with the Devil Tao Alliance. If they bought it, there would be trouble, right?

Therefore, they all shook their heads and sighed.

Half a precious herb was a priceless treasure.

In order to exchange for an endless amount of troublesome Spirit Soul, one had to see if this person's background was strong or not. Only then could one say whether it was worth it or not.

Seeing this, Ye Chen was a little angry. "You bunch of paupers can't even take out half a precious herb. What are you still doing? If no one wants it, then that's perfect. You might as well let me eat it. No one objected anyway."

After saying that, Ye Chen grabbed Luo Shisan and stuffed him into his mouth.

" Little brat, you promised me that you won't eat my food! Don't tell me that you have to be a treacherous person since you were young?" Luo Shisan was frightened and quickly shouted.

If he was sold to someone else, he might be able to use other bargaining chips to escape, but in Naughty Boy's hands, don't even think about it!

Ye Chen did not stop moving. "I am an honest and trustworthy person. Just now I said I want to eat you, so I want to eat you. Is there anything wrong with that? We all have to listen to Mommy. "

Luo Family's Ancestor was speechless.

Everyone was speechless.

"Shameless bastard! Shameless!" Luo Family's Ancestor could do nothing about it. It was ridiculous for him to keep his word with a child.

Ye Chen did not say anything else. He did not have any use for Luo Family's Ancestor's Spirit Soul. This group of spectators had watched for a long time, and they were addicted to it. Now, they were not even willing to help with such a small matter. It was really infuriating!

He might as well eat this Spirit Soul. It would bring great benefits to his cultivation base.

He was afraid that this would raise his cultivation base to the Spirit Sea Stage.

However, just as he was about to bite down with all his strength, Luo Family's Ancestor let out a mournful wail. In the sky, a sharp sword light drifted past, followed by a middle-aged man wearing a Daoist robe hovering above the ruins of Luo Family.

This man was wearing a feather fan, and he was dressed like a scholar. He had a refined temperament, and he was standing on a huge sword that was emitting a hazy radiance. Judging from the sword intent that was released from the huge sword, it seemed that this man had an extraordinary background.

"Little friend, can you sell this Spirit Soul to me?"

He had a smile on his face and a graceful bearing. Among the crowd, there were many female cultivators who were holding their hands on their faces and looking at him expectantly.

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