502: C502 An Elder of the Spiritual Treasure Sect Young Master

C502 An Elder of the Spiritual Treasure Sect Young Master

Just as Chen Feng was taking a walk, an old man and a young man appeared outside the Spirit Mist Villa's main gate. They were both wearing luxurious clothes.

Both of them exuded an aura of jewels, wealth, and wealth. All kinds of shiny decorations almost blinded the guards' eyes.

However, these ornaments were actually not ornaments, or rather, they were not just ornaments - they were all magic tools, magic tools produced by the Spirit Treasure Sect.

The reason they wore them was to show the formidable strength of the Spirit Treasure Sect.

However, what was a bit sad was that they had suffered a huge setback when they came out of the mountain.

Those powers that had agreed to exchange all kinds of resources and materials for their magic tools and spiritual weapons suddenly stopped exchanging.

If they returned just like this, it would be very difficult for them to report.

Only from the Cultivator did they know that the Misty Academy was about to start school. Everyone kept all kinds of resources in their hands and prepared to send themselves or their children to school.

As for Chen Feng, they had heard a lot of people talking about him, but they had never taken it to heart. In their opinion, no matter how powerful the Cultivator was, it would not be able to resist the magic weapon in their hands.

One magic weapon wasn't enough? Two!

Two wasn't enough, three or four pieces smashing over. Was he afraid that he wouldn't be able to kill you?

Not enough? I still have a Spirit Tool. Let's see how you're going to receive it!

Because of his mastery of the artifact forging technique, the Spirit Treasure Sect had plundered a lot of materials and other resources over the past few hundred years. Their connections in the cultivation world were also very broad, so they gradually developed a condescending personality.

Chen Feng was a genius? What was the use of it? He was still here to beg the Spirit Treasure Sect to refine a magic treasure. They were even prepared to use a magic weapon to exchange with Chen Feng for Pill Emperor's pills.

However, what disappointed them was that Chen Feng had never looked for them. He just treated the Spirit Treasure Sect as if it didn't exist.

Plus, Chen Feng was fighting over resources with them this time, which made them very angry. That was why they decided to take the initiative to meet Chen Feng.

"I'm sorry, but the manor is temporarily not open to the public. Please leave."

A male manager in a black suit walked over and spoke very politely.

"We are not here to play." The old man from the Spirit Treasure Sect stroked his beard and glanced at the manager coldly.

“ Oh? That is to pay a visit to our General Manager? Or is he Director Chen?" The manager had seen many such people and was not surprised to ask.

No one dared to go up the mountain. If they wanted to visit Chen Feng, they had to go through the Lin Family first, but they basically couldn't get any response from Chen Feng.

Although the old man was arrogant, he wasn't arrogant enough to ignore Pill Emperor's existence and directly go up the mountain to offend him.

"Dean Chen?" The old man frowned, "You are talking about Chen Feng, right? Yes, I am here to find him. Open the door."

"Do you have an appointment?" The manager didn't let the guard open the door, but still politely asked.

"An appointment? Do you know who we are?" The young man beside the old man's face darkened, "It's already a great fortune for us, the people of Spirit Treasure Sect, to be able to see him. You should let him come out and greet us."

"Spirit Treasure Sect?" The manager frowned slightly. He knew about this sect. It was a very mysterious sect that produced magic tools.

But so what? Chen Feng was omnipotent!

"I'm sorry, there are too many people who want to see Dean Chen. Please hand over your invitation cards first, then line up and wait."

Of course, this was just an excuse. In fact, it would be impossible for them to wait for the rest of their lives.

The old man and the young man's faces turned cold.

"Hmph!" The old man flicked his sleeve and snorted coldly. His aura bloomed as he spoke in an unquestionable tone, "Open the door."2

The guards were all on high alert, and immediately drew their electric batons to surround him.

At the entrance, the atmosphere was tense.

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