506: C506 I Traded a Weapon for His Life!

C506 I Traded a Weapon for His Life!

"Little brother, have you grown all your hair?" Lin Feiyan was angry and amused, "Oh, I just came out of the mountain. I have never seen a woman as beautiful as sister, right? Could it be that your Spirit Treasure Sect doesn't even have a prettier senior sister?"

"I'm tired of playing." The youth laughed lewdly and used his invasive gaze to admire Lin Feiyan and Lu Yao's graceful and delicate bodies.

"It really makes people angry." Lin Feiyan's expression suddenly became cold and charming, "Chen Feng, promise him. I will strip him naked and hang him at the entrance of the manor."

"As you wish." Chen Feng nodded slightly.

"With just you?" The young man sneered. Suddenly, he felt his throat tighten, and then he jumped up from the ground.

Magical power... unable to be mobilized? He opened his eyes angrily, and stared at Chen Feng, who was right in front of him.

When did Chen Feng get close to him? Why didn't he notice it at all?

"Stop!" After the old man recovered from his shock, he furiously roared.

However, what was the use of his furious roar?

At this moment, Chen Feng's hand was on the young man's throat. If he dared to act recklessly, the young man would die for sure.

He glanced at Lin Feiyan and Lu Yao, thinking that he should also capture a hostage. But when he recalled Chen Feng's ghost-like speed, he gave up on this idea.

If he acted rashly, it would only kill the young man, and he might not be able to catch a hostage in Chen Feng's hands.

"Chen Feng, let go of me first, we have something to talk about." The old man tried to negotiate, but Chen Feng's cold attitude told him that it was useless to negotiate.

"I can give you some magic weapons as long as you don't hurt him."

Chen Feng was still unmoved.

"Chen Feng, you have to think carefully. We are from the Spirit Treasure Sect. Can you really afford to offend the Spirit Treasure Sect?"

"Ka!"

A crisp sound rang out, causing the elder's heart to tighten.

It was the sound of the young man's throat being unable to withstand the pressure.

Chen Feng only needed to slightly increase his strength to easily break the old man's neck.

"Wait! Wait first!"

The old man's head was covered in cold sweat as he forced himself to calm down.

"I traded a spiritual tool for him. You should be satisfied now, right?"

Chen Feng slowly turned his head. His indifferent eyes made the old man clearly feel his disdain.

"Two pieces! I only have two spirit tools on me, take them all!" The old man took out an ice-blue long sword from his ring and a jade flute. He threw it to Lin Feiyan with a pained expression.

He would definitely make Chen Feng pay the price, ten times, a hundred times!

Lin Feiyan took the exquisite ice-blue long sword and was very happy. It was really a pillow when someone came to sleep. This sword was customized for her, right?

And that short flute, she directly handed it to Lu Yao.

Lu Yao was stunned for a moment and did not take it.

"Take it. Anyone who sees will have a share. You know how to play the flute, right?" Lin Feiyan giggled and directly stuffed it into her hands.

"I... know a little." Lu Yao was somewhat confused. This was a Spirit Weapon, and it was so easily obtained? It was like a dream.1

"Well, Director Lin, don't you think anyone who sees will get a share? Do you think my share will be the same?" The manager, who had been running away for a long time, came up to him again with an apologetic smile on his face.

He was the one who brought him here. Even if he did not have any credit, he would still have to work hard, right? No matter what, he had to give him some, right? At the very least, he could give her some bonus!

"Find him." Lin Feiyan was very excited as she admired the ice-blue long sword in her hand. She did not have the time to bother with him and pointed at Chen Feng.

The manager's face instantly collapsed. Who was he? Who was Chen Feng? Would Chen Feng give him whatever he wanted?

Dream on.

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