"I have so many spirit stones that I can crush you to death!”
Fang Chen's words revealed a strange temperament, a pure nouveau riche...
I have a lot of spirit stones, and you think I'm bullying you? Why? If you're not convinced, then follow me!
The Heavenly Feather Race youth was speechless.
Although he felt that he had gone a little overboard in boasting that he could do anything, but…this request of yours was not something that a human could accomplish, alright?
That was an invincible dynasty that was comparable to a Holy Land. It had been passed down for tens of millions of years, and he had to be crazy to start a war with it because of a Holy Weapon.
Also, can I casually get you a few Martial Monarch Realm weapons? Did he think that this thing was a cabbage that he could pick up on the road?
This request was not something a person could say.
"Are you sure your request isn't making things difficult for me?"”
Fang Chen raised his eyebrows. What was there to be troubled about? " You don't even dare to kill that dog, Crown Prince Xuan Tian. What's the use of having the friendship of your Heavenly Feather Race?”
"Look, I can scold him however I want. Does he dare to say anything?”
Countless gazes turned to the second room. Hmm…focus, the eyes of millions.
Zhao Mingyuan did not speak. He closed his eyes tightly and a strong killing intent surged from his body.
Why did he have to whip his corpse for every matter? Did he really think that he was easy to bully? After all, he was a peerless prodigy. Did bengong not want face?
"Your Highness, please calm down. After the auction ends, this child will definitely die! Why are you angry here?" the state preceptor said hurriedly, afraid that Zhao Mingyuan would attack him in anger.
However, Fang Chen's actions were indeed a little overboard.
This was basically the same as riding on their heads and taking a dump. They did not treat them as humans at all.
"130 million is the bottom line of my Heavenly Feather Race. If you exceed this number, I'll leave immediately.”The Heavenly Feather Race youth cupped his hands.
It was a form of respect for Fang Chen. After all…they did not dare to curse at the Xuantian Empire.
This was something that could cost lives.
If the clan's request was more than 130 million, then forget it.
After all, a force that could take out 130 million had absolute appeal among the human race. It was enough if it was appropriate. There was no need to force them too hard. Otherwise, if they were angered, they might even be killed on the spot.
"131 million!"
"I thought I was going to take out three to five hundred million spirit stones to play around with, but in the end…sigh, I can't even spend the flowers I want.”
Fang Chen's sigh made the veins on the foreheads of the various powerhouses present bulge. They really wanted to…hammer this fellow to death.
"Look, is this human language?”
"Prince Fang, I beg you. If you don't know how to speak human language, don't say it, okay?”
This wasn't f * cking heart-wrenching, it was simply showing off his wealth!
What did he mean by wanting flowers but not being able to spend them? If you can't spend it, you can give it to me!
What do I lack? What I lack the most in my life is spirit stones!
At this moment, the 12 Venerables sighed in the sixth room.
His heart ached inexplicably.
Those spirit stones were all his…
"Fang Chen doesn't feel any heartache when he uses it, but why does my heart feel so painful?”
"Because these are all our Spirit Stones. My heart hurts...."
However, for the sake of the sect's inheritance, he would just pretend that it was nothing. Sigh.
"131 million going once!”
"131 million going twice!”
"131 million going thrice!”
"Congratulations to the senior in the first room for obtaining the finale treasure of this auction. This auction has come to a successful conclusion!”
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"Is this the Cauldron of Mountain and River?" Ye Chen looked at the ordinary-looking bronze cauldron with a puzzled expression.
If it weren't for the ancient characters on it, he would have taken the cauldron to the branch master of the Saint Weapon Pavilion.
Was this really the legendary Cauldron of Mountain and River? It didn't have any ancient aura, nor did it have the courage to suppress the world. Was this the Cauldron of Mountains and Rivers of the Bloodstained Saint?
"You actually dare to question my identity? If I'm not the Cauldron of Mountain and River, are you?”A three to five-year-old infant appeared in front of him. This should be the artifact spirit.
They bared their fangs and brandished their claws. For a moment, it made people even more suspicious.
"Let me try, sigh." Fang Chen felt a headache as he took out the Golden Crow Wheel that Sacred Lord Scarlet Feather had given him as compensation.
He was prepared to let this thing test it.
"Ang!"
A crisp cry rang out as a golden shadow condensed. It was a super cute small three-legged Golden Crow, shivering as it looked at Fang Chen.
The little Golden Crow's eyes seemed to be sparkling with tears as it cried out crazily.
It seemed to be saying, why hasn't it acknowledged me as its master after so many days?
On the first day, the little golden crow had been extremely arrogant and was not prepared to pay attention to Fang Chen, who was only a weakling in the Martial Emperor Realm.
In the end, it discovered that Fang Chen's talent was simply too terrifying. As long as it acknowledged him as its master and followed him, it could even break away from the artifact spirit in the future and become a true Three-legged Golden Crow!
Initially, he thought that Fang Chen would definitely make him acknowledge him as his master. However, if he pretended to be reluctant, he would be able to obtain a higher status.
However, it gradually realized that…it seemed to have been forgotten!
He was heartbroken. He was a legendary holy weapon, but he had actually been forgotten just like that?
After waiting day and night, thinking that he had missed this great opportunity, he realized that he had been released.
At this moment, tears streamed down his face and he could not make a sound. His cries were filled with excitement and joy.
"Ang! Ang! Ang!"
"Alright, don't cry, don't cry." Ji Zhuqing saw the cute little Golden Crow crying like a beast, and her nose wrinkled, emitting a motherly glow.
He gently stroked its little head and only finished comforting it after a while.
Fang Chen was speechless.
Ye Chen was speechless.
Ji Tian was speechless.
Was this really a saint artifact? First, there was an arrogant child, and then there was a crying golden crow.
Fang Chen facepalmed. What kind of weird thing was this?
He commanded to see if this was the real Cauldron of Mountain and River.
"Go up and beat him up."
"Ang! Ang! Ang!"
The baby Golden Crow broke away from Ji Zhuqing's hand and hugged Fang Chen's thigh, crying again.
It was as if he was saying that he could hit him, but he had to be his master first. Otherwise, he would cry for him!
Ye Chen's mouth twitched. Back then…he had suffered so much just to make a Holy Weapon recognize him as its master. He treated her like a grandfather.
However, when he saw how terrifying Fang Chen would be in the future, he was relieved. What was the point of competing with this monster? His goal in this life was to defeat that black dog.
Ji Tian's eyelids twitched. Was his brother-in-law really human? The sacred weapon begged to recognize its master.
He didn't have much thoughts about the Cauldron of Mountain and River, because he wanted an offensive sacred weapon, not this kind of suppression.
"Hey, hey, hey, little bird, as Saint Weapons, we have to have a backbone. We can't just recognize a master casually, okay?”The child acted like a strict teacher and educated him.
The little golden crow looked at him with disdain. This kind of fool didn't even know how to seize opportunities. He deserved to be a weapon spirit for life.
Then, she started crying again…
Fang Chen was really annoyed.”
The baby Golden Crow took out a drop of blood essence and infused it into Fang Chen's body.
Elder Nie, who was in the void, was dumbfounded. Was this still... the world from back then? The way they looked at Fang Chen gradually changed. This was a f * cking monster. A sacred weapon…actually begged to recognize its master.
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P.S. I've caught a cold. My head is dizzy, and my limbs are weak. Writing is already very slow, but now it's a level slower. My speed in an hour has dropped to around 1,000 words.
I'm not saying this because I want to owe you more. I just want to tell all the readers that my physical condition may cause me to not update in time. There are 4,000 flowers now, so I still owe you one more update. If I don't have any at midnight, I'll definitely post it tomorrow. I hope you can forgive me. I'll pay my respects!
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