Immemorial War God

Mo Feng stopped in his tracks, turned around to look at the wretched youth, frowned slightly, and asked:    

"Do you know where else there is such a spoon?"    

After hesitating for a moment, the wretched youth nodded his head and said:    

"I've seen someone get a spoon like this before, but if you can find him, you'll be able to get it from him. He's a miser, and he keeps everything in his hands."    

He was a bit familiar with the miser. When the miser had found the spoon, he had mocked him without restraint. Now, when he thought of the anger and grievance he had felt when he had just found the spoon, he could not help but feel embarrassed.    

"That miser is really lucky." He thought to himself, this spoon must have a special effect, it's just that he did not realise it, and that miser would definitely be able to trade things with Mo Feng.    

He could tell that Mo Feng was someone with a righteous character. As long as he did not provoke him, he would definitely be able to make a fair deal.    

"Oh? "Then please lead the way." Mo Feng became interested, and said. He, who looked calm on the surface, was actually so happy that his heart was beating faster. This was too easy, if he were to fuse two more spoons, the power of the spoons would be unimaginable!    

Perhaps, it would be able to raise his cultivation level all the way to Star Pool. Then, forget about Kuang Du and the Divine Hall Masters who came looking for trouble with him, killing two of them would be a piece of cake!    

"This …"    

The wretched youth hesitated for a moment as he rubbed his hands together. Mo Feng looked and laughed, he understood what the young man was thinking, and said:    

"As long as you can find me another spoon, you'll be paid."    

"Hehe, the lord is being too serious, please follow me." A smile appeared on the youth's face as he excitedly led the way.    

Mo Feng caught up with the wretched youth. Although he did not take many things from those people, he had taken at least ten items from them previously. As long as he had more spoons, he could throw away other things, one spoon was more than enough.    

Spoon was not as simple as increasing strength. In terms of hardness, there were very few weapons that could match it.    

"Swish, swish."    

The two of them travelled through the forest and did not meet anyone along the way. Even if someone passed by, they would not dare to act rashly when they saw the aura being emitted from Mo Feng's body.    

"Lord, after this kid found enough treasures, he hid there and didn't dare to show his face. I really don't know what use he has for keeping those things." On the way, the wretched youth laughed and shook his head as he spoke to Mo Feng.    

Mo Feng slightly nodded his head as he listened. After finding so many murder weapon, he just continued to hide them, this nature was indeed strange, but it wasn't strange for a few oddities to appear in the boundless universe.    

"Swish, swish."    

Half a quarter of an hour later, the wretched youth brought Mo Feng to an empty area. Once the surroundings had no trees and two had no caves, Mo Feng, with a frown, asked:    

"Right here?"    

There was nothing here, so where could the miser hide?    

The young man laughed mysteriously as he brought Mo Feng to continue walking forward.    

"Lord, that miser has everything. He once found a shovel and used it not to fight, but to shovel. He soon built himself a comfortable cellar and hid inside."    

Mo Feng suddenly realised, if that was the case, then he understood. Otherwise, it would be impossible for others to hide underground, if they wanted to dig a cellar, it would take a lot of work, and if they did not have a weapon in their hands, then they would have already arrived.    

"Almost there." Mo Feng nodded, and continued to walk for more than a hundred meters. The youth's footsteps suddenly paused, and he looked ahead of him as his face suddenly changed.    

"miser!" As he rushed forward, he saw a square crack in the ground in front of him and his surroundings were a mess of dirt. The dirt was still covered with blood, and when the wretched youth rushed down to the ground, he saw that there was no one below, only a floor full of blood.    

"miser, miser!"    

The young man's expression changed again. He stood up and shouted in panic, but there was no sign of the miser. At this moment, the young man was completely panicking.    

"Stop shouting, if you continue calling me miser, I'm going to die!" Mo Feng calmly looked around, and in the end, his gaze focused on the northwest direction.    

"Defend the wealth!"    

The vulgar youth shouted, he turned and saw Mo Feng rushing over, his face changed, and anxiously followed.    

whoosh whoosh whoosh *    

"Ding ding ding!"    

After half a quarter of an hour, Mo Feng heard the sounds of fighting, and quickly rushed over, only to see five people attacking one person while lying on the ground were two corpses.    

The person being killed was a middle-aged man with a moustache flowing down his face. His body was thin and skinny, just like a grandmaster.    

"miser, what's the use of carrying so many things? I'll see if you can't carry them on your back, so what if you give us some!" shouted the besieged man, and the miser kept his cold face, silent and determined, and asked him to hand it over. What a joke, if it was so easy to get it from his hands, would he still be called a miser?    

"Damn it!"    

Seeing that the miser only knew how to attack without making a sound, the five of them cursed in their hearts. The seven of them came here and found the miser with great difficulty, but they didn't expect the miser to have so many good things on his person.    

They could not figure out where the miser had found so many good things.    

"Swoosh."    

The wretched youth rushed forward and stopped to Mo Feng's side to catch his breath. Seeing that the miser was surrounded by five people, he jumped in panic and anxiously said:    

"Lord, please save him!" He was afraid that Mo Feng would not agree. After all, Mo Feng had only come for the spoon, and the miser would not die even if he had to trade for the spoon. They wouldn't even need to trade, they would just throw the spoon away.    

Mo Feng squinted his eyes at the five. The five of them were not weak, their cultivations were all at the 7th level of the Star Seal Realm, and there was even one at the 8th level, while the miser was only at the 7th level of the Star Seal Realm. Yet he could hold on for so long and even killed two people.    

"Alright." He nodded slightly, took out his spoon and rushed forward.    

Seeing Mo Feng's actions, the perverted young man heaved a sigh of relief, but did not dare rush up. After all, even if he had obtained the large blade that Mo Feng gave him, his strength was only at the sixth level of the Star Seal Realm.    

But the moment he saw Mo Feng taking out the spoon, he was instantly stunned in place.    

"Soup, spoon?" The corner of his eyes twitched as he spoke with a bizarre expression on his face. 'What's with this larger spoon?' Could it be that the spoon he found could exert a different power when paired with this big spoon?    

"Swoosh."    

"Ding ding ding ding!"