Emperor of Pills and Martial Arts

Xiao Hong laughed in an extremely exaggerated manner, as if it had seen the funniest joke in the world.    

However, it was fortunate that it knew how to lower its voice and not be discovered by the Young Man s who were nearby.    

With a "dong" sound, Chu Mo unceremoniously knocked Xiao Hong on the head.    

However, he did not immediately take action to snatch the Dragoncry Sword. Instead, he suppressed his anxious heart and continued to look into the forest.    

Opposite the Young Man that was carrying the Dragoncry Sword, there was another party.    

The only difference was that there wasn't just one person on that side. There were four to five people on that side.    

Among the four to five people, the person in the lead was dressed in silk clothing. Their faces were haughty, and they did not conceal the aura of a second generation ancestor.    

These two parties were both young brats only of fourteen or fifteen years old, but their strengths were both within the realm of the Yi Gan, especially the Young Man with the sword on his back and Cheng Feng, who were strong in the Yi Gan.    

To the current Chu Mo, the realm of the Yi Gan or the Mid Realm of the Yi Gan were simply not worth mentioning.    

However, considering the age of these Young Man people, that was another concept altogether.    

Back then, when he was fourteen or fifteen years old Chu Mo, he was only at Condensing Yuan Level; even if it was a genius like Tang Xiaodao or her generation, they would at most only touch upon the threshold of the Yi Gan realm.    

And at this time, the few Young Man that he had casually seen in the Southern Continent all broke through the Yi Gan realm.    

Therefore, it had to be said that the abundant Spiritual Energy of the Southern Continent had allowed the trainer s here to progress even faster, which made them amazed.    

"Gu Wenbin, when did this young master go back on his word?"    

At this time, Cheng Feng slowly spoke out with a proud expression.    

Gu Wenbin, who was the Young Man who snatched away Chu Mo's Dragoncry Sword, coldly snorted and said: "Young Master Cheng, I've already sold the thing that you wanted to sell to you. Why are you still stopping me? Isn't this breaking a promise? "    

Cheng Feng shook his head, and said: "Although I ordered some spirit medicine from you, and you did indeed deliver it on time, but this time, I also want to buy some other things from you."    

Gu Wenbin was slightly taken aback, and asked: "What else do you want? I am just a herb gatherer and I have sold all the spiritual medicines I have gathered to Young Master Cheng. I do not have any other stock on me. "    

Cheng Feng said: "This time, what I want is not spiritual medicine."    

Gu Wenbin did not understand, and said: "If it is not spiritual medicine, then I will not have any more."    

"You do!"    

Cheng Feng said with a smile that was not a smile. He pointed to the bag on Gu Wenbin's back and said: "I want the thing in your bag!"    

Hearing that, Gu Wenbin could not help but frown and ask: "Do you know what is inside my bag?"    

Cheng Feng shook his head and said, "I don't know!"    

Gu Wenbin asked: "You don't even know this, do you still want to buy this thing?"    

Cheng Feng nodded and said, "Yes!"    

Gu Wenbin was even more confused, and asked: "Why?"    

Cheng Feng smiled mysteriously and said: "As for the reason, you won't know. However, do not worry about the price, just name a price! "    

"This Kid has good taste!"    

Hearing Cheng Feng's words, Chu Mo could not help but praise him inwardly. He did not expect Cheng Feng to actually feel the Dragoncry Sword's unusual Qi.    

At the same time, a hint of surprise also uncontrollably surfaced in Gu Wenbin's eyes, at the same time he was somewhat moved.    

He, Gu Wenbin, was not a descendant of any of the big families, but a poor Kid.    

But now, Cheng Feng had suddenly put forward such an attractive condition, to actually make Gu Wenbin offer such a sky-high price for himself, this, to Gu Wenbin, was undoubtedly very attractive, maybe, this time, the price he offered would completely change his and his family's fate, at least his life would be much better in the future, the little sister who was lying in bed would have the money to look for a doctor, and would no longer have to cough out blood and wish she were dead everyday.    

However, Gu Wenbin was not an idiot. On the contrary, his mind was extremely active, and he instantly thought of one thing: Since Cheng Feng was willing to offer a sky-high price, it meant that the large sword on Gu Wenbin's back was definitely worth such a price. The sword should be a peerless treasure.    

Thinking up to here, Gu Wenbin took a deep breath, slowly suppressed the feeling in his heart, calmly shook his head, and said: "Sorry, Cheng Feng, I don't want to sell this thing."