Chapter 8 Zhao Xiaofeng Is Not Short of Money

Mu Yan said coldly: "If you want to kill someone, you must be prepared to be killed."

Xiao Yue was also frightened and angry. She didn't expect that Liu Dong and Chang Qing had a disagreement and went on a rampage to kill. What was the difference between Liu Dong and those cruel gangsters.

"Brother Yan, fortunately nothing happened to you, otherwise I would never forgive myself." Xiao Yue was very scared, but these two people came with him.

Mu Yan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Yueyue, unlike in the Blue Star Alliance, there are no restrictions in the world of martial arts. Everything speaks for itself based on strength."

Xiao Yue nodded and said: "Whatever you do with these iron-horned bulls, you won't be able to finish them in a while."

"Bring it back to Zixiao Palace."

Under Xiao Yue's surprised gaze, Mu Yan raised her right hand.

A ray of light fell to the ground and turned into a huge creature in the flash.

Moo!

A six-meter-long and three-meter-high iron-horned bull suddenly appeared.

Especially the bulging muscles on the body are full of explosive power!

The moment the iron-horned bull appeared, Xiao Yue's legs were so frightened that they became weak.

"Brother Yan, run quickly, Boss Niu is here for revenge."

Mu Yan smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, this is my fighting spirit mount."

What?

Xiao Yue had enough surprises today, and she felt that her brain was a little weak.

This is a warrior-level fighting spirit, and a rare mount!

Xiao Yue could no longer see through Mu Yan.

However, Mu Yan still regarded himself as a good brother.

"No matter what happens, you are my Brother Yan." Xiao Yue said in her heart.

…

On the way back to Zixiao Palace, people saw a shocking scene.

An iron-horned bull, comparable to a large truck, carried the carcasses of three military-level iron-horned bulls on its back.

Behind the cow head, two young men sat next to each other, it was Xiao Yue and Mu Yan.

The back of the cow is very broad and can carry a lot of things without feeling crowded.

Xiao Yue was a little embarrassed. He was in front and Mu Yan was holding him from behind, just like a man and a woman traveling together on horseback in a costume movie.

"Hey, two friends, are you selling your cattle?" A young man emerged from the crowd and asked suddenly.

Mu Yan looked him up and down.

This young man was dressed in a luxurious brocade robe, which was in stark contrast to the pedestrians in coarse linen clothes around him.

After being transported to the martial arts world, the clothes he changed were very ordinary. I don’t know how this young man got this outfit.

In short, the first impression this young man gives is that he is not short of money!

"Please make an offer," Mu Yan said.

The young man said without thinking: "One hundred thousand for one head, three hundred thousand for three heads."

Mu Yan was stunned. He was indeed a rich man. As far as he knew, soldier-level monsters could be sold for fifty to sixty thousand, and the smaller they were, the more valuable they were because they ate quickly.

Many wealthy people are unwilling to take risks in hunting, so they spend some money to buy the flesh and blood of monsters and pile up Dou Yuan.

However, for senior knights and above, this situation is rare, because upgrading requires too many fighting elements, and warrior-level monsters are rarely sold, and they usually keep them for themselves.

"Okay." Mu Yan nodded calmly, actually feeling happy.

The young man untied a purse from his waist.

Mu Yan's eyes were getting weirder and weirder, and even his wallet was doing as the Romans did. The power of the world of martial arts was really magical.

The young man swished out three alliance coins worth 100,000 yuan.

Mu Yan let out a long sigh. If even the alliance coins were turned into banknotes, then he would never trade them.

The young man hired someone to transport the iron-horned bull back to Zixiao Palace, and said with a smile: "My name is Zhao Xiaofeng, a freshman at Xiangnan High School. If you have any monster flesh and blood to sell in the future, just come to me."

Mu Yan nodded: "My name is Mu Yan, he is my brother Xiao Yue, and he is also a freshman at Xiangnan High School."

Hearing this name, Zhao Xiaofeng was startled: "Are you that useless duo?"

Mu Yan and Xiao Yue's expressions suddenly became very embarrassed. Are we so famous?

Zhao Xiaofeng laughed and said: "It seems that the rumors from the outside world are too serious. The warrior-level Iron Horned Barbarian Bull Fighting Soul is not easy to obtain."

Mu Yu said calmly: "It's just good luck."

At this time, Zhao Xiaofeng asked: "Do you want to sell the warrior-level Iron Horn Barbarian Bull Fighting Soul? I will pay one million."

one million?

Before Mu Yan could speak, Xiao Yue almost fainted. Is a warrior-level fighting spirit so valuable?

One million in the Blue Star Alliance can buy a big house.

"Not for sale." Mu Yan replied firmly.

Mounted fighting spirits are rare, and going out hunting can save a lot of energy.

Mu Yan's heart was not shaken by a million dollars, and his vision was very long-term.

"Okay, if you have any monster flesh or fighting souls for sale in the future, you must give priority to me." After Zhao Xiaofeng finished speaking, he left.

Mu Yan and the others walked to the gate of Zixiao Palace and took back the Iron Horned Bull. After all, its size was too shocking.

Today's harvest is very rich, Mu Yan can't wait to send it back quickly and tell her sister the good news.

At this time, a horse neighed.

They looked.

But he saw a heavily armored horse like a demon rushing into the Zixiao Palace, its pupils burning with blue flames, and its four iron hooves seemed to be stepping on blue flames. It had a strong body and unparalleled speed.

Warlord-level Nether War Horse!

On top of the Nether War Horse, sat a young man in black attire, with sharp eyes, like a goshawk, that captured people's attention.

The young man stopped in front of Mu Yan and said, "Did you just sell three military-grade iron-horned bulls?"

Mu Yan nodded.

The young man said: "If you sell monster flesh and blood or fighting souls within the Zixiao Palace, you have to hand over 30% of the proceeds."

Is there such a thing?

Mu Yan and Xiao Yue looked at each other.

But 30% is too dark.

"Who are you?" Mu Yan asked.

"I am one of the four guardians under Bei Juehan, Yan Qingqing." The young man said proudly.

Northern Juehan?

Xiao Yue slapped her thigh: "It seems to be the prince of Jiangbei Group."

Jiangbei Group has strong financial resources and dominates the Binjiang City where Mu Yan is located. Lin Changgeng's Shuangxing Group pales in comparison to him.

"Jiangbei Group's hand may have stretched too far. This is a world of martial arts, and the rules of the alliance do not apply here." Mu Yan said suddenly.

Yan Wuqing frowned.

As a subordinate of the Prince of Jiangbei, he was very awe-inspiring no matter where he was in the alliance or in the world of martial arts. Unexpectedly, today, he was ignored by a young boy.

Yan Qingqing flipped his right hand, and a sharp long whip appeared, and he swung it out violently.

The long whip pounced like a poisonous snake and struck Mu Yan hard on the back.

"So fast!" Mu Yan didn't even dodge. He only felt a burning pain on his back, and his skin must have been torn.

He stared at Yan Wuqing coldly.

Senior knight?

The speed and strength are indeed not something he can match.

Yan Wuqing was condescending and sneered: "You ignorant boy must pay a price for provoking the majesty of Jiangbei Group."

Whip shadows struck one after another.

Every blow causes the air to explode!