Super Dragon Slaughtering System Chapter 1128: You dare to set me off!

The first thousand one hundred and twenty-eight chapters, do you dare to set me down!

Di Yan's face changed a bit, and finally he chose to swallow his breath. Feng Si laughed when he saw it, and directly threw fifty desert coins to the middle-aged stallholder, "I want this dagger." /

The middle-aged stall owner received the Desert Coins with a smile, and just wanted to pass the dagger to Feng Si, but Ning Qi, who had not spoken, said with a smile: "Fifty-five Desert Coins."

Swish, countless eyes suddenly fell on Ning Qi, and his eyes were full of surprises.

"Friend Beixuan, forget it, don't fight with him."

Di Yan hurriedly sent a voice message to persuade him, and at the same time a touch of emotion flashed in his eyes. He knew that Ning Qi wanted to vent their anger, but Di Yan knew that Ning Qi didn’t have fifty-five Desert Coins in his possession. If he makes a random price, but in the end he can't come up with the Great Desert Coins, he will be punished severely!

What's more, Feng Si is a narrow-minded person. If he is jealous, Ning Qi has no foundation in the desert area. Feng Si will definitely use the forces of Cold Wind Valley to launch a fierce revenge against Ning Qi. Di Yan couldn't even intercede from it. After all, Feng Si's father was the valley master of Cold Wind Valley, who existed in the early stage of Immortal Realm.

"Daoist Di Yan, I have my own plans."

Ning Qi smiled and spoke to Emperor Yan.

Di Yan heard this with a worried expression on his face.

At this moment, when the middle-aged stall owner heard Ning Qi's offer, a suspicion flashed in his eyes, but his greed made him take back the dagger he was about to hand Feng Si.

A trace of anger flashed in Feng Si's eyes. He looked at Ning Qi coldly, then looked at Di Yan, and suddenly let out a chuckle: "Oh, you know Di Yan and the others, huh, come on for them? Don’t look at how many catties you are, if you give out fifty-five desert coins, I will give out sixty coins!"

"Sixty-five."

Ning Qi smiled lightly.

"Seventy!"

Feng Si sneered.

"Seventy-five pieces."

Ning Qi smiled lightly.

"Eighty!"

A trace of killing intent flashed in Feng Si's eyes, and reason told him that the price was too high. After all, the origin of this dagger was doubtful, but the smile on Ning Qi's face aroused his heart intentionally or unintentionally. Feng Si's anger, that trace of reason, was also left behind by Feng Si.

The two doglegs who followed him wanted to remind them, but when they saw Feng Si's expression, they closed their mouths with interest.

"Eighty?"

There was a hint of surprise on everyone's faces. Some monks looked at Feng Si with envy and jealousy. The son of a small valley owner can come up with so many desert coins at once. No wonder everyone else has disputed. My head, I want to be the owner of the valley.

"How can this be good..."

There was a cold sweat on Di Yan's forehead, looked at Ning Qi, then at Feng Si, feeling a little regretful in his heart. He had known to stay outside for one more day, and this time he would not meet Feng Si in Damofang City. Nor will this happen now.

Ye Zicheng, Ye Zilan, and Gu Zhen all have a hint of worry on their faces, but they are moved. Not only is he not worried, but there is a hint of relief on his face, smiling while watching Ning Qi and Feng Si confront each other.

The middle-aged stall owner saw that the dagger was sold at such a high price, and the smile on his face couldn't be restrained. In the end, when Feng Si called out the high price of one hundred and eighty desert coins, Ning Qi closed his mouth and watched nearby. The monk was silent for a while.

"Why? Stop shouting?"

Feng Si looked at Ning Qi mockingly.

One hundred and eighty desert coins are nothing to him. As the young master of Coldwind Valley, he can save fifty or sixty desert coins in one year from various channels, one hundred and eighty. Ten, it's just his three-year deposit!

"You have come out with one hundred and eighty desert coins, what else do I call? Let me give it to you."

Ning Qi smiled lightly.

"This son, here is the dagger. Where is your Great Desert Coin? Let's pay for it and deliver it."

The middle-aged stall owner smiled and said to Feng Si.

Feng Si was stunned, a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes, but because of the rules of the Da Mofang City, he, as the Young Valley Master of Cold Wind Valley, had no guts to violate. He paid the money and took the dagger. After Ning Qi glanced at it, if it weren't for this kid, he would have taken the dagger with fifty Great Desert Coins, and now it took a full 130 Great Desert Coins!

Suddenly, he found that the middle-aged stallholder had quickly cleaned up the stall. After leaving the place, Feng Si's expression changed slightly. Before he could settle accounts with Ning Qi, he tried to refine the dagger on the spot.

"Daoist Beixuan, you leave here first, Feng Si will definitely trouble you when he recovers!"

Di Yan hurriedly spoke to Ning Qi.

"No, watch a good show."

Ning Qi smiled lightly.

Di Yan was slightly startled, watching a good show? What a good show?

At this moment, everyone’s eyes fell on Feng Si one after another, and there was a hint of curiosity in their eyes. They wanted to know what flaws this dagger had in the end that would make the middle-aged monk only offer the price of 30 desert coins. If the defect is not very serious, even though Feng Si spent one hundred and eighty desert coins, it was still worth it.

Puff!

As soon as Feng Si was about to refining, he felt that a terrifying aura of law suddenly burst from the dagger, which directly inflicted a heavy blow on his soul, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Young Master! Are you okay?"

The two doglegs were startled, and nervously stepped forward to support Feng Si.

"Go away!"

Feng Si pushed away the two angrily, with a hint of anger in his eyes, and tried to refine the dagger again, but the ending was the same as the first time, his soul was hit hard again, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"This dagger was forbidden by someone?"

The monks onlookers nearby showed a hint of shock on their faces, and then many of their gazes at Feng Si became gloat.

They finally knew why the middle-aged monk offered such a low price for this dagger. If the above was just an ordinary prohibition, he could spend the Great Desert Coin to ask the immortal monk to break the prohibition.

But he would rather take it out and sell it instead of asking the immortal monk to take it. This shows that the forbidden method on the dagger, I am afraid that even the ordinary early immortal monk can't use it, if you ask for a stronger one. The immortal cultivator makes a move, and the required Great Desert Coins will even exceed the value of this dagger!

If Feng Si can't find anyone to break the above prohibition, then he will spend one hundred and eighty desert coins to buy a piece of useless garbage and go back.

"Did Fellow Beixuan see through everything a long time ago?"

Di Yan looked at Ning Qi in shock, but the others didn't think much about it. Forbidden laws and flaws are different. Only when they start refining will they show up. Even if the immortal cultivator is present, they will treat this dagger. Seemingly.

"Hahaha! Deserve it!"

Ling Dong laughed in her heart.

When Feng Si failed in his third attempt at refining, he immediately yelled at his men next to him: "Don't go get that guy back for me!"

After that, his eyes were like a wolf, staring at Ning Qi firmly: "Boy! Do you dare to get me off?"