MTL - Supreme Little Fisherman-Chapter 1408 Rush to Sakurajima

  Chapter 1408 Rush to Sakurajima

"This is the soul sword of Qi practitioners in the Qin and Han Dynasties. I didn't expect that the soul sword actually existed. This thing must be bought. This is a well-deserved treasure. As long as I can take this treasure, I can also possess this soul sword with my soul." With Yujian helping you, the trip to Sakurajima will be more assured."

Hearing what the old Dragon King said, Zhou An immediately stepped forward to look at the stall. The seller of this stall is a desolate old man, and the stall is full of bits and pieces. All go around this seller.

Although Zhou An is not good at buying and selling, he also knows that he can't just buy the war sword for this matter, otherwise the old man seller will definitely raise the price on the ground, so his thoughts turned to Zhou An and said: "Five million, I will cover all these things, I don't want to have any I will buy any good things to play with, and I ask you if you sell them, if you don’t sell them, then forget it..."

   Before Zhou An could finish speaking, the old seller hurriedly interrupted: "Sell, sell!"

The old seller directly regards Zhou An as a winner. All the good things have been picked up and bought away. He plans to throw away the rest of the rubbish. It would be a fool not to sell this pile of things!

  The old seller hurriedly apologized with a smile: "Hello, these are all good things!"

Zhou An was too lazy to talk nonsense with the old man, so he transferred five million to the old man, and took all his bags and things away. When he got to a place where no one was around, he picked out the battle sword, and the dragon energy gathered on it to wipe out all the mud and stains Clean it up, pull out the sheath, and the sword of the Qi refiner in the Qin and Han Dynasties immediately glows and shows its sharpness.

Just as Zhou An wanted to leave, he suddenly came to help his followers surrounded by a proud young man who blocked Zhou An's way. The proud young man looked at Zhou An and said, "Boy, I've taken a fancy to this sword. You just bought it for five million, right? Buy it for 8 million, and you can make 3 million if you change hands. You can make a lot of money, why don't I have a lot of money to sell?"

  The followers of the proud young people looked at Zhou An and laughed, and the words were full of pride:

"Boy, have you heard what our young master Zheng Feng said? If you are sensible, sell this sword to our young master Zheng Feng. You can transfer three million to win a win-win situation. If you don't want to, then don't blame us for being tough." I can't miss you!"

"That's right, why don't you obediently offer that sword to our Young Master Zheng Feng, and you can transfer three million yuan by changing hands. Isn't that a big profit? Where is such a good thing in the world? Don't be ashamed Push your nose to your face, if you don't sell it at this price, then our fists are not something you can provoke, and our shots are not something you can bear at all!"

Hearing what Zheng Feng and his bodyguards said, Zhou An's mouth curled up into a playful smile and said, "What you mean is that if I don't sell it, I won't be able to spare me. The three million I still have to make money, otherwise you are still not satisfied."

  Zheng Feng looked at Zhou An with his nostrils upturned and said, "That's right, just sell me obediently, or I won't spare you, you bastard..."

  Before Zheng Feng finished speaking, Zhou An stepped forward in two steps, and Zheng Feng, who slapped Zheng Feng directly, flew out like a ball and hit the mountain wall heavily, curled up in a ball and couldn't get up!

  Zheng Feng and his group of bodyguards came back to their senses, hurriedly helped Zheng Feng up, and all of them looked at Zhou An's words full of ice coldness:

"You bastard, our young master Zheng Feng gave you a good opportunity to make money, you didn't grasp it, and you dared to do something to our young master Zheng Feng, you **** with no eyesight, you are going crazy, believe it or not, we will kill you This blind-eyed **** killed you, a blind-eyed bastard!"

Zheng Feng interrupted directly: "Whatever nonsense you talk to this **** with short eyes, remember it for me. Break this dog's arms and legs for me, and let him kneel on the ground and beg for mercy. Ask him to lick my shoes, this **** will not spare him today, bastard!"

  Following Zheng Feng's words, all the strong men of the followers rushed towards Zhou An with gloomy expressions, as if they could drip water.

"Boy, did you hear that we, Zheng Feng, don't talk much? Let's see how we deal with you. You don't have long eyes. Today we must beat you. I don't want to break your hind legs today and make you kneel down to Zheng Feng!" Young Master begs for mercy, we can't spare you, you short-sighted thing today!"

"That's right, little bastard, do you think you are so great? Don't say you have a broken sword in your hand. Even if you are armed to the teeth today, we can't spare you today. We can abolish you **** with our ability It’s not like playing, you are not a **** who can fight anyone who comes out casually, and you don’t even look at anything!”

  Zheng Feng looked at Zhou An with an extremely resentful look on his face, wishing he could skin Zhou An and have cramps. Where did he ever encounter such a thing? In East China, who would dare to treat him like this? This is simply going crazy! Zheng Feng said coldly: "Wait, kid, and see how my followers destroy you!"

Hearing this, Zhou An glanced at Zheng Feng, rubbed his chin slightly and smiled playfully, and said sarcastically: "You are so sure, the people under your hands can't beat me, even Such arrogance and arrogance, open your mouth and shut your mouth and say that the people under your command have ruined me, you think you can ask divination, and you can do whatever you say!"

Hearing Zhou An's words, Zheng Feng's followers looked at Zhou An with disdain on their faces, as if they had heard some big joke, and Zheng Feng also covered his belly and laughed, tears almost flowed out, his words were full of sarcasm and disdain He thought that Zhou An was pretending to be a boiled duck's mouth, and immediately laughed and said: "The little **** can really pretend! If you beat my gang of followers, I will take your surname..."

Before Zheng Feng finished speaking, the smile on his face froze instantly, as if he was petrified by Medusa. How is this possible, what is going on with this bastard, this can't be!"

Under the eyes of everyone in the audience, Zhou An's hands and legs were like steel whips going out to sea, but in the blink of an eye, all the strong men and followers were beaten into mud. Heap, this group of strong men and followers have never lost before, but who knows that they can't make a few moves under the hands of this wretch he despises!

  Zhou An beat Zheng Feng repeatedly, and Zheng Feng was like a pig's head. Zhou An looked at Zheng Feng playfully and said, "Do you still want to do something to me now? Do you want me to kneel down and kowtow to you?"

   Zheng Feng shook his head like a rattle: "I was wrong, big brother, please spare me!"

   Too lazy to talk nonsense with Zheng Feng, Zhou An left with his sword.

The next day, Zhou An told Zhao Fei that he was going to Sakurajima, and flew straight to Kyoto on Sakurajima. After leaving the airport, his figure flickered and went straight to Uedajo Genji in Kyoto. Onmyoji, went to the top castle tower and met the mastermind behind the scenes.

  (end of this chapter)