At this time, there were no ordinary rich people in the God of Wealth Pavilion. Many martial arts families and cultivation sects sent people to gather here to acquire the Tianling Beast Corpse sold by Han Feng, drove away the insignificant little people and blocked all entrances and exits. When the people from the Xue family heard that Xue Zheng had bought it, they hurriedly asked the masters to come to protect the Dharma.

The Tianling Beast Corpse is a monster in the Tianling Realm and the most powerful creature that can be hunted on the Poison Scorpion Plain. The flesh and blood and spiritual energy contained in it are not only extremely nourishing, but also prolong life. Its bones and skin can also be used to make top magic weapons and weapons and armor, which are extremely rare.

Even if this rich Liuyun Town is located in the trading center of the Scorpion Plain and the Iron Bull Empire, it is rare to encounter the opportunity to sell such high-level beast corpses. After all, there are rare experts, and it is even rare for strong men to hunt the Heavenly Spirit Monsters.

Han Feng looked at the crowds surrounding him and couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. He originally wanted to see the people from the Mo family, but he didn't expect that the speed of the crowd could almost be described as horror. He could not directly get stuck in the ground, so he could tell who belonged to whom.

"This young master, the Pavilion Master wants to meet you in detail. I wonder if you are willing?"                                                                                                                    �

Han Feng paused and asked, "But the master of the God of Wealth Pavilion?"

"Yes, it's our Pavilion Master." The Black Helmet Guard's expression was a little anxious and worried, as if someone had told him to bring the person there.

"Okay, no problem, lead the way." Han Feng knew that what he did today had caused a lot of trouble to the business of the God of Wealth. After he had such a scheming, everyone came to buy his beast corpse. Not to mention how much profit the God of Wealth would lose, so he knew very well that the Pavilion Master would definitely ask for an explanation when he was looking for him.

In fact, there is another reason why Han Feng agreed in his heart, that is, he can avoid this group of people who buy beast corpses.

So Han Feng followed the Black Helmet attendant through the crowded crowd. The group only knew that there was a young boy selling beast corpses but did not know his appearance. He just looked around nervously looking for the person selling beast corpses. Xue Zheng and the old man from the Nangong family had already left the God of Wealth Pavilion under the cover of people from the same clan.

The two of them followed the secret door in the corner of the wall to a pitch-black staircase. The candlelight on the side wall swayed coldly, like a dark dungeon, which made Han Feng feel a little creepy and said suspiciously: Could it be that the Lord of the God of Wealth Pavilion is a weird person and cannot see the light?

When we reached the end of the stairs, there was a huge blue iron door. The black-helmet guard knocked on the door three times and pushed it open. Then he raised his spear in his hand and stood up straight at the door, glanced at Han Feng and signaled that the latter would go in quickly.

After Han Feng swallowed carefully, he quickly sorted out his clothes and stepped into the door. Before he could come to his senses, the iron door behind him closed with a slam.

"Um?"

The room was not very big. There was a painting of ink splashing landscape on the wall. There was only a desk and inkstone directly in front of him. There was a pot of steaming tea on the table. However, no one sat on the chair carved with flying swallows behind the desk. The whole room was empty and silent, extremely creepy.

"Maybe this Pavilion Master is angry and plans to cheat me? Want to trap me here?"

After Han Feng was stunned for a moment, his expression immediately became serious. The spiritual power in his body quietly began to flow into alertness. In the future, he must act carefully in this unfamiliar place. If he is not alert, he may not even know how he died.

"Little brother, I guess he was the first time he arrived in Liuyun Town?" Suddenly, a sound suddenly came from Han Feng's head. Unlike the elderly Pavilion Master he imagined, this voice was very young, and it seemed like a young man.

Han Feng's whole body suddenly stood up, and he took two steps back with a sensation. Hearing the voice, he said in surprise: "Is there someone above me? Why didn't he notice it at all when he came in, and there was no breath."

He immediately looked up at the roof. There was actually a person hanging on the roof in an extremely strange posture. The man's hands were hugging his chest, his feet were bent tightly with something like a handle, hanging upside down on a tree like a bat.

Shocked, Han Feng still bowed halfway, said politely, and said, "Do you dare to ask if you are the master of the God of Wealth Pavilion?"

The man smiled hoarsely and jumped off the roof with a bang. When he landed on the ground, he did not make any sound, as smart and elegant as a light piece of paper. Han Feng could only see his face clearly.

He looked only thirty years old. He was wearing a beautiful blue shingle brocade robe, with a dark blue lychee-patterned gold band tied around his waist, his hair was like clouds, and he had a pair of stern phoenix eyes. He was slender and could be said to be a beautiful tree.

"It's just below." The man laughed, then shook his forehead and asked, "You are the young master who is so arrogant in my God of Wealth Pavilion and sells the corpse of the Heavenly Spirit Beast to Xue Zheng?"

Han Feng had a little cold sweat behind him, and he felt a little regretful in his heart why he had encouraged such a loud noise. He would have sold it secretly if he had known it.

"It's indeed what I did..." Han Feng replied honestly. He knew that he would definitely not be able to escape, so he could only explain it truthfully.

"You are the second person who dares to sell things here since the opening of the God of Wealth Pavilion, and the one who sells it is actually a corpse of the Heavenly Spirit Beast." The Lord of the God of Wealth Pavilion still smiled, as if he didn't blame Han Feng at all, and was still praising him, but the latter always felt that this person was smiling and full of danger.

"What will happen to the last person in the end?" Han Feng did not follow suit, nor did he beat around the bush, and asked directly.

"Oh, that person is a Taoist priest from Feixing Pavilion. Later, after I spent my cultivation, I went back to my hometown to rest. Although I broke the rules, I still kindly did not kill him. Yes, I can't do anything about such a kind heart. I was born with nature." The Lord of the God of Wealth Pavilion said nervously, as if he had not noticed that he was talking about something cruel, and he actually started to talk to himself.

Han Feng couldn't help but become nervous. He couldn't see through this person's cultivation, but he must be above him. At least he had the middle level of the Heavenly Spirit Realm. If he was injured and disabled by taking action, he might have to live in guilt and inferiority throughout his life.

The Lord of the God of Wealth Pavilion saw the fragmented blue light gradually rising from Han Feng's body, and squinted his left eye and asked, "Boy, are you planning to attack me here and escape?"

"I won't take the initiative, but if you want to destroy my cultivation, you might as well kill me directly." Han Feng shook his head and said. He was already a person who should have died twice. He was not afraid of tragic death in battle, but he was afraid of living a life of silence.

"Forget it, don't be too nervous. Even if you sell things here in the future, I won't attack you, as long as you can fulfill one of my requirements." The Lord of the God of Wealth waved his hand and was indifferent to the completely alert Han Feng.

Han Feng couldn't believe it. In order to ensure a sneak attack, he asked tentatively: "Then why didn't you let that Taoist priest fulfill your request?"

"Because I know he can't do it, and few people in this world can do it." The corners of the Lord of the God of Wealth suddenly dropped and he said with a loss.

Han Feng at least confirmed that the Lord of the God of Wealth did not mean to be in trouble for the time being. He felt relieved and asked, "Then why do you believe that I can do it?"

"The reason is very simple. Only those who have natural soul essence can do it. You only have the aura of soul power in your early stages of the Tianling Realm, and I can feel it."

The Lord of the God of Wealth smiled and turned around to look at Han Feng, holding a human skull in his hand.
Chapter completed!