Doomsday is King Reborn

It wasn't until Wu Feng and Jin San, the strange bird, walked away that the three spirit clan old men returned to the treasure appraisal room.

They stored the treasures that had been classified long ago into empty storage spaces according to categories, and then began to record everything that happened today on the optical brain.

The promotion of this business was reported directly to the headquarters of the Lingling Workshop.

Businesses worth over [-] million must be reported.

Not to mention a billion-dollar business?

"Lord!"

"Let's go like this?"

"You got a huge sum of more than one billion yuan, so you don't want to spend it?"

"Look, those spirit servants are so interesting!"

"The price is not expensive, the most expensive one is only a few million star coins!"

"My lord, don't you think about it?"

Jin San, the strange bird, flattered Wu Feng very much.

On weekdays, although it would flatter and flatter Wu Feng.

But today it's clearly gone up a notch.

He was just short of hugging Wu Feng's thigh all the way and shouting long live the local tyrant three times.

"Considering what?"

"These servants are only in the early stage of Void Realm. Buying them is just buying a few people for nothing!"

Wu Feng shook his head again and again.

He naturally saw the scene that the strange bird Jin Sandu noticed.

In the hall of this spirit selling workshop, next to each transparent counter, there is a life form of the spirit race who is chained to the counter with dull eyes.

These spiritual life forms are male and female.

Cultivation varies.

However, from their dull eyes, it can be seen that they have no spirituality after being reduced to slaves.

Cultivation is basically fixed, no matter how difficult it is to grow.

"Um..."

"My lord, you are really rigid!"

"Slaves, servants, as the name suggests, are used to drive, don't expect them to fight, it's good to let them serve tea and water!"

"In our Qingluan clan, many geniuses with amazing potential will be bestowed on slaves!"

"oops!"

"Back then, my uncle also had servants who would take care of his feathers, squeeze his shoulders and beat his legs every day!"

Seeing Wu Feng's resolute refusal, Jin San, the strange bird, was immediately disheartened.

Recalling the glorious past in the Qingluan clan, he immediately muttered to himself.

However, Wu Feng ignored him at all.

Squeeze your shoulders and beat your legs?

Wu Feng didn't need this kind of enjoyment at all, in fact, for any Void Realm Venerable, he didn't need this kind of low-end enjoyment.

They only need to slightly mobilize the energy factors in the body to activate the cells and keep the body in the best condition.

Therefore, for Wu Feng, no matter how many star coins he got, he should spend what he should spend and what he should not spend, so he should naturally save it.

"Wow!"

"Crash!"

Suddenly, just as Wu Feng and Jin San, the strange bird, were about to leave the Selling Spirit Workshop, a piercing voice suddenly came from outside the gate of the Selling Spirit Workshop.

Immediately, as soon as Wu Feng and the strange bird Jin San raised their heads instinctively, they saw a scene that shocked their hearts and made them feel unbelievable.

"Crash!"

A thin figure walked in, bound by fist-thick iron chains.

And behind this thin figure, there were actually two True Monarchs of Compatible Dao Realm escorting him.

"Hold the way, Zhenjun?"

Wu Feng immediately felt the terrifying strength of the two spirit clans behind the thin figure, and immediately restrained his whole body.

no way.

This Spirit Selling Workshop is the territory of the Spirit Race.

Even if Wu Feng is not afraid of the other party, he is unwilling to be noticed by the other party and cause unnecessary conflicts.

"Where is the dragon fruit?"

The Hedao True Monarchs of the two spiritual races just glanced at Wu Feng and the strange bird Jin San, and then frowned at the inside of the Spirit Selling Workshop, and shouted loudly.

Chapter 827 Infinite Demon Spirit Body

The strength of these two Hedao True Monarchs of the spirit race is obviously far superior to the person in charge of this spirit selling workshop, and even the fire spirit man.

Therefore, they treated the Huo Ling man by his first name.

"pitaya?"

Wu Feng didn't know the name of the Huo Ling man before, but when he heard the name now, he almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

This name is so individual, it is almost the same name as a fruit on earth before the end of the world.

However, compared to Wu Feng's focus on the name of the fire spirit man, Jin San, the strange bird beside him, had his eyes firmly locked on the thin and small spirit figure.

While keeping its eyes on it, it gently touched Wu Feng with its wings.

"Ok?"