Fellow Taoist: Do you have any spiritual stones on you?

Come on, this scene is so fast. From Sima Juncong rushing towards Gu Feng, to being knocked away, to being picked up in his hand, the whole process happened in a blink of an eye.

So much so that Yan Xixi and others were still worried about Gu Feng, so much so that those Xiantian monks were still immersed in the strength of their own young master.

So much so that Chu Youhuan was still thinking about what means Gu Feng would use to deal with Sima Juncong's offensive.

It's over, it's over.

Sima Juncong struck with all his strength, but was defeated with almost no resistance!

This made everyone suspect that the two were acting.

Of course, this is impossible. With Sima Juncong's identity, who can let him act in a supporting role?

The only explanation for this situation is that Gu Feng is incredibly powerful.

The scene was silent and dumbfounded, looking at Gu Feng standing on the top of the chariot.

"Fist...Fist intention, complete Fist intention!"

"Gu Feng held back his hand at that moment. The young master is fine. He was just knocked into a coma by one blow!"

"He is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. He has understood the meaning of the fist, and with his special physique, outsiders cannot see his true state... But it is certain that he is definitely not an acquired skill!"

"Gu Feng is a bit unfathomable. The blow just now may not have been his full strength. The young master was not unjustly defeated!"

"What should we do now? Wait until the young master wakes up?"

"Wait! Everyone knows the young master's temper. Without his instructions, no one would dare to take action!"

"..."

Everyone's hearts were filled with turmoil. They never expected that Gu Feng, who had always been tepid and had never shown any strength during the arrest of smugglers, would actually be so powerful.

The blow just now was enough to make several acquired cultivators at the scene feel in danger, and it made the guards beside Sima Juncong who had just entered the Xiantian realm feel terrified.

Chu Youhuan shook his head speechlessly. This was in trouble. If Sima Juncong retaliated in anger, they would probably have to leave sadly.

Time passed, and two hours later, Sima Juncong woke up leisurely.

"Am I dead?" He opened his sleepy eyes, and his first sentence made people laugh and cry.

The scene just now made him feel as if he was in the shadow of death. His body was like a small boat, swaying in the magnificent sea, and his heart was filled with the feeling of insignificance.

Gu Feng's punch was too fierce and could not be stopped.

"Not yet!" Gu Feng, who was on the side, said calmly while drinking the spirit wine.

"Did you just hit with fist intention?" Sima Juncong was not as angry as expected, but asked blankly.

In fact, he had already thought of the fist intention, but he still couldn't help but ask.

"What do you think?"

"Didn't it mean that it is impossible for people in the Houtian realm to comprehend the complete artistic conception of martial arts?"

"This is the rhetoric of an incompetent person, and you believe it!" Gu Feng glanced at him and said with a smile.

"That's right, I lost!" Sima Juncong lowered his head and whispered.

"It is clear!"

"This chariot belongs to you. You must take good care of it. It is my treasure!" Sima Juncong was a little disappointed.

"It's okay. I can't afford this kind of luxury. I'll find a way to redeem it later!" Gu Feng curled his lips and said.

In the past two hours, he had already taken a preliminary look at the interior of the chariot. According to Zhu Qingyan's evaluation, this 'Hundred Birds Glazed Chariot' had no other advantages besides being flashy.

Moreover, it consumes a lot of energy to drive, and it is just enough to show off. When it comes to critical moments, it is useless at all. It is not as good as a low-grade mysterious weapon. Due to the special identity of its owner, it cannot be dismantled or sold. It is also a burden to hold in the hand.

"Yes...really? Can I redeem it?" Hearing this, Sima Juncong's eyes lit up, and then quickly dimmed, "I have no money!"

"Don't make trouble, your mother's family owns a mine, how can she have no money!" Gu Feng looked disbelieving.

"You also said that the spirit mine belongs to my mother's house, not hers.

My father is an old man and refuses outsiders to interfere in military affairs, including the support of my mother's family.

The money I have with me was secretly given to me by my grandmother when she saw how pitiful I was.

I haven't seen my grandmother in recent years, and the spirit stones on her body are almost used up..." Sima Juncong said weakly.

"You really have no money? It's impossible. The pomp and circumstance you created along the way, that formation, that scene, anyone who sees it must respectfully shout 'Shenhao'!" Gu Feng patted Sima Juncong on the shoulder, Said with a smile.

Hearing this, Sima Juncong's somewhat handsome face showed a trace of embarrassment visible to the naked eye.

"To tell you the truth, such a huge battle has completely emptied my little treasury.

The 'Hundred Birds Glazed Chariot' maintained fifty or sixty phantoms for a long time. It was simply impossible for these Xiantian realm monks alone to achieve this. During the [-]-kilometer journey, more than two million middle-grade spiritual stones were burned.

After entering the swamp, the [-] high-grade spiritual stones used to activate the phantoms of the birds were stolen from my father!

Those flower petals, that flying carpet, that spiritual umbrella... they all cost money! "

Gu Feng rolled his eyes when he heard this. He thought he was a man who had seen the world, but when he heard that Sima Juncong had spent a total of [-] million low-grade spiritual stones for just one appearance, he was shocked beyond measure.

The rest of the people went crazy and roared in their hearts, who is this Taima? He spent hundreds of millions of low-grade spiritual stones without even blinking.

In comparison, the nine top-quality spiritual weapons he had lost to Gu Feng before seemed insignificant.

"So, how much money do you have now?" Gu Feng asked with a frown.

"One to two hundred thousand! Middle-grade spiritual stone!"

"Compared to a chariot, this is nothing!" Gu Feng sighed.

"I can't help it. I only have so much money. How about I write you an IOU and return the chariot to me first? Otherwise, it will be difficult for me to explain it when my father asks me!" Sima Juncong said with a bitter face.

"Of course I have to write an IOU, but you have no earning power. When will I get my money?" Gu Feng frowned, looking unhappy.

"Don't toast or eat as a penalty. My young master is willing to write you an IOU, so you can just have fun!" A Xiantian Realm guard couldn't stand it anymore and yelled loudly.

"What are you doing, are you going to renege on your debt?" Gu Feng said, then stared at Sima Juncong.

"I'm not that kind of person. If you lose, you lose. I really don't have any money right now. What do you think I should do?" Sima Juncong's face looked ugly. He fell into a dilemma he had never encountered before.

"Gu Feng, forget it, let him write an IOU and return the chariot to him." Chu Youhuan came over and dissuaded him softly.

Sima Juncong has an extraordinary status, and there is no benefit in falling out with him.

"Well, how about you work here to pay off your debts and help me catch the smugglers together." Gu Feng said leisurely.

As soon as these words came out, everyone spurted out blood.

Gu Feng was so capable that he let the son of the Northern Marshal's family stay in the swamp to work and pay off his debts!

Please! This is life-threatening. If anyone knows about it, the generals under the generalissimo will probably bring their troops over that night to wipe out the place.

Sure enough, when Gu Feng said this, Sima Juncong's face became even more ugly.

However, the person involved, Gu Feng, was completely unaware and kept holding his arms around the other party's neck while talking enthusiastically.

"You don't have anything serious to do anyway, why not stay here and create a great cause together!"

"The more than two hundred Xiantian realm monks under your command are exactly the scarce talents here. With them and our unique arresting methods, we can definitely crack down on smuggling activities."

"..."

Gu Feng said passionately, making everyone's eyes roll. Not only did this boy want to keep Sima Juncong as a part-time worker, but he also wanted his more than two hundred Xiantian Realm guards to become part-time workers.

"Why are you hesitating? As long as you stay here and command your strong generals, you can easily pay off your debts and leave in style with your 'Hundred Birds Glazed Chariot'."

"If this matter spreads, it will definitely become a good talk. The son of the great marshal of the Northern Territory is willing to admit defeat. He does not use his power to pressure others. He is willing to stay and work to pay off his debts. Through hard work, he will pay off his debts... You will become the pride of your father, mother. You are so proud that your grandmother will also be ecstatic and say with tears in her eyes: My nephew has never been weaker than others in his life, he is a strong and strong man..."

Gu Feng spat and splashed, making Sima Juncong stunned for a while.

In some aspects, it really touched on Sima Juncong's inner weakness. Living in a wealthy family, the pressure on his shoulders was unimaginable to ordinary people.

They want to do something great, but the results are unsatisfactory, and over time, they no longer want to struggle.

Anyway, for the world, with such a noble status, if you do what you should do, but if you don't do it well, you will be incompetent, and the praise you receive often does not match your efforts.

There is a fire in their hearts, and once it is ignited, it will be out of control!

"According to your estimate, how long will it take to pay off the debt?" Sima Juncong was a little moved and asked tentatively.

"How much is your chariot's estimated value?"

"Everything, piecemeal, the total cost must be no less than 1000 million mid-grade spiritual stones!" Sima Juncong said after thinking for a moment.

puff--

Gu Feng spit out a mouthful of spiritual wine. This thing costs 1000 million mid-grade spiritual stones? Converted into low-grade spiritual stones, it is one billion. My dear, this is definitely the most luxurious thing he has ever seen so far.

“Even if it’s a mid-grade profound weapon, it’s not that expensive!”

"It wasn't that expensive originally. It was only worth 100 million mid-grade spiritual stones at first. Later, I removed the core attack and defense formations and replaced them with the gorgeous Birds Shadow formation. The formations changed. On the surface, The runes also have to be destroyed and re-engraved...

After the transformation was completed, it was discovered that the internal space was too small. Even if it was filled with Xiantian monks, it would not be enough to move the birds.

So an energy core was added to burn the spirit stones. As a result, the space was not enough, so it was demolished to expand the space, and this is what it looks like today!

It still has flaws, but it’s a pity that there is no money! "

Sima Juncong kept talking and Gu Feng clenched his fists. It was outrageous that this prodigal, a good chariot, had spent so much money to transform it into a tourist bus.

"Ahem, since this chariot cost you 1000 million mid-grade spiritual stones, I'll give you 1500 million mid-grade spiritual stones!"

"Why?" Sima Juncong quit immediately. The cost was only 1000 million mid-grade spiritual stones. Gu Feng directly added 500 million to this. This was a clear trick to him!

"Because you are the son of the Grand Marshal of the North, is the chariot you have ridden in just a chariot? Is the energy you spent on it worthless?

This 'Hundred Birds Glazed Chariot' has collectible attributes. It is an antique, so of course it will command a premium. "Gu Fengtian said shamelessly.

"You are too stupid!"

"Why are you cheating? If you don't believe me, just ask your subordinates if they would be willing to buy your chariot if they had 1500 million mid-grade spiritual stones!" Gu Feng said with a smile.

"Are you willing to buy it?"

This question is too difficult to answer. If you say yes, you will directly throw the young master into the pit; if you say no, the young master must feel that they look down on him and his chariot, and he will be fooled.

In comparison, it is more prudent to deceive the young master.

"Subordinate willing!"

"The master's chariot and chariot are unparalleled in the world, and my subordinates are willing to spend 1500 million medium-grade spiritual stones to buy it!"

"The chariot that the young master has devoted all his efforts to build costs 1500 million medium-grade spiritual stones. The price is so good that you can't even find it with a lantern."

"..."

Looking at his smiling men, Sima Juncong's face turned dark, "Okay, let's do this!"

"Why are you still standing there? Go catch the smuggler right away and redeem my chariot!"

Just hurt each other, you don't need to end up anyway, you bunch of brainless bastards will tire you to death!