The close-knit mad soldier of the beautiful president

This is a jade ring with some scratches and a layer of dust on it. It looks very simple, like an ancient thing hundreds of years old.

Although such things are precious, there are many similar items in the entire square.

After all, all the people present are warriors, possessing force far exceeding that of ordinary people, so there are naturally many good things that can be obtained.

Seeing Ye Feng standing still in front of him, the slovenly-looking middle-aged man in front of the booth hurriedly introduced: "Old man, what are you looking for? Let me tell you, all the things I have here are all from the world. Good things from all over the world, the price is fair, and the old and the young are not deceived."

Because Ye Feng is now dressed as a middle-aged man, this man used the more affectionate "old brother" to call him, hoping to use this to get closer and make a deal.

Ye Feng was not in a hurry to say what he wanted, but pretended to look at the stall for a while, and asked casually, "What's the name of the boss?"

In this man's booth, besides the jade wrench that Ye Feng was looking for, there were also some other weird gadgets, a dozen of them, big and small, quite a lot.

"Hu San, people on the Tao call me Hu Lao San." The man replied with a smile.

"Third Hu!"

Ye Feng nodded, and after picking up several things to look at, he quietly picked up the jade wrench.

After holding the jade wrench in his hand, Ye Feng's heart trembled slightly.

When he was watching from a distance before, he noticed that there was an unusual aura in the ring, which was the aura he had only felt in the demigod state.

Now that he held the wrench in his hand, he affirmed this thought even more in his heart.

This is a finger wrench that was once used by a demigod powerhouse.

After pondering for a while, Ye Feng asked softly: "Where does this ring come from?"

Seeing that Ye Feng was interested in the ring, Hu Laosan hurriedly explained: "It was stolen from the tomb. I don't know who owns the tomb. It's been a while, depending on the age."

Ye Feng nodded slightly, and didn't mind the origin of the ring.

Among casual cultivators, fish and dragons are mixed, and there are all kinds of people. Ordinary people who go to rob graves in order to make a fortune can be found everywhere, let alone warriors whose physical fitness is different from ordinary people.

Compared with those ordinary people, warriors obviously have an advantage in this regard.

After rubbing the ring for a while, Ye Feng said: "I want this ring, let's make a price!"

Hearing this, Hu Laosan rolled his eyes and said, "Although I don't know the exact value of this ring, I risked my life to get it, and the owner of the tomb even put this ring in his coffin." You can imagine how precious this ring is..."

Seeing that Hu Laosan was about to speak, Ye Feng hurriedly stopped him and asked, "Just tell me how much this ring costs before you are willing to sell it."

What Hu Laosan said was nothing more than to increase the value of the ring. Ye Feng understood the thoughts of this kind of person very well. As long as Hu Laosan didn't open his mouth like a lion, he would not be unacceptable.

Seeing that Ye Feng seemed to be very cheerful, Hu Laosan was in trouble again.

As he said, he really didn't know how much this ring was worth, after all, he didn't see anything weird about this ring.

He originally planned to sell at a low price, but seeing Ye Feng's appearance, with a beautiful maid following behind him at any time, obviously a rich man, Hu Laosan moved other thoughts.

After thinking for a while, Hu Laosan tried to stretch out three fingers.

Ye Feng took a look and asked, "30?"

When Hu Laosan heard this, his face turned dark immediately.

What the hell, have you seen things sold in this square, which one sells such low prices.

"Cough cough!"

After coughing, Hu Laosan corrected: "300 million!"

After quoting the price, he carefully looked at Ye Feng's face, but saw that Ye Feng frowned as he expected, and immediately explained: "Brother, I traded my life for this, even if this ring If it’s not worth the price, it’s just for my life, you have to add more!”

Ye Feng didn't reply, but frowned, pretending to ponder.

When Hu Laosan stretched out three fingers, he guessed the price, but he didn't directly quote 300 million.

After all, if he reported it too easily, maybe Mr. Hu would open his mouth again, which would be bad.

Under Hu Laosan's nervous gaze, Ye Feng was silent for 2 minutes, finally nodded hesitantly, and said, "Okay, I bought it..."

Before the words fell, there was a piercing voice behind him, which suddenly rang out: "I want this ring."

Listening to the voice, it was a young man, and there was an undeniable domineering tone in his tone. Ye Feng heard the words and looked back slowly, but it was a strange face.

But when the people around saw the young man, they exclaimed in shock, "Isn't this Han Guangming! Why is the eldest son of the Han family here?"

"Han Guangming!"

Hearing this name, a message immediately appeared in Ye Feng's mind. It was a simple message about Han Guangming recorded in the files of the main members of the Han family.

This is Han Fei's only son.

Han Guangming looked at Ye Feng disdainfully, and turned to Hu Laosan and said, "This ring is 300 million, I want it."

With that said, Han Guangming took out a card and handed it directly to Hu Laosan.

Hu Laosan did not accept the card, but instead said with a troubled face: "This ring has already been bought by this old man."

After all, Hu Laosan is still a conscientious businessman. Just now, he had clearly heard that Ye Feng agreed to buy the ring. Now Han Guangming stepped in, even if the other party was the initiative of the Han family, Hu Laosan Still no change of opinion.

Han Guangming squinted at Ye Feng, frowned and said, "He hasn't paid the money yet, so this thing can't be counted as his."

"But……"

Hu Laosan still wanted to argue, but he saw an old man beside Han Guangming suddenly took a step forward and said fiercely: "Young Master Han has taken a fancy to your thing, it is your blessing, if I give you money, you will take it." So, do you want to be kicked out of the Han family?"

As the old man stepped forward, a fierce aura overflowed from his body.

After feeling it for a while, Ye Feng understood the opponent's strength, the peak of internal strength, and he was only one step away from the master of martial arts.

Ye Feng felt the strength of the old man, and the others also responded.

Although this Martial Dao Conference stipulates the minimum strength, it must be above the early stage of internal strength, but most of the people who come here are warriors at the early stage or mid stage of internal strength.

As for the martial arts master, there was no one in this match.

In other words, this old man is almost the most powerful group of people in this battle.

Coupled with the identity of the Han family, even those with comparable strength would not dare to be an enemy at all.