Supreme Killer

Chapter Three and One

"Exotic Conference?" Xiao Fan looked puzzled.

But Yi Yun flashed a strange color in his eyes, jokingly said: "Wenfang Master, you are not kind, and you have given your place to Brother Xiao. With my friendship, I can't be lost."

"San Ye, don't belittle yourself. With your ability, isn't it easy to get a ticket?" The host of Wenfang smiled.

"San Ye, Brother Wen, what exactly is a rare meeting?" Xiao Fan was confused, but he felt that this rare meeting should not be simple.

After all, co-organized by the three major chambers of commerce, the name is scary.

"The rare conference is held from time to time. At that time, the three major chambers of commerce will launch some exotic treasures. Most of these exotic treasures are obtained from some ancient places, and most people have not seen it. Therefore, the most important thing is to look at eyesight. Of course, There are also gambling stones in it," Yi Yun explained.

"Oh?" Xiao Fan was slightly surprised.

"However, the gambling on the stones there is more gambling. A piece of old pit material is likely to cost tens of millions of soul stones. Every time a rare meeting, many people get rich overnight, but there are also people who are all alone overnight." Yi Yun added. A word of expectation flashed in his eyes.

"Thank you, Brother Wen, Xiao Fan will definitely not miss this kind of conference." Xiao Fan smiled and glanced gratefully at the host of Wenfang.

However, he also knows that the reason why the master of Wenfang invites himself is to see that he has cut out a peerless treasure from the stone twice, and secondly, to eliminate the gap between the two. After all, the owner of Wenfang was on Qin Fei’s side. It made Xiao Fan very upset.

"Brother Xiao is polite. If Brother Xiao encounters some trouble, let me know. If Wen can do it, he will do his best." The host of Wenfang smiled.

"Haha, with the words of Wenfang Master, Yimou is relieved." Yiyun smiled, "Brother Xiao, you have to be kind this time, you must find some good stuff for me."

"Brother Xiao is kind to you, but he is not kind to me." Wen Fang said with a wry smile.

Eyun laughed, with a smug look on his face, Qin Fei's affairs were just an episode for them.

Of course, what Xiao Fan didn't expect was that Qin Fei's affairs were not so simple.

In the next period of time, Xiao Fan selected three old pit materials for Yi Yun, and each piece was cut off. There were two seventh-level elixir and a seventh-level ore material. Happy Yiyun couldn't talk from ear to ear.

Leaving the gambling shop, the three of them wandered around the stalls again, and after an hour, nothing caught him.

When they were about to go back, Xiao Fan suddenly stopped in front of a booth. Yi Yun and Xiang Rong's hearts moved. Did Xiao Fan find something good again?

"Boss, how do you sell this flaming stone?" Xiao Fan weighed a whole red stone, burning like a flame, holding it in his hand with a very gentle feeling.

"Five hundred thousand." The stall owner said lightly, "Little brother, this is not a flame stone, but a seventh-grade flame stone. A flame stone is 500,000, which is very cost-effective."

"Okay." Xiao Fan nodded and took out 500,000 middle-grade soul stones without hesitation.

"This flaming stone, I will pay a million." Suddenly, another voice sounded.

I saw a young man in a white robe coming over, behind him, followed by two men and a woman. The face of the white robe youth was like a jade crown, handsome and extraordinary, with a kind of sunshine on his face.

The moment he saw the white-robed youth, Xiao Fan suddenly remembered a figure in his mind.

In the Xueyue Dynasty, the appearance of the first warlord killed in his life was almost exactly the same. If it weren't for this person to look more domineering, Xiao Fan would think he had admitted the wrong person.

If that person was not the first warlord killed in his life, Xiao Fan would not have such a deep memory.

Moreover, he remembered that the enchanting woman in the purple skirt said that if he killed Lin Yang, Lin Yang's elder brother Lin Xiao would avenge him.

Is this person Lin Xiao?

With eyes facing each other, a hint of coldness appeared in the white robe youth's eyes, which surprised Xiao Fan slightly. Could this guy recognize himself?

Shouldn't, he has never seen himself.

"Xiao Fan, right? Do you remember Lin Yang who was killed by you?" The white-robed youth squatted beside Xiao Fan, looking at Xiao Fan's eyes with a trace of hideousness.

"I killed a lot of people, I don't know which one you are talking about?" Xiao Fan said lightly, he is no longer Xiao Fan six months ago, there is no need to be afraid of a warlord monk.

"Huh!" Lin Xiao snorted coldly, looked at several red blood stones on the ground, and said: "Two million soul stones, pack them and take them away."

The stall owner's face sank slightly. He originally thought it was two million to buy a stone. That really made a lot of money.

But the stones here are sixteen, eight million, how can it be sold for two million!

"Why, you are not willing?" Lin Xiao frowned.

"One stone is half a million, a total of 8 million, you give 8 million, this stone is naturally yours." The vendor shook his head.

"These few broken stones are worth eight million, old man, you are extortion." Before Lin Xiao could speak, the enchanting woman behind him suddenly said angrily.

"What about extortion? If you dare to break the rules of the night market, how about giving you two million for these sixteen flaming stones?" Anyone who can set up a stall at the night market has no background, and the stall owner is no exception.

"You!" The enchanting woman's chest rises and falls, but she dared not help the stall owner.

"Ten million, I bought them all." Xiao Fan said at the right time.

"Brother Xiao understands the rules." The stall owner smiled and directly sent the sixteen flaming stones to Xiao Fan.

"One and a half million!" Lin Xiao gritted his teeth, as if one and a half million soul stones were already his limit. Although he didn't know the use of these flaming stones for Xiao Fan, he didn't want Xiao Fan Bought.

Hearing what Lin Xiao said, the stall owner quickly took back fifteen flaming stones, which made Xiao Fan frowned. This guy is really a profiteer.

"Eleven million." Xiao Fan added another 500,000.

"Boy, count you cruel! I see if you can come up with 11 million. This is a middle-grade soul stone, not a lower-grade soul stone!" Lin Xiao looked at Xiao Fan with a gloomy expression.

How could a person from a small dynasty take out 10 million middle-grade soul stones, his eyes seemed to have taken Xiao Fan!

"Lin Xiao, right? Your brother adopted (Lin Yang), so are you? You can't even get this soul stone. If you continue to increase the price, I will look at you." Xiao Fan smiled .

"Asshole, what are you talking about!" Lin Xiao suddenly became furious, his face flushed with anger.

"Don't be angry, just talk." Xiao Fan didn't care. He didn't believe that Lin Xiao really dared to do it here. If Lin Xiao dared to do it, Xiao Fan dared to kill him.

"Twelve million soul stones, you count them." Xiao Fan poured out the smashing soul stones from the soul ring, and they piled up all over the floor. Just now he got ten million from Qin Fei, and he only needs him. Only one million.

"No need to count, take these flaming stone brothers." The stall owner smiled from ear to ear, his spirit power glanced, 11 million more or less.

Without hesitation, Xiao Fan put fifteen flame stones into the soul ring, holding one in his hand, and suddenly broke it with force.

call! A flame soared into the sky from the flame stone, and inside the flame stone, there was actually a red bead hidden in the whole body.

"What is this?" Xiao Fan pretended to be surprised.

"Eighth-Rank Fiery Sun Pearl?" The stall owner was instantly attracted by the scarlet blood beads in Xiao Fan's hand, and he almost fainted without a spit of old blood.

This powerful sun bead alone is worth tens of millions, so it is sold as a seventh-grade ore?

Standing not far away, Yi Yun and Xiang Rong laughed. This Xiao Fan was definitely deliberately irritating, and it was really irritating not to pay for his life!

But then again, who told the stall owner to be unkind.