Xuantian Wushen

Chapter 926 Falling into a Siege (23)
"Oh, this little princess is really discerning. The windmills here are the most exquisite in workmanship, and they won't break even after three to five years of playing." The peddler flicked.

Huang'er was immediately happy when she heard it, blinked her eyes, and asked innocently: "Uncle, is it true?"

"Of course it's true, business is all about integrity, little princess, you can rest assured," the peddler continued to fool around.

"Hee hee, that's great. The gift that big brother bought for Huang'er can't be broken, otherwise Huang'er will be sad." Huang'er was very happy. Pointing to a colorful windmill with her little finger, she said, "I'm going to That colorful windmill."

"I want the colorful one, the boss is less money." Feng Li pointed to the colorful windmill and signaled the vendor to take it down.

"Cheap, cheap, ten taels of silver."

Feng Li was startled, he was really shocked that such a windmill cost ten taels of silver, but he would not care about this kind of peddler who made a living every day.

"Boss, you sold it really cheaply. You really are innocent."

The hawker gave a guilty laugh twice.

Feng Li took out a small piece of gold and threw it over, saying, "There's no need to look for it!"

The peddler was very happy at that time. He wondered if he stepped on dog shit when he went out, otherwise how could he meet the God of Wealth.He excitedly put the small piece of gold into his pocket, took off the small colored windmill and was about to hand it to Huang'er.

"Wait a minute, I bought that little windmill!" A haughty and slightly immature voice sounded.

Several people turned their heads away, only to see an eleven or twelve-year-old boy walking arrogantly, completely ignoring Feng Li and the others, followed behind him by a middle-aged man in gray clothes, with a mask hidden on his body. Powerful breath.

At the moment when he looked back, Feng Li was startled. The two people in front of him were strong men, and the middle-aged man's cultivation had already reached the seventh heaven of the 'Yuan Gang Realm'.

What made him even more unbelievable was that that eleven or twelve-year-old boy turned out to be a cultivator. Although he had just stepped into the realm of cultivating mysteries, he was definitely the king of monsters!
A 12-year-old mysterious cultivator?
If anyone speaks out, others will probably think that person is talking in his sleep.

The young man squinted at Fengli and the others, and said forcefully, "I'll pay double the price, this windmill is sold to me!"

"This..." The peddler looked at the young man and then at Fengli and the others, he was very embarrassed, and said: "Young master, I have already sold it to them, and even took the money!"

Feng Li nodded secretly. Although the peddler was cheating, he was also honest and didn't go back on his word because of the high bid.

"How can there be so much nonsense, if I said sell it to me, I would sell it to me, you, a peddler, dare to disobey me!"

As soon as the young man's voice became cold, a burst of aura was released, which immediately frightened the peddler until his legs went limp.

Knowing that the other party was not good, the peddler gave Feng Li and the others a sorry look, and handed the colorful windmill in his hand to the young man.

The young man was about to reach out to catch it, at this moment, Feng Li snatched it, put it in Huang'er's hand, and said, "Do you think I don't exist?"

"Huh! You dare to argue with me, don't you know how to write the word dead?"

The young man sneered, with a flash of ruthlessness, he didn't take Feng Li seriously at all, he was quite arrogant, which didn't match his age.

"Little master, forget it, since it has already been bought by someone else, let's just choose another one!" The middle-aged man in gray behind the boy persuaded.

(End of this chapter)