Cultivator: Fighting God

Chapter 38
Lei Xiaodie glanced around and found that there was no higher asking price. In fact, the price of a ninth-grade weapon was only around 1200 taels of silver. Although this open fire sword was clear and clear, it would be at most 1500 taels of silver. up.

"In that case, it's a deal! Master Peng Cheng has obtained the open flame sword, please deliver it to the inner room!"

"it is good!"

Of course, Ye Yang didn't know who Peng Cheng was, and it didn't matter to him. The important thing was that he had earned 1800 taels of silver. With this much money, he could support an ordinary family for 100 years!

"Master Ye Yang, please follow me!"

The fat supervisor came out and said something to Ye Yang respectfully. He also knew that this open fire sword was probably made by Ye Yang. Such a genius for casting soldiers would definitely be offended by his little Qinglei Chamber of Commerce. started.

Entering the inner room, he took out 1800 taels of silver bills, Ye Yang put the bills in his arms, and walked out proudly.

Just as Ye Yang was leaving, he passed by a person, it was Peng Cheng, a talented young man from the Vulcan clan!

"Ok?"

Peng Cheng couldn't help but look at Ye Yang more, a little surprised, Peng Cheng secretly marveled, this person seemed to be that waste from the Ye family, but he was different in front of him, he seemed to be completely reborn, with steady steps, restrained breath, eyes Clear, obviously very unusual.

Ye Yang didn't know Peng Cheng, with a smile on his lips, he strode away from the auction house, leaving Peng Cheng standing there in astonishment for a long time, finally shook his head, and said in a low voice: "This trash must have robbed someone else otherwise, how could you be so radiant?"

……

Wandering all the way back to the mansion, Ye Yang first came to Zhang Tianhe's residence. At this time, Zhang Tianhe's injury had begun to improve under the treatment of the doctors, and he could walk on the ground after a few days of recuperation.

After dinner, Ye Nantian left Ye Yang behind.

"Ziyu, how is your cultivation progress these days?"

"generally."

"There is still half a month left, and it will be the martial arts competition for the rookies of the family. Are you sure to represent the Ye family's lineage in the battle?"

Ye Yang replied without thinking: "Yes."

"it is good!"

Ye Nantian stood up, laughed and said, "Come on, let me see what level your Vulcan power has reached!"

Saying that, Ye Nantian covered Ye Yang's shoulder with his right palm, and slowly poured in the true energy of Vulcan to exert pressure.

Ye Yang looked at the fat old man calmly with a calm demeanor. The true energy generated from the remnants of the Vulcan in his body surged violently, constantly contending against Ye Nantian!
Gradually, some sweat appeared on Ye Nantian's face, but he was extremely shocked in his heart. He had already injected more than half of his true energy, but he still couldn't put too much pressure on Ye Yang. The energy intensity of the reader!
Ye Yang suddenly smiled, and with a slight shake of his shoulders, he escaped from Ye Nantian's grasp, and said with a slight smile, "Father, it's getting late, you should go to rest early!"

Ye Nantian stood there in astonishment, and nodded blankly. When he looked again, Ye Yang had already turned into a phantom and swept into the path in the back hall. His aura seemed unfathomable!
(End of this chapter)