Wild Dogs

Yang Fan shook his head repeatedly and continued walking forward.

Although his mithril was not large, it was a top-quality material for refining weapons, and its price was definitely more than that.

Seeing that Yang Fan had no intention of negotiating, the stall owner gritted his teeth and quoted a price of 10,000 spirit stones.

"I'll offer ten thousand spirit stones, how about it? No bargaining."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan stopped, slowly turned his head, and looked at the stall owner with a half-smile.

"Twelve thousand spirit stones."

Seeing that the stall owner was about to get angry, Yang Fan pointed to the medicinal herbs on the stall.

"I also need these few medicinal herbs. I will purchase them from you. I know the price."

"If you're going to ask for an exorbitant amount, there's no point in us talking."

Upon hearing that Yang Fan wanted to buy more medicinal herbs, the stall owner pondered for a while before nodding.

"Okay, I agree."

Although the price of 12,000 spirit stones was high, Yang Fan knew how to purchase medicinal herbs, so he could still make a considerable profit, which naturally made the stall owner very happy.

Then Yang Fan bought all the dozens of medicinal herbs on the stall, which made the stall owner extremely curious.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Friend, based on the medicinal herbs you've bought, I can guess what kind of elixir you want to refine."

"But you bought them all, so I can't guess what kind of pills you're planning to refine."

Seeing the stall owner's curious gaze, Yang Fan smiled and shook his head slightly.

"It's nothing, just some casual practice, don't be nervous."

Seeing that Yang Fan was unwilling to say more, the stall owner couldn't help but purse his lips.

However, he knew that there were some things he shouldn't ask, so he obediently nodded.

"My friend is straightforward and right. I shouldn't have asked so many questions. I misspoke just now."

After saying that, the stall owner obediently took two steps back to the side.

Then he turned his gaze to the puppet behind Yang Fan.

"Hey friend, do you bring a bodyguard with you when you go out?"

The man immediately recognized that the person behind Yang Fan was a puppet.

In his view, it wasn't that Yang Fan was being controlled, but rather that Yang Fan came from a wealthy and powerful family, which is why he had a puppet protecting him.

Seeing this, Yang Fan shrugged.

"It's nothing, it's just that the elders in the family are worried."

Yang Fan decided to put on the airs of a wealthy young man.

Seeing this, the stall owner became even more respectful to him.

After the transaction was completed, Yang Fan waved and then left.

Then, Yang Fan browsed around the nearby stalls.

He had already bought all the necessary materials, and now he wanted to browse around here to see if he could buy some spells.

He currently possesses movement techniques and basic attack spells in combat, but he lacks any sword, saber, or spear techniques.

It would be best to choose one if possible.

As soon as the idea came to mind, Yang Fan immediately started searching among the surrounding stalls.

After a while, he saw someone selling magic at a stall and went over with great interest.

Just as Yang Fan picked up a spellbook and was about to open it, the stall owner glared at him.

"Friend, we only allow you to buy, not look. You can't see what's inside without paying."

"What if you learn it after just one glance? Wouldn't I have wasted my time?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan chuckled and thought for a moment.

He raised a sword manual in his hand.

"How much is this sword technique?"

Upon seeing the swordsmanship, the stall owner's eyes lit up.

"This will cost one thousand spirit stones."

Upon hearing the price, Yang Fan immediately lost his patience.

"One hundred spirit stones, or I'll leave now."

Seeing Yang Fan's resolute words, the stall owner nodded repeatedly.

Seeing this, Yang Fan picked up the storage bag and prepared to pay.

But at that moment, his expression suddenly changed.

Just then, a figure rushed from the side at an extremely fast speed, clearly intending to hit Yang Fan.

Yang Fan's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he immediately dodged to the side.

His Eight Desolate Movements were already very skilled, so he could easily dodge this sudden attack.

This person did not expect Yang Fan to react so quickly, actually dodging his collision.

He couldn't stop in time and crashed into the stall.

"Thump!" The man crashed heavily into the side of the stall.

He then convulsed and collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

Upon seeing this, Yang Fan was startled and stared in disbelief at the person convulsing on the ground.

He died like that?

Yang Fan looked at the stall owner with a puzzled expression, and the stall owner also looked at Yang Fan with surprise.

The two exchanged a glance, and Yang Fan hurriedly put down his swordplay and turned to leave.

Just then, a wail came from the side.

"Brother, my brother, you died such a terrible death."

Yang Fan hurriedly turned his head and saw a burly man rushing towards him from the side.

The burly man held the person on the ground and wept bitterly.

Seeing this, Yang Fan didn't know what to say, so he shrugged slightly and tried to leave.

"Stop right there! You think you can just walk away after killing my brother?"

The man roared angrily at Yang Fan.

Hearing this, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

He turned his head and raised an eyebrow.

"What are you saying? When did I ever kill your brother?"

"I saw it clearly just now, it was you who knocked my brother away."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan was completely dumbfounded.

"I hit your brother? He clearly crashed into the stall himself; the marks are still there."

Yang Fan pointed to the ground, where the man had rushed over and smashed the books on the stall, leaving very clear marks.

Yang Fan stood to the side the whole time and didn't touch him at all.

After Yang Fan explained the situation, the man snorted coldly.

"Nonsense! I saw it clearly, it was you who hit him. You're still being stubborn. I'm not finished with you."

As he spoke, he glared fiercely at Yang Fan.

"Now I want you to pay for my brother's life."

He roared and jumped up, trying to pounce on Yang Fan.

Seeing this, Yang Fan sneered, shook his head coldly, and didn't bother to waste words with this person.

"I don't want to fight you right now. You'd better get out of here, or I'll teach you a lesson."

Yang Fan spoke with an extremely cold gaze.

Upon seeing this, the burly man immediately began to howl.

"Help! Help! You killed my brother and you still want to fight back? Is there no justice or fairness left?"

As the burly man howled, another burly man stepped forward from the side.

He looked at Yang Fan with righteous indignation.

"This is outrageous! To injure someone in broad daylight and act so arrogantly—do they think we're all alone?"

Then he pointed fiercely at Yang Fan.

"Friends, we must not let this scoundrel escape. Today, he must pay the price."

Hearing this person's words, Yang Fan was speechless.

He shook his head repeatedly, staring intently at the other person.

"What do you want? I'll say it again, I didn't hit him, his life or death is none of my business."

Yang Fan lost his patience after glancing at the person foaming at the mouth on the ground.

He stared at the man with icy eyes.

But the burly man didn't want to hear any explanation and stepped forward to grab Yang Fan by the collar.

Seeing this, Yang Fan immediately used his movement technique to dodge to the side.

The burly man missed his grip and nearly fell over.

This caused his expression to change; clearly, Yang Fan's movement technique exceeded his expectations.

But he would never admit defeat.

"How dare you bully people to this extent? You'd better pay with your life!"

Then he lunged at Yang Fan viciously.

Immediately afterwards, the man who was holding the corpse on the ground wiped away his tears and rushed towards Yang Fan.

"He killed my brother; he must pay with his life today."

As the two lunged at him from the left and right, Yang Fan continued to dodge.

At this moment, several groups of people had already gathered around.