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Chapter 22 Showing Your Identity

A servant next to him hurriedly stopped him and advised: "Master, be careful! Seeing how confident this man is, we'd better not touch him until we find out his details. Have you forgotten that we were there last time?

West of the city..."

After handling a body, Feng Kuo immediately thought of past lessons and shuddered, "That's right!" He looked at Yang Xiaole with a more serious look in his eyes, "Okay, I see you are a new face, young master.

, I won’t bully you, I will compensate you double the amount of silver, you can leave now.”

When he said this, Yang Xiaole laughed.

Are you kidding me, Yang Xiaole, am I the kind of person who is short of money?

"Twenty taels? I'll pay forty taels for this bracelet."

Feng Kuo looked gloomy and said again: "I will give you one hundred taels! Please leave!"

"Sorry, I'm not short of money. I'll give you five hundred taels."

As soon as this statement came out, it immediately caused an uproar in the surrounding area.

Five hundred taels!

Is this what an ordinary person can do? It seems that the guess is correct, this young man does have some background!

Feng Kuo frowned, gritted his teeth, and clenched his fists. This guy clearly wanted to confront him, did he really think that he didn't dare to touch him?

After hesitating for a moment, Feng Kuo gritted his teeth and said, "I'll pay you six hundred taels!"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Xiaole said calmly: "One thousand taels!"

Feng Kuo is the second son of the Feng family. Because he is not doing his job and causing trouble everywhere, the Feng family is also very strict with him. One thousand taels is the limit of the silver he can control!

"One thousand...one thousand and five taels!"

After fussing for a long time, Feng Kuo actually added a sky-high price of five taels!

This made the surrounding onlookers extremely happy, and there was a burst of applause.

"Young Master Feng, you are so generous!" Yang Xiaole stretched out his thumb and teased, and then said: "I will pay, two thousand taels!"

"You bastard! Are you deliberately going against me? Hit me!"

Feng Kuo couldn't bear it any longer. When he got angry, no matter who the opponent was, he would hit him first. Several strong men surrounded Yang Xiaotuan, all with fierce eyes and sinister expressions. As long as Feng Kuo

With a single order, they would rush forward together and tear Yang Xiaole into pieces.

Yang Xiaole didn't pay attention to this at all. He had already investigated and found out that every cultivator among these strong men, although he was only at the third level of the Qi Refining Stage,

, but isn’t it easy to deal with a group of mortals?

The onlookers retreated one after another for fear of harming the fish in the pond.

The servants next to Feng Kuo were so frightened that their faces turned green. The last time Feng Kuo offended someone he couldn't afford to offend, he was locked up in a closed cell for three months by the family master, but he was hung up and whipped for three days.

!

The eldest son deliberately arranged himself to be by Feng Kuo's side in order to let him control Feng Kuo. It would be okay to offend some traffickers and lackeys, but he must not offend some powerful forces!

"Master! Calm down, calm down!"

"Calm down, I'm going to cut him today!"

"Master, Master! Don't be reckless! You forgot the last time you were in the north of the city..."

"Don't mention that to me. If you mention it again, I'll kill you first!" Even so, it was obvious that the past had an effect. Feng Kuo took a deep breath and looked at his subordinates angrily, "Then what do you think we should do?"

The man rolled his eyes and whispered: "Since he wants to pay two thousand taels, let him pay it. If he can really get it, it means that he is really from a certain family. He spent two thousand taels to buy a bracelet. He must have paid for it."

The head of the family will be scolded to death if he turns around, so we might as well look at him as a fool."

"If he can't come up with it, it means he's bluffing. Even if he does have a background, it's just a small background that can't even produce two thousand taels of silver. When the time comes, young master, it won't be too late for you to take action."

When Feng Kuo heard that it made sense, he looked at Yang Xiaole arrogantly and said: "Two thousand taels? Okay, if you can take it out, I will give this bracelet to you immediately. But if you can't take it out, don't blame me.

This young master’s men are ruthless!”

Two thousand taels!

That much silver is enough to fill a carriage!

Seeing that Yang Xiaole was wearing only a long gown, he was definitely not able to take it out.

Feng Kuo sneered, "What? Are you blown away? Do you want me to lend you a carriage to get money?"

Yang Xiaole smiled calmly, "It's only two thousand taels, why should Master Feng bother." After saying that, he ran away into his arms and prepared to take out the storage bag.

But at this moment, there was a chaotic sound of horse hooves on the street, and several men with loud voices and soldier-like voices shouted away from the crowd, "Get out of the way, what happened?"

It turned out that crowds gathered at the street entrance for a long time, attracting city guards.

Seeing the city guards, the old man selling jade's eyes lit up and he was a little excited. However, Feng Kuo's sinister eyes fell on

It hit him, causing him to tremble all over, shrinking his neck and not daring to say a word.

Feng Kuo was not good at words, so his men took the initiative to greet him. The city guards cupped their hands and pointed at Yang Xiaole and said: "Sir, this man is so crazy that he actually deceived an old man who was over sixty years old. He said that he would buy it for two thousand taels.

I bought this pair of jade bracelets, but I haven't been able to get the money out yet. If my young master hadn't bumped into me, he would have snatched the bracelets away long ago."

"That's unreasonable!" The city guard seemed to have some friendship with Feng Kuo. After hearing what Feng Kuo's men said, he directly ordered without asking, "Catch this pretty boy and send him to the cell!"

Everyone around sighed. Everyone knew about the relationship between the city guard and Feng Kuo. In this situation, no one dared to stand up for Yang Xiaole. Even if the city guard really asked everyone around him whether the matter was true or not, no one dared to tell the truth.

talk.

Yang Xiaole watched the two of them singing and singing without saying a word. He could easily guess the intrigue between the two. He sighed, "Okay, stop pretending. It's just two thousand taels of silver. Why should I?"

Did you say you wouldn’t give it?”

Feng Kuo sneered, "Then give it to me. I'll give you one stick of incense. If you can't come up with two thousand taels, you're going to go to jail!"

"One stick of incense? That's enough for me to earn another two thousand taels." As he said that, Yang Xiaole palmed his hands, and a cloth bag appeared out of thin air in his palm.

Such a technique immediately caused the surrounding area to explode again.

"Is this...is this a trick?"

"No! No! He...he is a cultivator!"

"That's right, I'm lucky enough to have witnessed a cultivator's method once. It's just like this. He can create something in a blink of an eye!"



The buzz around him made Feng Kuo panic. He stared at Yang Xiaole without blinking, and saw the latter flicking the storage bag. As the silver light flashed, a piece of paper suddenly appeared on the ground.

A pile of silver half as tall as a person.

"Really...really a cultivator!?"

"It's over, Master Feng is really over now, he met the cultivator!"

"I knew that with Feng Kuo's temperament, he would cause big trouble sooner or later."

"Don't talk about Feng Kuo, even their family can't afford to offend cultivators. Feng Kuo is really a scourge to the Feng family!"


Chapter completed!
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