Zou Kaihua's face was gloomy, and he looked at Chen Lei coldly, threatening him: "Boy, you'd better take back what you just said. I don't believe that you haven't heard of the name of Lingxu Holy Land. I may have understood your words just now as a provocation to Lingxu Holy Land."
Chen Lei sneered and said, "I am just a frog in a well who has never seen the world. It is not surprising that I have never heard of the name of Lingxu Holy Land."
Zou Kaihua's expression turned cold. Chen Lei used his previous words to tease him, making him unable to vent his anger. Lingxu Holy Land was well-known in the entire Xuanyuan Continent. As long as one was a cultivator, it was impossible for him not to know about Lingxu Holy Land. The person in front of him was obviously teasing him deliberately.
"you wanna die!"
Zou Kaihua shouted angrily, with powerful energy fluctuations surging from his body, and he was about to take action.
At this moment, Wang Daoling beside him stopped Zou Kaihua and said, "Brother Zou, why bother to argue with these vulgar people? It will only make you lose your status."
Then, Wang Daoling looked at Chen Lei again, and said as a matter of course and condescendingly: "I like this flying phoenix hairpin. Present it to me."
Chen Lei said: "Are you sick? If you like it, I will give it to you. Who do you think you are?"
Wang Daoling's face also became extremely ugly, and he said: "Why, do you still dare to compete with me?"
Chen Lei said, "Why not, Boss? I'll give you twelve kilograms of blood-patterned iron for this flying phoenix hairpin."
Wang Daoling sneered: "Thirteen pounds, I don't believe that a mere disciple of Xuantian Sect like you can be worth so much."
However, Wang Daoling had already figured out Chen Lei's identity from his clothes.
Chen Lei said: "I am not worth much, but I can still buy this hairpin."
After that, Chen Lei quoted again: "Fourteen pounds!"
"Fifteen pounds..."
In the blink of an eye, the price of the Feifeng Hairpin had been driven up to thirty kilograms of blood-veined iron. Such a price made Wang Daoling feel tremendous pressure.
"Thirty-five pounds..."
Wang Daoling said with a trembling voice that this was already the bottom line in his heart.
"Thirty-six catties..." Chen Lei raised the price by one catty without hesitation.
"Okay, you have guts, but I don't believe you can produce thirty-six kilograms of blood-veined iron at once. If you dare to lie to me, I will make you wish you were dead."
Wang Daoling stared at Chen Lei coldly and said angrily.
"Boss, this is the blood-marked iron for you. I wonder if it's enough."
Before Wang Daoling finished his words, Chen Lei had a fist-sized piece of blood-veined iron in his hand, emitting a blood-colored glow, and handed it to the boss.
The boss carefully weighed it and said, "Sir, this piece of blood-veined iron weighs thirty-six catties and two ounces."
"Then the two taels are given to you." Chen Lei said nonchalantly, holding the Feifeng hairpin in his hand.
Wang Daoling only felt his face being slapped loudly. He said that Chen Lei could not produce thirty-six kilograms of blood-veined iron, but before he finished speaking, thirty-six kilograms and two ounces of blood-veined iron appeared in front of him. The slap was so crisp and loud.
"You've got the guts, kid. We'll see!"
Wang Daoling snorted angrily and left in a huff. As for Zou Kaihua and the others, they also followed Wang Daoling, but before they left, their eyes were full of hostility.