For a moment, he narrowed his eyes and took a closer look at the folding fan in Li Yuan's hand, as if to confirm its authenticity.
After a long while, Feng Jiayi smiled playfully: "Brother, is this peacock feather of yours a fake?"
"I think you are only a seventh-level martial artist, and this peacock feather was once a token of the master. I wonder how Brother Song Cheng got this peacock feather?"
The fat man laughed and began to change the topic without answering: "Brother, who is not going to show his face, you have asked so many questions, but I have never asked you a word, brother."
"Oh no, I seem to have asked Xiong Tai your name, but you haven't told me yet. Due to circumstances and reasons, you have to tell me your name."
"Could it be that my brother has something hidden? People who have owed their lives and done bad things will behave like this. When people ask him his name, it's like stepping on his tail."
"Brother, is this the case for you?"
"How could it be? Brother, I was just frightened by the peacock feather in your hand, and I forgot to mention it for a moment."
"Listen, brother, my name is Wang Qingbing, the king of Lao Wang next door, who is devoted to you, the ice that melts the ice and snow."
Li Yuan: "Why did you come up with such a girly name..."
"That's true. I've heard that in poor families, it's not easy to feed their children, so they like to give them unappealing names. I guess the same is true for Taoist fellow Taoist Wang Qingbing."
Feng Jiayi: "Haha..."
The fat man was not afraid at all and continued to joke with him: "If this were not the case, why would fellow Taoist Wang Qingbing keep asking about an ordinary heaven-level magic weapon?"
"You know, those whose families are not short of money and who have seen the world since childhood will not be interested in these heaven-level magic weapons at all."
Zhang Tianyong: "..."
"Okay, Fatty, I don't want to talk to you about these things anymore. I have taken out my housekeeping magic weapon. I wonder, brother, what is the best treasure in your storage ring?"
"You might as well take it out and let everyone open their eyes."
Feng Jiayi originally had this plan, but now he had some concerns. The reason why he had been asking about the origin of Peacock Ling and the name of this person just now was to find out who this person was
How did he get this magic weapon
The magical weapon Peacock Ling is different from others. It is the same as the Wuwei sword in his hand. They are both important weapons of the sect and the treasure of the sect.
He did not believe that this person could obtain this magical weapon with the strength of a seventh-level martial artist. There were only two points. Either this person was related to that sect, or this peacock feather was a fake.
But he really didn't have the slightest impression of this person. The identity of this person needed to be investigated. He couldn't figure out who this person was? Or... is this person himself a fake
His true face is hidden under the magic weapon
Is this person’s true strength also hidden
As for the peacock feather in his hand... Feng Jiayi took out the Hunyuan Pearl.
The Hunyuan Pearl can not only absorb impurities from the body, but can also see the essence through phenomena, and can even inhale hallucinations.
Feng Jiayi placed the Hunyuan Bead on his left eye. Through the bead, the beautiful golden color of the peacock feather that was originally hidden was now fully revealed, making it extremely beautiful.
This turned out to be a genuine product...
This turned out to be a transcendent heaven-level magic weapon - a peacock feather...
Feng Jiayi felt a little unbelievable. He suspected that he had made a mistake, so he changed the bead to his right eye and looked at it again.
"That's right, it's really that peacock feather...", he couldn't help but murmured quietly.
Feng Jiayi took the bead and looked at this person very carefully. After discovering that this person was really a seventh-level martial artist, he couldn't help but be happy with a smile on his face.
The cracked corner of his mouth barely reached the back of his head.
"God is really helping me. I really thought that there is nothing worthy of my help in this Tianhai Cliff Secret Realm."
"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, this is really unexpected..."
"Such a beautiful peacock feather is much better than those eggs. Wouldn't it be wonderful if I gave this folding fan to Junior Sister Zhou as a birthday gift?"
"This is the gift that should be given to a beautiful woman. Yes, a good thing. I will order this peacock feather, sir."
Feng Jiayi secretly made up his mind in his heart, but his thoughts were his thoughts and his actions were his actions.
He was currently facing a very tangled problem. Although the opponent was only at the seventh level of martial arts, in terms of his own strength, he was a pretty good rookie.
But if the opponent has peacock feathers, he must also have other heaven-level magic weapons. Let alone other things, just think that he only has this handful of peacock feathers.
With the blessing of Peacock Ling, this person's strength is equivalent to that of a person at the fifth or sixth level of Emperor Wu. Without using the Wuwei sword, he may not be able to defeat him.
After all, there is no restriction on using this transcendent heaven-level magic weapon three times a day. What makes him confused is whether he should use the Wuwei sword to deal with this person and seize the peacock feather.
He brought the Wuwei Great Sword out privately. Although it would not be a big deal even if the headmaster and the elders discovered it, but in this case, this person might recognize the Wuwei Great Sword. By then, they would be the gods. For the people of Jian Zong, this matter will be exposed.
Once exposed, this group of people will die.
But for the fat man in front of him, his ability to take out the peacock feathers meant that his identity was not simple. No matter who he was, if he killed him, he might get into trouble.
The worst plan is to be hunted down by a sect, or even several sects.
Although I am not afraid, the price is too high.
It seems that I can't get the peacock feathers today.
Feng Jiayi was about to turn around and leave, but unexpectedly, Li Yuan did not intend to let him go.
The fat man injected spiritual power and waved the peacock folding fan in his hand, cutting all the woods in half.
Feng Jiayi was exposed to everyone in an instant.
"Want to leave? Sir, since I have taken out this magic weapon to entertain you, I will naturally have to go through two moves before I can let you go."
Li Yuan saw this man, wearing an extremely soft moon-white robe, with gold-inlaid piping at the corners and hem, which was very eye-catching.
I also saw this man wearing a cat demon mask. Judging from the paint on the mask, it seemed that it was not ordinary.
This man's whole body smelled like money, just like his old self at home.