This small shop in Flanders is not big, and the decoration is very ordinary.

It looked a little dark inside, there was no counter in the store, and there were some items hanging on the three walls. They all looked very old and did not look like they were valuable at all.

The three girls are all people who have seen big events. The two sisters of the Zhu family were born into a noble family and have excellent living conditions, so they naturally look down upon these things.

Although Little Nightingale has been in the Killing City since she was a child, as a messenger of killing, Nightingale has a preeminent status in the Killing City. What has she not seen before?

The things in this small grocery store were obviously not enough for the three women.

"Inferior soul guide work."

Little Nightingale picked up a bracelet-style soul guidance device and showed disdain: "It has no soul power on the outside, but the internal structure has no soul guidance function at all. Let alone using it, it is estimated that once the soul power is injected, this

The thing will break."

"Yes, this place is basically full of such waste products."

Zhu Zhuyun nodded, looked around and shook his head: "Let's go, Holy Son, the value of the things here is not even as good as the scrap collection station on the corner."

Even Zhu Zhuqing shook his head, put down the soul guide in his hand, and said softly: "It's very ordinary..."

"Really some worthless garbage."

Fang Yuan played with the soul guide in his hand, put it down, and picked up a piece of transparent crystal that was not too eye-catching.

"But since you're here, you still have to spend some money."

"Boss, how much does this thing cost?"

Flanders in the corner felt unhappy when he heard Fang Yuan and others so unscrupulously commenting that all his things were waste.

Seeing Fang Yuan looking like a master, he casually picked up the crystal, snorted softly, and said, "One hundred gold soul coins!"

"One hundred gold soul coins?!"

The Zhu sisters looked stunned, and the voice of the nightingale behind them suddenly rose in pitch.

She glanced at the crystal in Fang Yuan's palm, then looked at Flanders' profiteer face, showing a hint of anger: "You're such a shameless profiteer, the Holy Son buys your things because you feel sorry for him, a wall

You’re just trying to take care of your business, but you still dare to take advantage of the situation and start talking?!”

"This broken crystal is not as good as the toy glass ball in the hands of children on the roadside. How dare you ask for a hundred gold soul coins? Why are you taking advantage of our Holy Son?!"

"Holy Son?"

Although Nightingale's curse made Flanders frown slightly, what he said was the truth after all, so calling him this way attracted Flanders' attention.

Like Zhu Zhuyun before, because of the existence of Wuhun Palace, people on Douluo Continent are extremely sensitive to the title of 'Holy Son', and Flanders also immediately thought of Wuhun Palace.

"My business in buying and selling things is based on love and willingness. If you think the price of the hundred gold soul coins I gave you is too high, just don't buy it."

Flanders snorted softly, looked at Fang Yuan and said, "But the things I have here are more delicate. If they are damaged by you, you have to pay compensation according to the price!"

"interesting."

Fang Yuan played with the crystal in his hand. When he was in the Killing City, he basically relied on robbing. This scene of bargaining with profiteers made him miss it quite a bit.

However, this feeling is very uncomfortable.

"This is one hundred gold soul coins."

Fang Yuan casually took out a money bag from his arms, threw it to Flanders, and then looked around the walls: "Also, I would like to take the liberty to ask, Mr. Soul Saint, who are you in this room?"

How much do you think these so-called 'soul guides' are worth?"

"Soul Saint?!"

The three women had surprised expressions on their faces and looked at Flanders in disbelief.

The look in his eyes was not that he was shocked by Flanders' strength, but that he was wondering that such a despicable profiteer could actually be a Soul Saint!

Even Nightingale, who had seen too many despicable and evil degenerates, glanced at Flanders with some disdain. In fact, she looked at him with a bit of embarrassment and tried to cover up her embarrassment with a cough.

"Why, does this little brother want to buy these things in my store? Let me tell you, the things in my store are not cheap. If you are ready to buy..."

"No, I have no interest in buying this garbage."

Fang Yuan shook his head: "Let's go."

After saying that, regardless of Flanders who seemed to have something to say, Fang Yuan walked straight out of the door with the three women.

"Welcome to visit next time, little brother."

Flanders waved his hand, and after Fang Yuan walked out of the store, his expression suddenly became serious.

"A thirty-ninth-level soul master can actually see my strength, and the Holy Son...could it be said that he comes from the Wuhun Palace?"

"No, there are no saints in the contemporary Wuhun Palace, only saints. They should not be from the Wuhun Palace."

"But having said that, except for the slightly more mature woman, these people should all be around ten years old. With such strength at such an age, I should recommend Shrek to them. Oops, I made a mistake.

."

Flanders shook his head in annoyance.

At first glance, these guys are wealthy owners. They are dressed in luxurious clothes and carry soul tools. If they can be allowed to join the academy, apart from other things, the financial problems of the academy will definitely be properly solved.

!

"No, you have to fight for it!"

Flanders muttered, and after making up his mind, turned around to follow Fang Yuan.

However, before he could leave the store, a figure suddenly appeared in front of his store.

"No more, no more, our store is closed."

Flanders, who was thinking about how to pull Fang Yuan and others into the academy, waved his hand and was about to close the door, but a pair of slightly rough hands grabbed the door.

Flanders frowned slightly and wanted to close the door, but found that his strength could not move the door at all.

There was still a trace of how to fool Fang Yuan on his face, and his face was slightly stiff.

You know, although Flanders is a profiteer, he is also a level 78 Soul Saint!

"Crunch..."

The door was slowly closed under Flanders' resistance, but Flanders did not leave the store. Instead, he was pushed back into the store.

"Who is your Excellency?!"

Flanders looked at the old man in black robe in front of him with an ugly expression. At the same time, he immediately completed the possession of his martial soul. The seven soul rings moved up and down around his body, shining with dazzling light, especially the three black ones.

The ten-thousand-year soul ring looks even more astonishingly profound.

"Just a customer who wants to come and buy something."

The Killing Knight slowly raised his face, and a bright red light filled his body.

At the same time, nine soul rings, two yellow, two purple, and five black, quietly stagnated in different positions on the Killing Knight's body, completely covering his body!

"Seal, title Douluo?!"

Seeing the nine soul rings released by the killing knight in front of him, Flanders' owl eyes shrank, and he felt a cold water splashing on his face, and his whole body shivered.

His body was trembling, and he looked at the Killing Knight with fear: "Mian, Your Majesty, you don't have to joke. If there is anything you like about my little place, just take it."

"Really, then I'm not welcome."

The killing knight snorted coldly, took a step forward, and the surging soul power in his body suddenly roared out.

"Bang bang bang!"

The soul guides on the surrounding walls were instantly destroyed under the pressure of this tyrannical soul power, and Flanders himself was directly crushed to the ground by this soul power, unable to move at all!

With a casual wave, Flanders's soul guide fell into the hands of the killing knight.

"When buying and selling things, it's a matter of mutual consent. I'll clean up some rubbish for you and charge you a small fee. Isn't that excessive?"

"No, it's not too much..."

Flanders' profiteer face forced out an ugly smile.
Chapter completed!