Chapter 283： I am a fat sheep?

This kind of news can still be found out by inquiring, how could it be worth a hundred middle-grade spirit stones? Obviously, this middle-aged man thought Chen Feng was young and thought he had no knowledge of world affairs, and regarded him as a fool. At this moment, Chen Feng was exposed on the spot, and a flash of shame flashed across his face, and a vicious trace passed in his eyes, but immediately afterwards, his face was about to be covered with a smile again.

"A medium-grade spiritual stone is a medium-grade spiritual stone. I will sell you this news at a loss." He wanted to reach out and grab the spiritual stone.

But Chen Feng flipped his hand, pressed the spirit stone under his palm, and said lightly: "You tell me the news first, and then give you the spirit stone after you finish."

There was a flash of shame in the eyes of the thief and mouse-eyed man, but he had no choice but to speak first.

"Don't you know, about ten days ago, news suddenly came out in Baiyang Town. It is said that in the first family of Baiyang Town, in the back mountain forbidden area of ​​the Bai family, there was originally a calm wave, but just some time ago Soon, an extinct volcano that had been silent for thousands of years in the back mountain suddenly erupted, and the flames burst into the sky. Many people in Baiyang Town saw it, and with this eruption, a strange treasure appeared in the lava of the volcano. No one knows what a strange treasure is, but everyone knows that it must be very powerful, because that treasure light cannot be suppressed."

"So during this time, many people have poured into Baiyang Town, trying to **** that strange treasure."

After listening to Chen Feng, he slowly nodded: "So, it's no wonder that so many people are in Baiyang Town."

He saw that this man should have not lied, so he pushed the middle-grade spirit stone forward: "Take it away."

Chen Feng could not give it to him, but he was not a person who broke his promise.

Holding the middle-grade spirit stone in his hand, he took a closer look, and a touch of stunned and ecstatic flashed across the man's face.

He did not stop, immediately turned around and walked out of the restaurant, heading straight to the east of the town.

There is an abandoned house on the east side of the town. The grass is dreary. Dozens of people stay in it, have a bonfire, drink and eat meat. Was there still a woman's pleading and screams from the front room of the mansion, mixed with the man's rude smirk?

The middle-aged man with wicked eyebrows and rat eyes ran all the way, panting and shouted: "Boss, Boss, I found a fat sheep."

The door of the main house opened, and a tall and burly man with a **** body and a bunch of black hair growing on his chest came out and shouted, "White-haired rat, what fat sheep have you encountered again? Lao Tzu can tell You, if you dare to lie to Lao Tzu this time, Lao Tzu will pull your legs and tear you in half!"

As he said, there was a cruel and vicious look in his eyes, and he licked the corner of his mouth, looking very bloodthirsty.

The man with eyebrows and mouse eyes was very scared, and hurriedly said with a smile: "Boss, this time it is definitely a big fat sheep. There is absolutely no mistake."

He breathed out and said the process again, and then gave the middle-grade spirit stone to the burly man: "There are still small eyes. This middle-grade spirit stone is extremely high-quality, and its purity is better than our Baiyang Town. The highest-purity middle-grade spirit stone is at least 30% higher. And that boy, although his clothes are not luxurious, he has good manners. At first glance, he knew that he was a disciple from a large family."

"Also, although he deliberately reached under the table just now to sneak, people thought he was taking it out of the package, but the little one noticed that he does not have such a big package, so the little one infers that he must have a mustard bag of."

"Mustard bag?"

Hearing this, the burly man immediately brightened his eyes, showing excitement.

For the gangs entrenched in the town, the mustard bag has always been a fetish that is beyond sight. I have never seen it before, let alone own it.

Without saying anything, the burly man immediately called on the brothers: "Copy guys, kill with Laozi, and rob the fat sheep."

The big guys in the yard suddenly shouted and took up their weapons. At this time, the big guy suddenly said, "White Mouse, how strong is that kid?"

"The strength is not high. I look at the appearance of the acquired five-fold and six-fold. Brother, don’t forget, you are a master of the acquired seven. If we are together, even the master of the acquired eight can be slaughtered. Kill him."

When the thief and mouse-eyed guy said this, these people immediately gained confidence, and the burly man yelled: "What are you still doing in a daze? Go and kill the fat sheep and **** his belongings."

Chen Feng heard the news and was about to leave. Suddenly, he saw a large group of people rushing into the entrance of the restaurant, each holding knives and guns, with a vicious look. Chen Feng just looked at them and turned his head without paying too much attention to it. The highest strength of this group of people is only the eighth layer of the day after tomorrow, just a bunch of ordinary warriors that don't have to worry about it.

But he didn't expect that he didn't provoke those people, but those people came to provoke him.

They went straight to Chen Feng's seat and surrounded him with cold and greedy smiles on each face.