Douluo space fighting god

At sunset and dusk, the afterglow shrouds Soto City, and the city is still prosperous.

At the Rose Hotel, Xiao Wu's stomach growled, so she pulled Tang San along and prepared to go out for dinner.

When I went down to the first floor, I met the waiter talking to a man in a neat suit.

"Manager, the young master is here today and has increased our income a lot. Look." The waiter took the report and showed it to the manager.

"The young master is really a fucking genius. This damaged thing can hold up twenty gold soul coins, and he made a net profit of two hundred from the Dai family boy."

Manager Wang took the report and looked at it, nodded in admiration, but at the next moment he was a little worried, "But what if the Dai family finds out?"

"Master Feng Ce has thought about it a long time ago. Let's get rid of the things quickly. If there is no evidence, who the hell knows." The waiter's face was filled with admiration.

"Young Master Feng Ce is really a business genius."

Manager Wang was also full of admiration, "As the saying goes, no businessman can be a traitor. Young Master Feng Ce has such a mastery at a young age. From now on, Rose Enterprise will surely reach the sky."

When Xiao Wu heard that Dai Mubai was being blackmailed, she couldn't help laughing like a silver bell, and scolded him for what he deserved.

But what Tang San paid attention to was the manager, "You are the manager of Rose Hotel, aren't you having a day off today?"

"Oh." When Manager Wang heard this, he had been in the industry for many years, so how could he not know that there was something behind his words? The waiter winked at him, and he immediately understood.

"I'll work overtime."

Oh

Tang San was immediately speechless, and he and Xiao Wu walked out of the Rose Hotel without asking any questions.

Manager Wang is indeed a seasoned veteran in the industry, with extremely outstanding reflexes. He glanced at Tang San who was leaving and snorted coldly.

"You're just a little brat, and you still want to trick me."

Tang San, Xiao Wu and the other two started strolling around after eating outside. As the night progressed, the city became more lively.

It is said that girls are born with no sense of direction. This is probably true. Xiao Wu couldn't turn around for a long time after arriving at the mall.

Fortunately, Xiao Wu gave full play to her wanderlust skills and visited several clothing stores, but still found nothing.

Maybe they were tired from shopping, so they went to eat some sweets.

But as soon as she came out, Xiao Wu suddenly patted Tang San on the shoulder and shouted in surprise, "Xiao San, look there quickly!"

"Ah, what kind of clothing store are you looking for, Miss?" For Tang San, looking at girls' clothing was extremely boring, and he was not a big shot in women's clothing.

"Oh, look, it seems to be related to the spirit master." Xiao Wu broke off Tang San's head.

Tang San looked around and saw a shop in the distance with a distinctive sign.

There is a circular mark carved on the signboard, with several special symbols on it: a sword, a hammer, and a snake with long legs.

Tang San was very familiar with this mark, it was the same as the master's Wuhun Palace license token, but he didn't know why such a mark would appear on the signboard of a small shop.

A quarter of an hour ago.

In this shop, the lights are dim, there is no counter, there are only three walls, with some scattered things hanging on them, exuding a small amount of soul power fluctuations.

A silver-haired boy was chatting with another middle-aged man with a sole face. This man with a sole face was Flanders, the dean of Shrek Academy. His ability to deceive was unpredictable.

But he seemed to have met his match today.

"Old man, what are you talking about?" Feng Ce played with something on the wall, showing his disgust.

He thought about buying a soul guide so that he could store things later, but the things here couldn't be seen at all.

"Little brother, you know what these are." Flanders looked unhappy. It was obvious that he was unhappy that his things were called tatters.

"Soul guides, what else could they be? Although these things of yours are a little broken, they are better because they are quite numerous and you have collected them well, old man."

Feng Ce smiled slightly, first suppressed and then raised, and then casually threw the iron tool in his hand.

Flender's heart trembled and he quickly caught it. If it broke, it would be worth money.

Although he really wanted to drive this silver-haired boy away, this boy was dressed gorgeously and definitely came from a wealthy family. After all, people are stupid and have a lot of money. He must be able to blackmail a sum of money with his cunning nature.

But now it seems that this young man has some knowledge, and the difficulty has increased a bit.

Nowadays, the method of making soul guides has been lost, and these old soul guides he collected are also old soul guides that have been passed down from the past, and are extremely rare now.

Flanders snorted coldly, his voice low and a little proud, "You also know that these things are hard to come by, so it would be nice to have them." He paused for a while.

"Look at the third one on your left. That one should be a rare offensive soul guide."

The corner of his mouth raised a slight arc. Although this was an offensive soul guidance device, the inscriptions inside it had been damaged and could not be repaired at present, making it a typical waste product.

Feng Ce was extremely smart. He had been brought up in the business world. He knew as soon as he heard this that the solemn-faced man was trying to trick him in his words.

"It looks like trash at first glance."

Feng Ce glanced at the soul tool and said disdainfully, looking very arrogant like a playboy.

Flender's face darkened, his smile disappeared, and he didn't know whether this kid really understood or pretended to understand.

"Aren't there any other good things?" Feng Ce was a little impatient.

Flanders thought for a moment, this guy is not easy to fool.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed through his head, and he remembered something.

"Yes, wait."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sole-faced man ran to the corner and rummaged through the box. After a while, he came back with a ring in his hand.

The ring looked ordinary, a mithril ring.

"Master host, I feel that the ring is very similar to the aura on your body." The system's sultry voice sounded.

This surprised Feng Ce. He picked up the ring and looked at it. There were many incomprehensible lines engraved on the inner ring of the ring, which constantly emitted trace amounts of soul power fluctuations.

This ring is also a soul tool, and its engraving method is extremely advanced. It can perfectly engrave the inscription of a soul tool into a ring, which requires very complex and cumbersome craftsmanship, as well as exquisite technology.

Seeing the change of expression on Feng Ce's face, Flanders' mustache curled up and he said with a smile: "Well, this Fengshen Huanyue is a good thing, right?"

This mithril ring, Fengshen Huanyue, was accidentally obtained by him twenty years ago. It is said that it is the masterpiece of the ancient soul tool master.

He tried to activate it, but the ring did not match his soul power. He also tried it on several friends, but he still couldn't activate it.

Later, I gradually gave up on this idea. It is probably because the inscription inside has been damaged. Could it be that the ring still chooses the owner?

So this ring became a treasure at the bottom of the box, and I don’t think about it until today.

No wonder the system said that Fengshen Huanyue matched his attributes.

"It's okay. It's not bad to wear it for fun."

Feng Ce calmed down his curious expression and looked at the ring on his finger. It looked good. His expression was like looking at a piece of jewelry instead of a soul tool. He looked like a typical person who is stupid about how much money he has.

After all, wealthy young men like to wear gold and silver.

Flender looked at it, and it seemed like something was up, so he wanted to give him a hard blow. Anyway, this ring only had collection value for him.

Before Flanders could say anything, Feng Ce went straight in.

"Make a price, Dean Monster."

"Um"

Flanders was just thinking about a price that the other party would be more willing to accept. Although the other party was a rich man, if the price was too high, it would scare people away, and if the price was too low, it would be a loss for his decades-long collection.

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"What are you talking about?" Flanders was shocked. He had been doing business in Soto City for many years, but he had never been recognized.