CHAPTER 322: CHAPTER 321: IS HE LIN FENG?

"These Wind Chasing Sun Boots are a rare treasure that greatly enhance movement speed, and since speed has always been my weakness, these boots are perfect for me."

"Too bullying? What if I just bully you?"

The tall young man, Wen Yuanshan, had an arrogant expression on his face.

"You...!"

Lu Yan was so angry that his face changed colors, but after a while, he sighed deeply, turned his ashen face, and walked away.

Lu Yan gave in. Facing the powerful Dynasty, he had no choice but to submit. If he risked his life for these boots, it would not be worth it.

Seeing Lu Yan leave, Wen Yuanshan sneered with a look full of triumph.

Immediately, Wen Yuanshan turned to the steward behind the counter and said, "Steward, these Wind Chasing Sun Boots are mine, here are your Contribution Points."

With those words, Wen Yuanshan was ready to pay the Contribution Points.

The onlooking disciples sighed continuously. Many people were interested in these boots, but faced with the Dynasty disciple Wen Yuanshan, they could only give up unwillingly, with no one daring to step forward to compete.

"Hold on, I’m also interested in these boots!"

Just then, suddenly, another voice rang out.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a handsome young man pushing through the crowd, stepping forward.

The young man was Lin Feng, who was indeed interested in these Wind Chasing Sun Boots, as the name alone suggested they were extraordinary.

Moreover, Lin Feng was quite annoyed by the Dynasty disciple, Wen Yuanshan.

Dynasty disciples, all the same arrogance, disregarding everyone else, thinking that with the Dynasty’s name above their heads, they can do as they please!

Wen Yuanshan’s piercing gaze fixed on Lin Feng as he coldly said, "You want to compete with me for them?"

Lin Feng, however, did not look at Wen Yuanshan, but instead asked the steward behind the counter, "What are the special uses of these Wind Chasing Sun Boots?"

The steward, a middle-aged woman, smiled and replied, "These Wind Chasing Sun Boots were surrendered by a Core Disciple. They are of Level Two Upper Grade. After appraisal, it was found they were crafted from the flesh wings of a Level Three Demon Beast, the Wind Chasing Silver Bat. These boots were originally intended to be crafted into a Level Three Low Grade treasure, but due to some unknown reason, the crafting failed, hence they are only of Level Two Upper Grade. However, since the materials are of high quality, even as a Level Two Upper Grade, they are not much worse than some ordinary Level Three Low Grade Battle Boots."

"For a Great Martial Master, wearing these Wind Chasing Sun Boots can double their speed!"

The middle-aged woman detailed the features of the Wind Chasing Sun Boots to Lin Feng.

She was rather hoping that Lin Feng would compete with Wen Yuanshan, in which case the price of the boots could be driven higher.

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng’s eyes suddenly shone bright; this was indeed a rare treasure.

His speed was already outstanding among his peers, and with these Wind Chasing Sun Boots, wouldn’t his abilities become even more heaven-defying!

"I’ll offer 20,000 Contribution Points for these Wind Chasing Sun Boots!"

Lin Feng said with a smile.

"What?"

Everyone was shocked; they had not expected Lin Feng to actually compete with Wen Yuanshan.

Does this man not know how powerful the Dynasty is? Is he seeking death?

Many quietly shook their heads, mourning for Lin Feng.

"Kid, don’t you know that these Wind Chasing Sun Boots are already mine?"

Wen Yuanshan narrowed his eyes and said with a cold glint shining through.

Murderous intent had already formed in his heart. As a member of the Dynasty, it had been a long time since anyone outside the Dynasty dared to disrespect him!

Although he was only a Martial Master Eighth Layer in cultivation, even some Great Martial Master Ninth Layer Inner Sect Disciples were cordial and respectful towards him.

Today, this young man before him dared to ignore him and directly attempt to snatch his treasure.

That’s right! In Wen Yuanshan’s mind, the Wind Chasing Sun Boots were already his property!

How could he not be furious!

"If you offer a higher price than mine, then you can have them!"

Lin Feng sneered.

Wen Yuanshan let out a cold huff and said, "I bid 23,000 Contribution Points..."

Before Wen Yuanshan could finish speaking, Lin Feng interjected again: "25,000 Contribution Points!"

"You...!"

Wen Yuanshan was seething with anger. 23,000 Contribution Points was already his limit; he simply couldn’t offer more!

A surge of rage flooded Wen Yuanshan’s heart.

The price Lin Feng offered was too high; he simply didn’t have enough Contribution Points to compete with Lin Feng.

After sizing up Lin Feng carefully, Wen Yuanshan’s brows suddenly raised and he started to sneer.

"I thought you were some kind of expert, but it turns out you’re just a Great Martial Master at the Seventh Layer. With your little strength, you want to compete with me for treasures?"

Wen Yuanshan’s face showed disdain as he arrogantly bellowed, "I’m giving you five breaths to get lost. If not, don’t blame me for being rude!"

Wen Yuanshan was very domineering, not only more skilled than Lin Feng but also backed by the Dynasty, displaying no fear at all.

Unable to surpass Lin Feng in Contribution Points, Wen Yuanshan was prepared to fight forcefully for it.

The corners of Lin Feng’s mouth curled into a mocking smile; Wen Yuanshan’s words didn’t anger him but instead brought a faint smile to his face.

He had already experienced the arrogance of the Dynasty’s disciples more than once.

"You’re giving me five breaths, but I’m not inclined to offer you any time!"

Lin Feng’s expression suddenly changed, and he shouted coldly, "Leave in one breath!"

"What?"

Wen Yuanshan was stunned, his mind unable to catch up.

Who he was, a Great Martial Master at the Eighth Layer, a Dynasty disciple!

And now, someone at the Seventh Layer of a Great Martial Master dares to tell him to get lost!

The bystanders were also astonished; among the Fourth Generation Disciples, very few dared to tell a Dynasty disciple to get lost.

Yet now, a Seventh Layer Great Martial Master disciple was telling an Eighth Layer Great Martial Master Dynasty disciple to get lost!

The crowd shook their heads secretly, thinking this guy was done for; even if he didn’t die today, his days were numbered!

"Kid, good! Very good!"

Wen Yuanshan laughed from anger, his voice chilling, "To be arrogant, you need to have the capital. Today, I want to see what makes you so bold!"

The moment Wen Yuanshan finished speaking, he immediately made his move, his hand outstretched, and a massive handprint charged through the air towards Lin Feng.

"Get lost!"

The cold shout rang out again.

In the next instant, Wen Yuanshan’s handprint disintegrated, and a golden, bright fist suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Crack!

The grating sound of breaking bones echoed, and Wen Yuanshan’s body was sent flying like a cannonball, whooshing out of the Purple Gold Hall’s entrance.

It was only after a short while that screams could be heard from outside the door of the Purple Gold Pavilion.

Everyone was dumbstruck, shocked to their core.

A Seventh Layer Great Martial Master had sent an Eighth Layer Great Martial Master flying in one move?

Could this person’s combat power be so formidable?

Lin Feng, however, paid no mind to the crowd’s astonishment, and directly presented his Identity Jade to the middle-aged woman, saying, "Steward, 25,000 Contribution Points. The Wind Chasing Sun Boots are mine now!"

"Oh!"

The middle-aged woman finally came to her senses, accepted Lin Feng’s Contribution Points, and handed over the Wind Chasing Sun Boots to him.

After pocketing the Wind Chasing Sun Boots, Lin Feng turned and left without looking back, leaving behind a crowd full of discussions.