Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1123 - 1121: How Much Is My Xuanyuan Sword Worth?

The con artist was taken aback, understanding only after a while.

He had been played!

The guy in front of him was deliberately making things difficult for him!

After spending a grueling day in this desolate place, he hadn't deceived a single person, nor earned a penny, and was even mocked in return.

He was practically boiling with rage, his face turning beet red, trembling all over in agitation.

Lin Fan ignored the con artist, pulling the old man along as he prepared to leave.

The con artist realized what was happening.

How dare you ruin my act and then try to leave?!

Where would my dignity go!

"Don't you go!"

Thud, thud, thud!

The con artist rushed forward in two strides, grabbing onto Lin Fan's shoulder.

But.

As soon as he touched Lin Fan's shoulder, his body went numb, and then he felt himself fly through the air, somersaulting over Lin Fan and the old man, landing heavily in front of them.

Utterly embarrassed.

The old man looked on in shock, unable to believe the con artist now lying on the ground wailing.

"This, this is..."

"It's nothing, sir, let's go."

Lin Fan smiled slightly, dismissively.

Such a useless insect, he didn't even bother to take seriously.

Despite only being at the cultivation realm of a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, he could match Dongmen Nu, so dealing with this petty thief was barely worth mentioning.

Therefore.

When the con artist touched Lin Fan, a powerful spiritual power instantly seized him.

Brain.

Body.

Limbs.

All lost control, shooting into the air only to crash back to the ground.

Lin Fan was also unceremonious, stepping on the con artist, making him cry out in pain again.

The con artist suffered bitterly, feeling as if his waist had snapped.

Lin Fan appeared to be gentle, yet that one step seemed to bear the weight of a mountain, pressing down like a million pounds.

The con artist was in such agony that tears streamed from his eyes, his face contorted with pain.

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

The crowd that had been watching began to shout and surround them.

It turned out.

They were all accomplices of the con artist, not a single genuine buyer among them.

The old man, who had been skeptical before, finally realized what was happening upon seeing this.

"Young man, thank you. If not for you, I would have been fooled."

The money he had worked so hard to earn was almost swindled, the old man was indignant.

Lin Fan glanced disdainfully.

"So you're all in cahoots, conning an old man, don't you have any shame?"

"You dare hurt our boss!"

The group of accomplices lifted their heads angrily, glaring at Lin Fan with the intention of tearing him apart.

The old man's heart pounded, his body shivering, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead.

The other side had six robust young men, and Lin Fan was alone.

If they attacked together, there was no way they could hold them off.

"Young man, you— you should leave."

He suddenly grasped his walking stick with both hands, trembling as he stepped in front of Lin Fan, tense with anxiety.

"You saved me from being swindled, I can't let you get hurt. You need to go, I— I can handle this..."

Though he mustered up the courage, his legs trembled and weakened uncontrollably.

Lin Fan was taken aback, not expecting the old man to show such gratitude.

Yet, it wasn't necessary for the old man to get involved.

These punks weren't even worth his effort.

The six young men, flushed with anger, sneered when they saw the old man standing between them and Lin Fan.

"Old geezer, keen to die? Get lost now!"

"Trying to act tough with those old bones, we'll scatter your bones!"

"Get lost! You hurt our boss, you're looking for trouble!"

"Old fogey, get out of the way, or we won't hold back!"

The old man, though deeply nervous, held his ground, wielding his walking stick to block the six young men.

He glanced back to see Lin Fan still standing there, showing no sign of leaving.

Stunned, he anxiously shouted.

"Young man! Why are you just standing there, go! I can't hold them off for long."

Lin Fan chuckled softly, ignoring him, instead casting a cold gaze at the six young men.

His eyes suddenly filled with a murderous, violent aura.

Imposing and overwhelming.

The six young men halted in their tracks, feeling oddly uneasy as a chill ran down their spines.

Unknowingly.

Their palms were drenched with sweat.

Wha- what's happening?

The six exchanged glances, not daring to take another step forward.

The old man, thinking he had scared them away, let out a delighted laugh, baring his teeth: "Come on! Let's see what you got, you little punks. You nearly tricked me!"

However.

He didn't realize what truly terrified them was Lin Fan's bone-chilling stare behind him.

Savage.

Furious.

Cold.

Merciless.

As if with one move, he could make them disappear without a trace.

Nothing was more important than their lives.

That's why they dared not advance further, unsure what to do.

The con artist lay there for a while before slowly climbing up, twisting his waist, bones cracking audibly.

The sharp pain immediately drenched him in sweat, soaking his clothes.

"You bastard, tired of living!"

He glared fiercely at Lin Fan, but the fierce look in Lin Fan's eyes startled him.

His heart skipped a beat.

But then he realized he couldn't back down, not while his lackeys were watching.

"Fuck you!"

The con artist shouted.

"Let me show you the power of my 'Xuanyuan Sword'!"

Instantly.

He moved quickly, brandishing the 'Xuanyuan Sword', charging at the old man.

The old man stood frozen, eyes wide in terror.

He had never seen such a scene before, standing there like a wooden statue, legs trembling and unable to move.

The con artist's speed was swift!

In less than a breath!

He reached the old man, raising the 'Xuanyuan Sword' high.

"Prepare to die!"

Despite his target being Lin Fan, he realized Lin Fan wasn't easy to mess with, so he changed his target to the old man.

After all, weaklings were easier to pick on.

Swish!

The 'Xuanyuan Sword' sliced through the air, aiming for the old man's forehead.

The old man's pupils dilated, filled with the sight of the descending blade and the con artist's sinister grin.

Clang!

Just before it struck the old man.

There was the sound of metal clashing!

The con artist immediately felt a numbing pain in his arms, the sensation spreading throughout his body.

He staggered back three steps, barely steadying himself.

He looked up in surprise.

Before him was a dazzling golden light.

Lin Fan had darted forward at some point, standing impressively in front of the old man with a sword glowing with golden light in hand.

"You're seeking death!"

The con artist found he could still move, raising the 'Xuanyuan Sword', ready to attack again.

But out of the corner of his eye, he froze.

The 'Xuanyuan Sword' was already shattered into four or five pieces, leaving only the hilt in his hand, the blade fallen to the ground.

He gasped in shock, a cold sweat forming.

All his lackeys were equally stunned, agape, in disbelief.

Lin Fan smiled knowingly.

He waved the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, its light radiating brightly.

"I wonder how much you think this Xuanyuan Sword of mine is worth?"

With that, he walked away with the old man.

These punks weren't worth his effort.

The con artist stood there like a dummy for a long time before snapping out of it.

What rotten luck today, running into the true Xuanyuan Sword!

No wonder the other party was so confident.

But, isn't the real Xuanyuan Sword said to be with a young man named Lin Fan?

And doesn't this Lin Fan have some grudges with Yi Tianqiu from the Shennong Clan?

With a puzzled expression, the con artist watched Lin Fan and the old man's departing figures, lost in thought.

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