C11 Arrogant Armageddon Night Song.

Ten minutes later, Ye Feng returned to the village.

However, he did not continue to walk into the village. Instead, he stopped at the Safety Zone next to the village entrance. At this time, there was a sea of people here.

"Everyone, come and take a look! I have a Swordsman, a Level 5 weapon that can only be sold for 10 silver coins!"

"Those who want medicinal upgrades, be careful! There's a Wildcat Team's 10 = 3 damage output here! "In addition, I want to hire a medicinal priest. Ladies first. "The positions here are limited. Whoever wants to apply, come quickly."

"The Sky Feather Pavilion Guild has recruited people. Those who want to join can join the group. Group number: 247530164!"

Ye Feng found an empty seat and decided to change his equipment. Because he could buy systems in the system shop. If Ye Feng sold it to exchange for money, then he would buy new white panel equipments. It would not be worth it.

Furthermore, there were quite a number of people like Ye Feng!

After he finished speaking, there were many people flocking over. At this time, everyone was short of money and equipment.

At a glance, most of them were still wearing the coarse clothes given to them by systems!

Comparatively speaking, the medicinal Ye Fengs on Ye Feng's body were rather eye-catching. A similarly medicinal Swordsman player casually walked over and said indifferently, "How much do you plan to sell this armor for?"

Ye Feng was speechless. He did not want to talk to him anymore.

No one would wear the equipment they wanted to sell. Since Ye Feng had put it on, he definitely wouldn't sell it.

Seeing that Ye Feng did not speak, the Swordsman smiled and said, "I can pay 20 silver coins!"

Ye Feng was slightly shocked. 20 silver coins was already quite a lot at the moment! Although he had always been ahead of others, But now he could not afford to pay that much money.

Could this guy be a nouveau riche?

But what if he had money? Ye Feng did not care. Moreover, Ye Feng had the equipment of a Level 5 Blackstone Artifact. How could this person spend 20 silver coins to buy it?

"30 silver coins!"

Ye Feng felt helpless when he heard the Swordsman increase the price again. Was this guy addicted to talking? Ye Feng said discontentedly, "I'm sorry! This is not for sale!"

That Swordsman snorted coldly.

The medicinal Swordsman kept looking at Ye Feng and said proudly," There is no non-for sale in this world at all. You just feel that my price is not high enough! Don't talk to me anymore. I'll give you 50 silver coins. We'll trade immediately!"

Everyone was stunned.

The surrounding crowd let out a sigh!

It was just a seemingly ordinary equipment. However, he had to spend 50 silver coins to buy it. Was he stupid?

In an instant, countless envious gazes fell upon Ye Feng.

But now, Ye Feng only wanted to get angry. He roared angrily at the Swordsman, "Listen well! I'll repeat it again! This is not for sale!"

"Is he stupid? He already offered 50 silver coins, yet he still doesn't sell it to him?" A person mocked.

The Swordsman's expression immediately became cold. He stared at Ye Feng and smiled. His tone was arrogant and slow as he said, "What if I have to buy it?"

Ye Feng said calmly, "Of course. But you have to wait until I change it tomorrow."

The Swordsman shouted angrily in dissatisfaction. It's your fortune that I can take a fancy to your equipment! You'd better not reject the dignity I gave you!"

Ye Feng refuted. "Dignity is earned by yourself, not given by others."

Ye Feng smiled faintly and ignored the troublemakers. He said loudly, "Level 5 leather armors for armor equipments, those who want to exchange can come and tell me."

"You can't exchange!"

The Swordsman cried out loudly and suddenly jumped back, saying fiercely, "Whoever dares to exchange equipment with this person today, I guarantee that he won't be able to leave the village!"

Speaking up to here, a nickname already appeared on Swordsman's forehead: Mori Wange!

"Mori Wange?" After a moment of silence, a commotion broke out in the crowd. "Is he from the Doomsday Dynasty?"

"That's right! The word 'doomsday' applied for a patent!" Someone said.

Another person said," Mori Wange? This name is very familiar! He can't be one of the four great Hall Master of Doomsday Dynasty's guild, Mori Wange, right?"

"That's right!"

Swordsman Mori Wange laughed out loud. His eyes were full of arrogance as he said coldly, "I am the White Tiger Hall's Hall Master in the Doomsday Dynasty's guild!"

Mori Wange looked at Ye Feng as he said, "Can we make a deal now?"

Ye Feng's heart was very complicated. Even though he did not play games often, he had heard of Doomsday Dynasty a long time ago.

The Doomsday Dynasty's strength was ranked third in China!

It, together with the Imperial Union who ranked first and the Supreme Pavilion who ranked second, formed the three most powerful forces in the China's guild.

At the same time, there were only these three families in the China, the Great Guilds!

Their forces were very large. In the guild, the Warsoul Hall ranked fourth had more than five million members.

However, it was only considered a large-scale medicinal guild!

It could be said that the entire China's Online Game Realm was divided into three factions based on the Great Guilds.

Any one of them was an existence that could shake the entire Online Game Realm!

Ye Feng was only a common folk. He had no way to fight against a powerful organization like the Doomsday Dynasty.

What should I do?

Ye Feng suddenly fell into a difficult situation. He entered the Fantasy Domain just to earn money. If he offended the Doomsday Dynasty, it would be very difficult for him to survive.

But then again, could it be that he offended them just because he didn't sell the equipment to them?

To be honest, it was really hard to say at this moment. In the virtual Game World, it was a world where the strong plundered the weak.

Most of the time, even if the weak suffered a loss, there was no place to uphold justice for them.

If a person wanted to reason with them, he must have strength. Only strength could decide a person's status.

But now...

Ye Feng was very conflicted. Although he no longer doubted whether Mori Wange would be able to take out 50 silver coins at once, this kind of transaction was too cowardly.

But if he didn't agree...

The four leather armors he had on him could not be sold. Or perhaps, he could only put them in the medicinal systems' shops in exchange for a low income. Because now, no one dared to exchange equipment with him, nor did anyone dare to buy his equipment.

They even deliberately pulled away from Ye Feng.

There was nothing they could do. The Doomsday Dynasty's strength was too strong! Not to mention the individual, even some large scale medicinal guilds could only stay far away from them.

However, Ye Feng was very unwilling!

Ye Feng glared at Mori Wange and put away his equipment. He said coldly, "I don't care who you are. I don't want to sell this equipment."

"You are very capable!"

Mori Wange sneered and said loudly, "Everyone remembers this person. If anyone dares to trade with him or form a team, he is going against the Doomsday Dynasty!"

Ye Feng gritted his teeth. He hoped that he could tear this person apart.

Unfortunately, this was Safety Zone. However, just as he was burning with anger, a stern voice suddenly came from the crowd. Is that so?"

Everyone was stunned. They saw a knight player striding out.