Chapter 875

The lucky and strong Shaman Hunter seemed a bit afraid that Little Wei Yuan would go back on his word; after laughing wildly, he suddenly stopped, then looked around vigilantly, turned around, and wanted to leave.

"Please stay, this Strong Shaman." Little Wei Yuan called him.

"Why, do you want to go back on your word? Don't look for death!"

Little Wei Yuan said lightly: "This kind of tone? If this Shaman wanted to go back on his word, could you still resist?"

Murderous intent flashed on the strong Great Shaman's face, the temperature in the courtyard suddenly rose sharply, and in an instant, it turned into a daylight purgatory! This Shaman let out a ferocious laugh, his palm turned into a claw, and his fingertips were dripping with fire; he slapped Little Wei Yuan on the head!

The daylight purgatory covered half of the market in an instant; the Power Shamans in the courtyard were all in pain, and Hunter Three-One and True Steel could only barely stand, their faces already terrified.

Hunter Three-One shouted in a choked voice: "It's Hunter Seven! Be careful, he is a Wild Shaman!"

Without Hunter Three-One's reminder, Little Wei Yuan knew the other party was a Wild Shaman before the daylight purgatory was released; the rich smell overflowing from the mind-reflection world couldn't be hidden from Little Wei Yuan's spiritual sense.

But the Wild Realm daylight that could melt steel was useless on Little Wei Yuan; Little Wei Yuan was not affected at all, raised his hand, and blocked the claw that slapped down on his head!

One finger of the giant claw was thicker than Little Wei Yuan at this moment, but Little Wei Yuan and the ground he stood on were like one body, both incomparably hard. Hunter Seven used too much force in this slap, and as a result, it was like slapping a nail; Little Wei Yuan's entire left arm was submerged in his claw!

Little Wei Yuan grabbed again with his right hand, and 【Compassion】 arrived through the air, landing in his hand. He raised his spear and dropped it; with three 'pop, pop, pop' sounds that merged into one, he had already stabbed Hunter Seven three times!

Under 'Destroying Firmness', three large holes of a foot square appeared on Hunter Seven's Dharma body!

Boundless strength surged from Little Wei Yuan's body, and he gently shook, pushing Hunter Seven back a few steps. Hunter Seven's face was shocked, he withdrew the daylight purgatory, and said: "This Shaman admits defeat! I don't want the things!"

"Stand still for me!" Little Wei Yuan shouted.

Hunter Seven's face was ugly, and he said: "What else do you want? If this deity wants to leave, can you still keep me?"

Little Wei Yuan said coldly: "What do I keep you for, to eat? I called you just now to let you take the box away, as a bonus. But you dared to move your hands against me, so naturally, I have to give you a lesson."

Hunter Seven looked at the iron box again, only to find that it was made of fine Wild Iron, and the three boxes were also worth more than a hundred catties of Wild Iron. Even if Hunter Seven was rich and imposing, he would still pick up a hundred catties of Wild Iron if he saw it on the road.

Hunter Seven's expression was complex, and he said: "I can still take things away?"

Little Wei Yuan said: "This was originally yours, why can't you take it away?"

Hunter Seven collected the arrowhead and picked up the iron box; during the whole process, Little Wei Yuan just watched coldly, without any extra movements.

Hunter Seven looked at Little Wei Yuan deeply, and a strand of gold-red luck fell into Little Wei Yuan's sea of consciousness, so Little Wei Yuan knew what Wild Shaman luck looked like.

There is such a gain? Little Wei Yuan's mouth couldn't help but want to rise, but it was finally suppressed.

If this were True Steel, he would probably laugh wildly for a stick of incense, laughing until all the neighbors knew he had made a fortune before stopping.

Hunter Seven walked toward the outside of the courtyard, and when he reached the door, he suddenly asked: "Can I ask a few more questions? What is your other name? Also, are you a Wild Shaman?"

Little Wei Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, the spear tip pointing to the ground, feeling that his posture was dashing and elegant, and then said: "Which eye of yours saw that this Shaman has a mind-reflection world? This Shaman is naturally not a Wild Shaman. As for other names..."

Little Wei Yuan looked toward True Steel; to be honest, he didn't know what other names meant. True Steel understood and immediately said: "The Craft God's battle name is: Great Wild Spear God!"

Little Wei Yuan almost reached out to cover his face; this True Steel really had a lack of vocabulary, so he could only go on stage himself: "This Shaman, Great Wild Spear Saint."

Fortunately, this is not the Azure Void, otherwise, this shameful behavior of giving himself a nickname would probably be talked about for a long, long time.

Hunter Seven looked Little Wei Yuan up and down and muttered to himself: "Actually not a Wild Shaman, actually not a Wild Shaman?"

Little Wei Yuan sneered: "If this Shaman were a Wild Shaman, would you still have your life after three stabs?"

Hunter Seven's wounds were healing rapidly at this time, accompanied by the rustling sound of flesh and blood growing and closing. Little Wei Yuan didn't stab the vital points, all were aimed at places with more meat. The Wild Shaman's flesh regeneration ability is quite fierce; the three holes that looked terrifying just a moment ago were almost healed.

Hunter Seven didn't say anything more, took the things and left; when he walked out, he held his head high and chest out; those who didn't know would think he had severely injured Little Wei Yuan. Then, after going out, a strand of gold-red luck quietly fell on Little Wei Yuan.

The first Great Shaman who bought the spirit rabbit had a complex expression and also quietly picked up the iron box. Seeing that there were no more goods for sale today, the crowd of Shamans dispersed on their own, but left behind eight strands of luck.

Winning against the strong with the weak, suppressing beauty with ugliness; in such a wonderful battle, there were more than thirty Power Shamans in total, why did less than thirty percent give luck? Little Wei Yuan pondered hard, what exactly did he do wrong that he couldn't make the remaining Shamans worship him? Was his hand soft and he didn't stab the vital points, or did he stab too few times, and he had to stab it into a honeycomb?

Just as he was thinking, a somewhat immature voice suddenly sounded in the distance, and a small Shaman was pulling the corner of an old man's clothes, excitedly saying: "Grandpa, look, there is an ugly Shaman playing with a spear over there, it looks like a..."

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was covered by the old Shaman, and they fled like flying.

Little Wei Yuan now knew where the problem was; he was unwilling, but there was nothing he could do.

The next day the bell rang, the small courtyard opened as usual, and a total of eight iron boxes were placed on the rack in the courtyard, all exactly the same as yesterday.

A Power Shaman walked up, put down a box of Wild Iron with a 'boom', and directly hugged two iron boxes and left, actually not opening them on the spot. Other Shamans followed suit, and in the blink of an eye, six iron boxes were bought away, none of them opened on the spot. Looking at the last two remaining iron boxes, the crowd of Shamans began to hesitate, not knowing whether they should take action; until closing time, these two iron boxes were not sold.

On the third day, Little Wei Yuan only put out four boxes, which were successfully sold.