Peerless Martial Soul

There was some worry in Chen Feng's heart. He felt as if he had escaped his control at that moment, which made him a little worried, but he suppressed this worry in an instant.

Then, he turned his head to look at the chief steward, smiled and said: "Master, this knife, I haven't paid for it yet, but I borrowed it rashly. I hope you forgive me."

The chief steward laughed: "Young Master Chen, you took action out of righteousness, and avenged our soldiers and weapons. I am too grateful, but how can I be angry?"

"What? Qi Yuanliang is dead?" Lieyang Wenrui stood up suddenly, stared at the Lieyang family guard in front of him, and let out a cry of disbelief.

The guard of the Lieyang Family trembled with fright, and said, "Yes, it's dead."

"He went to challenge Chen Feng today, but was slashed by Chen Feng before the soldiers and weapons shop!"

"What? How many? Do you say how many?" Lie Yang Wenrui narrowed his eyes, and there was a dangerous light flashing inside.

The guard tremblingly said, "One knife."

"Are you sure it only took one knife?"

"I'm sure, everyone has seen it!" the guard said.

"Okay." Lieyang Wenrui showed a cold look on his face, waved his hand and motioned him to step down.

Then, the icy color on his face turned into a dignified look: "Chen Feng, Chen Feng, I didn't expect your strength to progress very quickly, and you would kill the Nine Star Martial King Peak Master with a single blow."

But then, this dignity turned into a thick arrogance and disdain: "But, what about it?"

"My strength is far beyond your reach. I am afraid that you can do everything you can with your knife? And for me, such moves can be issued countless times."

"Okay, I am looking forward to you, I am looking forward to your fame now, and I am looking forward to your prominence now, so that I will step on you with Uncle Dao happier and more comfortable!"

"After all, trampling is a nameless person, not a skill, trampling to death a young handsome like you makes people happy!"

He let out a burst of laughter. As for Qi Yuanliang's death, he didn't care about it at all.

The cold blood of this person is evident!

Chen Feng asked the chief steward: "Master, this blood-stained giant knife, how much do you want to sell?"

The boss stretched out five fingers, and then repeated it again.

Chen Feng raised his brows and asked, "A million pieces of Xuanhuangshi?"

The boss smiled and said, "That's right."

Chen Feng took a deep breath. This knife was equivalent to the entire property of several First-Class families.

However, this is also unimaginable. After all, this kind of thing is a rare thing, a treasure of the world, and it is definitely rare in the entire Tianyuan Dynasty!

He pondered for a moment and said, "I can't come up with so much gossip now, can I use other things to offset it?"

"What do you use?" the chief steward asked.

Chen Feng said slowly: "Demon Pill."

"Of course." The chief steward said with a smile: "Our family still consumes a lot of demon pills, and we are also collecting this kind of things in large quantities. If you can provide high-level demon pills, I can still help. You must raise some prices!"

Chen Feng smiled and said, "What's the price?"

"Eight Star Demon King's early demon pill, a fifty thousand black yellow stone."

"Eight-star Wuwang mid-stage demon pill, an 80,000 black yellow stone."

"Eight-star Martial King Peak Demon Pill, a 150,000 black yellow stone!"

Chen Feng nodded, and took out all the demon pills he had obtained these days.

The big steward said with a smile, "There are a total of 1.1 million black yellow stones. Otherwise, don’t take the extra 100,000 black yellow stones. I will sell you a book. , It’s sold to you at a discount."

"Sell it to me at a discount, and you need 100,000 Xuan Huangshi?" Chen Feng raised his brows and asked with interest, "I don't know what book it is?"

The manager's expression became awe-inspiring, and he said, "This book is a map compiled by our ancestors who have spent tens of thousands of years traveling around the mainland."

"This map has marked forty-seven locations where weapon souls may appear!"

"Of course, it's just possible. I don't dare to fully confirm it. Some are even hearsay, but presumably, this is also very helpful to Master Chen, right?"

Chen Feng shivered violently, with excitement in his eyes.

Such a map, one hundred thousand mysterious yellowstone sold to myself, it is really too cheap.

Chen Feng estimated that even if it sells 500,000 Xuan Huangshi, some strong people will break their heads. After all, this involves the soul of the weapon!

Chen Feng said immediately: "Then thank you for the job."

The boss smiled and nodded, then went back to the secret room and took out a thick, already yellowed scroll, and gave it to Chen Feng!

The two said a few more words, and Chen Feng said goodbye.

Looking at his back, the manager sighed in his heart: "Chen Feng, our soldier family, sorry for you, I, sorry for you."

"The Art of the Soul of the Artifact, should it be a compensation for you!"

Chen Feng returned to sitting on Wangya, looked at the blood-stained giant knife in his hand, and suddenly smiled bitterly.

He patted the huge blade: "Because of you, I suddenly became poor and white again."

At this time, Chen Feng also realized the sweetness of escalating in the battle and gaining wealth by hunting monsters in the battle.

You know, a million pieces of Xuan Huangshi, he could never get it out in the past, but now it is equivalent to a monster that has killed more than ten days and has collected these!

Chen Feng laughed loudly: "What are you afraid of if the demon pill is gone? Just kill the demon beast!"

Then, Chen Feng carried the blood-stained giant knife to the dam.

This is the 20th day since the beast tide started, and Chen Feng just felt something wrong when he arrived on the dam.

It turned out that at this time, there were large reddish-brown traces everywhere on the dam. It can be seen that it has been deliberately cleaned, but it can't be washed away.

Because this is the blood of monks, this is the blood of innocent people.

Sprinkle on the stone, as if it can be deeply cast into it!

Chen Feng said softly: "This means that the battlefield has already advanced from the surface of the water to the dam, and the dam is about to be unbearable."

At this time, Chen Feng also saw that the number of disciples in the inner courtyard stationed here was thirty or forty fewer than before.

Presumably, those people have already died in battle.

Above the Wangjiang Tower, the dozen or so true disciples who had previously supported sat there silently. All of them had very ugly faces, and there were many injuries on their bodies. Some even broke their arms and legs. , Even got blinded!

One can imagine how tragic the battle in the previous three days was.