Nine Stars Killer

Lifting the driving curtain, Ye Feng walked down from the carriage, watching a huge city appear in front of him, even bigger than Sioux City, very magnificent, the city wall was ten feet tall.

"Young Master Ye, this is the imperial city of Li Yuanguo, let's go in, rest for a day, and we continue on our way."

The groom seemed to be very familiar with the environment here, and took Ye Feng into the huge imperial city.

Entering the street, there are various shops on both sides, and a large number of warriors shuttle among them. No matter young or old, you can basically see it on the street. This development of Li Yuanguo has exceeded Ye Feng's imagination.

"Let's find a restaurant to eat first, and then find a place to rest!"

On this road, Ye Feng was tired of eating and sleeping every day. He planned to find a place to have a good meal and sleep in Meimei.

"Young Master Ye, I suggest you go to Zuixiang Tower. The food there is definitely the best in the Imperial City."

The groom recommended a place for Ye Feng.

"Well, lead the way, we'll go to Zuixianglou."

Ye Feng didn't know where to go to eat. Since the groom mentioned it, he was in the middle of his arms, it sounds like the name is also good, Zuixianglou, drunk in a foreign country would not hesitate.

Passing through the streets, horseshoes made the sound of towers and towers, leaving a series of notes on the huge bluestone. Anything can attract Ye Feng's attention. It is the first time to enter such a prosperous place, many places feel very strange.

"Wait a minute, I'll go in and see!"

Passing by a shop, Ye Feng suddenly stopped.

"Dibaoge, what a domineering name!"

Ye Feng stood in front of this shop, with three huge words on the door plaque. Ye Feng stepped over the threshold and entered the shop, which was much bigger than Ye Feng imagined.

"Master, do you have anything I can do for you?"

An old man dressed as a servant walked up and asked Ye Feng.

"I see it is written outside, you also charge some weapons in exchange for other resources, is it true?"

Ye Feng originally planned to replace some of the useless spirit weapons on his body, and it was useless to keep them. Every time he practiced, Ye Feng needed a terrifying amount of true spirit pills. Although he got a lot from Yao Wushuang and Chen Feiyu, they Compared with Ye Feng's devouring speed, he still couldn't satisfy.

"It's true. If this young man has any weapon he doesn't want to use, he can exchange it with us." The old man was very polite.

Ye Feng was quickly transferred to a special exchange area, where most of the sales were weapons, and even Ye Feng heard that someone was casting weapons. Through the curtain, Ye Feng saw an incredible scene, and saw that someone was also performing the inscription soul technique. The inscription pattern is carved, but compared with Ye Feng, the inscription pattern is too rough.

"Excuse me, are weapons being cast inside?"

Ye Feng was very interested.

"Yes, our Dibao Pavilion specializes in selling weapons. We have a foundry and a first-class casting division. In the Imperial City, more than 70% of the weapons are from our Dibao Pavilion." The old man was very proud.

What Ye Feng was curious about was not the casting of weapons here, but his attention to Ming Soul Art. According to the current cultivation system, Ming Soul Art had disappeared. Why did Ye Feng just see it.

"Excuse me for saying more, I saw someone portraying something just now, are they also casting weapons?"

Ye Feng wanted to figure it out, after all, the inscription soul technique was very peculiar, and even at a certain level, relying on the inscription pattern could improve the medicine level and martial skill level.

To make an analogy, if an ordinary pill, let Ye Feng engrave the elixir inscription and blend it into the pill, the quality of the pill will be greatly improved, and this is the horror of the soul master.

"Ahem, is this young man asking too much? If you are here to exchange weapons, please, please."

The old man coughed a few times and seemed unwilling to reveal too much. After all, every store has its own secrets, and it is impossible to disclose all the secrets.

"Excuse me for talking, let's please!"

Since the other party didn't want to mention it, Ye Feng couldn't continue to ask questions. He waited until he had the opportunity to study the soul inscription technique.

Ye Feng took out the unused spirit tools in the storage ring. There were about forty or so, all Ye Feng obtained from others, and some from Merck.

"Calculate it for me. I will exchange all these spirit tools for real spirit pills."

Ye Feng needed a lot of true spirit pills, this time it seemed cruel, a spirit tool was worth at least five thousand true spirit pills, and even a good one was even higher.

"My son, wait a moment, we will give you an answer immediately after we finish the identification."

The old man is obviously also an appraiser. He picked up a handle and watched it carefully to see if there were cracks or damage. Once a handle was broken, it would be greatly discounted, and he could not even sell many real ones. Panacea.

Every time he checked a piece, the old man would make a corresponding record, and Ye Feng didn't bother to watch it. The spiritual sense was quietly exuding, and it was the casting room behind the curtain.

When the divine sense reached the door curtain, it seemed to be blocked by a faint halo, unable to penetrate it.

"Sure enough!" Ye Feng thought secretly.

If everyone comes in and uses their divine sense to check in, wouldn't it be clear to everyone that it was restricted by humans, and divine sense cannot enter.

Ye Feng still didn't give up. This time, his divine consciousness condensed into a thin soul sword, shaped like a drill, hitting the restriction, trying to break a gap and enter the casting chamber.

"laugh!"

The soul sword let out a sneer, and actually went through the restriction, which requires a powerful spirit to enter, even the Earth Martial Realm is not as powerful as Ye Feng's spirit.

After the Divine Sense entered, Ye Feng found a huge refining room where many people were sweating like rain. The temperature here was extremely high. Even if Ye Feng's Divine Sense came in, he could feel a heat wave.

There are about ten caster furnaces here, nine of them burned with raging fire, some materials melted into the flames, the caster took out a large tongs, took out the resources, the three of them kept beating together to remove the impurities in a piece of metal Clear it out.

Ye Feng was not interested in ordinary refining techniques. Ye Feng looked to the far right and found a man in his thirties. He drew arcs in his hands and carved inscriptions. A huge stone exploded in his hand. Kai, turned into a liquid, blended into a long sword, and was casting a spiritual weapon.

Although the inscription pattern is very different from the one depicted by Ye Feng, and not even at the same level, the proficiency of the opponent's refining is obviously much stronger than that of Ye Feng, after all, Ye Feng is only refining for the first time.

suddenly!

This 30-something man seemed to know that someone was peeping from behind, and suddenly turned his head, Ye Feng's spirit felt naked and exposed in the air. Although the other party did not notice, his strong vigilance had already discovered that someone had sneaked in.

"So vigilant!"

Ye Feng took the spirit back in the first time and did not dare to stay. The strength of this man's spirit was not weaker than his own, or even stronger.

The first requirement of cultivating inscription soul technique is that the soul must be strong, and people with weak soul cannot control the inscription pattern. So the moment Ye Feng approached, the man discovered it.

"My son, I have already counted them. You have a total of forty-two spirit artifacts here. Three of them have cracks and four are damaged. The others are intact. We need a lot of time to repair those damaged and cracked. It's a big discount."

The old man told the truth, he found cracks on a few spirit weapons, and some of them were damaged in battle.

"Well, you can do the calculations for me and see how many true spirit pills I can exchange for!"

Anyway, it was all for nothing, and Ye Feng didn't take it very seriously, as long as he could exchange for True Spirit Pill.

"Wait a minute, I will calculate for you right away!"

The old man took out something similar to a compass, typed various words on it, and a new row of numbers appeared soon.

"It is worth two hundred thousand true spirit pills. If the son is willing, we can trade now."

The amount given by the old man was fair, not much different from Ye Feng's idea, or even slightly more.

"Okay, deal!"

Ye Feng is very refreshing.

"My son wait a moment, I will prepare a real spirit pill for you immediately!"

After the old man finished speaking, he walked behind the counter, and he seemed to be preparing for the real spirit pill.

And at this moment, a man walked out of the casting room behind him. He was a burly man, probably in his thirties. At the moment he came out, the entire lobby of the Dibao Pavilion hummed like an invisible sound. The pressure was born, this is soul power.

"Look at it, Master Ku has appeared. Why is he here today? Shouldn't he be casting the device behind?"

The entire Dibao Pavilion screamed. It was obvious that this man was very popular. After all, he was the first casting division of the Dibao Pavilion. The weapons he cast had almost been lined up for the end of the coming year.

Ignoring the exclamation of the surroundings, Master Ku's eyes swept around, and the powerful spirits passed by almost everyone.

Being able to be called a master at the age of thirty, this bitter master is really amazing.

After swept over dozens of people, Master Ku finally turned his eyes to Ye Feng's side, and when he swept over Ye Feng, he finally freezed.

Stepping forward, he actually walked towards Ye Feng, and Ye Feng gave a wry smile. It seems that the other party still sensed his own soul. For the powerful soul master, he is very sensitive to the soul power.

If someone scans Ye Feng with Divine Soul, Ye Feng can recognize him at the first time even if there is a long interval. This is the power of Ming Soul Master.

Master Ku didn't speak, but sat down quietly. The old man who had just left was also puzzled, not understanding why Master Ku suddenly appeared. Master Ku is the pillar of the Dibao Pavilion. In the eyes of everyone, except for the owner of the Dibao Pavilion, this Master Ku has the highest prestige. If Master Ku refuses to refine the tools, the Dibao Pavilion will be closed within three days. .

"Your soul power is very strong, it is rare to have such a strong soul power at such a young age!"

Master Ku's tone was very calm.

"you flatter me!"

Ye Feng's tone was calm, without any excessive expressions, and the other party did not insert what was just now, Ye Feng was already very grateful.

"Looking at your appearance, you seem to know the art of refining well?" Master Ku continued.