Peerless Martial Soul

After Chen Feng heard this, he immediately raised his eyebrows.

Normally he wouldn't care, but it involves fragments of martial arts skills, which are the resources he needs most now.

That's why he doesn't care.

Chen Feng looked in the direction of the sound.

Then he saw a middle-aged man in his forties stopping a warrior with a smile.

The warrior he stopped was the Nine-Star Martial Emperor, and his cultivation was considered quite powerful.

But at this time, his robe was still stained with blood, and his whole person was full of murderous aura.

What's even weirder is that there is even a trace of ghostly energy coming out of this murderous aura.

A burst of green color lingered around him, and the green color turned into ghost screams from time to time. In the air, the ferocious faces of evil spirits kept flashing.

The look on his face was also quite painful, and he was obviously tortured by those evil spirits.

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows, probably guessing it.

This person may have just gone on an adventure to some big tomb or something.

This rough man was in pain all over, and he was eagerly preparing to enter the Seven Stars Auction House.

Being stopped by someone at this time, I suddenly became very impatient.

He looked at the thin middle-aged man and said impatiently: "How did you know that I have fragments of martial arts skills on my body?"

The middle-aged skinny man showed a strange expression on his face, rolled his eyes, and laughed softly: "Brother, when I see the ghostly aura lingering on you, I know that you must have explored a powerful place recently. 's tomb."

"It's weird and unpredictable. It may be a large tomb left by a strong man in ancient times."

"It's only in large tombs like this that there are these ghosts and mist, right?"

The burly man raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, and said, "Keep talking."

"For a strong person like this, the tombs usually contain powerful martial arts techniques that the strong person used during his lifetime."

"It's just that after these tens of thousands of years, those powerful martial arts techniques have either absorbed enough of the spiritual energy of the world and have transformed into another existence."

"Either it will decay and shatter!"

"That's right."

The rough man said coldly: "Two months ago, I explored a large tomb in the Eastern Wasteland left by a certain Martial Emperor realm expert 30,000 years ago."

"but……"

He sneered and said, "So what?"

"Maybe I don't like those fragments of martial arts skills, or maybe they are snatched away by others!"

"how come?"

The skinny middle-aged man chuckled and said, "You have thick blood stains on your body. You obviously killed a lot of people."

"But apart from the ghostly aura, there are no other injuries on your body."

"This means that the injuries on your body were mainly caused by the ghosts in the tomb."

"Your companions have not had any impact on you."

"Presumably, you killed them all."

When he said this, his tone became serious and he whispered: "Since you have killed them all, the benefits in the tomb will naturally be swept away."

"Although those fragments of martial arts skills are quite useless and embarrassing, you must also know the news that the Seven Star Auction House is purchasing those things in recent days."

"How could you not collect all the fragments of those martial arts techniques?"

"Brother, tell me, right?"

As he spoke, he smiled mischievously.

The rough man laughed loudly and nodded: "You are really awesome."

"Yes, I do have hundreds of fragments of martial arts techniques on my body."

At this time, Chen Feng raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard these hundreds of martial arts fragments.

But he didn't say anything, he just continued to look this way.

At this time, the rough man smiled and said: "It's true that I have these martial arts fragments, but why should I sell them to you?"

"The Seven Star Auction House has been actively purchasing these things recently."

"Why sell it to me?"

The middle-aged, skinny man chuckled and said, "Sell it to me and you won't suffer any loss."

He said in a deep voice: "Whatever price the Seven Star Auction House offers, I will offer double it!"

"Do you want to sell it?"

After hearing this, the rough man was stunned.

Then, a look of excitement appeared on his face.

"Double price? Seriously?"

The skinny man chuckled and said: "That's right, you can go to the Seven Star Auction House now and ask you how much these things cost. In fact, you don't have to ask, because I can estimate it almost."

"If you don't believe it, just ask, and I'll pay you double when I get out."

"good!"

The rough man nodded curtly and immediately entered the Seven Star Auction House.

About half an hour later, he came out, pulled the middle-aged skinny man and whispered a few words.

The middle-aged skinny man laughed: "Don't worry, I will never lose your dragon blood amethyst."

After that, he took out a gold thread bag and threw it to the thick and powerful man.

The rough man opened it and took a look, nodded with satisfaction, laughed, and took out hundreds of martial arts fragments from his arms and handed them over.

After Chen Feng looked at these martial arts fragments, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

It turns out that although there are only a few hundred fragments of these martial arts techniques, there are two or three of them that are more than 50% complete.

There is even one among them. Those fragments are all emerald green in color, vaguely lingering with a strong ghostly aura.

Chen Feng could feel that the level of this martial art was at least around the second level of Huang level.

Moreover, the ghost spirit is lingering, and at certain specific times, it can have unexpected magical effects!

If it falls into Chen Feng's hands, it will be of great use.

But unfortunately, it was taken away by others at this time.

Next to him, Chen Feng witnessed the entire process.

I saw the burly man taking the Dragon Blood Amethyst and leaving with great satisfaction, and I saw the middle-aged skinny man putting the fragments of martial arts techniques into a small gold-threaded bag.

And Chen Feng clearly heard a crisp crackling sound when the fragments of martial arts skills fell into the bag.

Obviously, there are still quite a lot of martial arts fragments in the golden thread bag!

At this time, Chen Feng's eyes gradually turned cold!

The look on his face became even colder.

It turned out that at this time, Chen Feng discovered that there were at least dozens of people like that skinny middle-aged man in the square outside the Seven Star Auction House.

They were scattered throughout the Seven Star Auction House, specifically looking for warriors who knew at first glance that they were going to sell things in the Seven Star Auction House, and then stopped them and purchased fragments of various martial arts techniques from them. They don't want anything else at all, just fragments of martial arts skills.