Violent Martial Soul System

"Why don't you hide?"

Han Bingche asked in surprise.

Her sword had already pierced in front of Zhao Feng, only a finger away.

But Zhao Feng didn't even blink his eyes.

"The moment your blade touches my body, you will die without even ashes left."

The corners of Zhao Feng's mouth rose slightly, and then he got up, ready to go out for a walk.

At that moment just now, Zhao Feng was ready to use the Flame Tornado Technique, as long as the blade was a little closer, she would be dead.

"boring."

Han Bingche put away his long sword and snorted coldly, "Where are you going?"

"I won't tell you."

Zhao Feng replied, and went out directly.

Zhao Feng hadn't walked for long before he stopped, turned around and found Han Bingche behind him.

"What are you following me for?"

Zhao Feng asked suspiciously.

"Who is following you? Is this road yours?"

"Oh, then do yourself a favor."

As Zhao Feng said, he suddenly leaned against a wall and thought about life.

Han Bingche failed every time, she was so angry that she gritted her teeth and said helplessly, "I'll just follow you, what's the matter, can't you?"

"Follow me, I know I'm handsome, I'm used to it."

Zhao Feng curled his lips and said in his heart: You little girl, I can't cure you?

Zhao Feng first went to the management office to get some sets of Jifengge clothes and identity tokens, and inquired about some things by the way.

After leaving the management office, Han Bingche asked, "Where are you going next?"

"You just follow along, why ask so many questions?"

Zhao Feng glared at her.

"Say you're going to die?"

Han Bingche pouted, but followed obediently.

Then, she discovered that Zhao Feng had come to the Hall of Materials.

"What are you doing here, your cultivation materials?"

Han Bingche couldn't help asking.

Zhao Feng didn't answer, just walked in.

Then Zhao Feng exchanged Yuan Jing for the materials needed for the refiner.

After that, Zhao Feng came to the Artifact Refining Hall.

"Do you know how to refine weapons?"

"Stop following me."

Zhao Feng said something lightly to Han Bingche, and then went to a refining room alone.

"Hmph! If you don't follow, you won't follow."

Han Bingche snorted and turned away depressed.

Regardless of what Han Bingche thought, Zhao Feng had consumed one million martial soul points and ten thousand berserk points in exchange for the weapon refining talent!

The refining talent consumes a hundred times more points than the medicine refining talent!

What Zhao Feng has to do is to continuously refine weapons and continuously improve the level of talent for refining weapons, otherwise, Zhao Feng will not be able to activate the profound meaning of martial arts!

If he can't activate the martial arts profound meaning, Zhao Feng won't be able to advance to general!

Fortunately, Zhao Feng obtained nearly five million martial soul points and more than 80,000 berserk points through the battle of the Shenwu world.

There are also many Yuanjing and gold coins.

Zhao Feng estimated that if the refining talent was raised to the fifth rank, the materials would be just enough.

In the following time, Zhao Feng kept running around the material hall and the refining room.

martial arts...

Spirit Blade...

Overlord...

Ghost Blade...

Zhao Feng was finally able to refine Ghost Blade, and became a fourth-rank weapon refiner.

Then refine some ghost blades, then Zhao Feng will be able to cultivate to a fifth-grade weapon refiner!

For twenty days, Zhao Feng has been refining the weapon.

Moreover, Zhao Feng sold all the refined weapons to the Jifeng Pavilion Weapon Hall.

And the ghost blade materials in the material hall were almost sold out by Zhao Feng, so the steward of the material hall had to go to buy...

Zhao Feng finally had a period of rest.

When Zhao Feng returned to his yard, he found Princess Han Bingche sitting cross-legged on a stone table practicing.

At this time, Han Bingche suddenly opened his eyes, and when he saw Zhao Feng, he said loudly: "You bastard, are you finally willing to come back?"

"What, you miss me?"

"Hey, it's too late to kill you."

Han Bingche jumped off the stone table and snorted: "I heard from the senior brother of the Weapon Hall that you forged a ghost blade in half a day, which is faster than my fourth-grade refiner in the Hanyue Shenwu Realm.

Are you really the one who forged those poisonous flame swords? "

She still doesn't believe it, because casting, like cultivation, needs time to settle, and it can't be improved overnight.

"Could it be that I hid the Poison Flame Sword in the ring of Nawu? Is it a mystery?"

Zhao Feng replied.

"Who knows if you made some gimmicks in order to gain a foothold in the Dige."

Han Bingche still couldn't believe it.

When she walked in front of Zhao Feng, she found that Zhao Feng was different from twenty days ago.

"You know how to refine weapons and formations, and your aptitude is so high. Did you really come from a low-level empire?"

Han Bingche still couldn't help asking.

"Don't you think I'm the son of some great emperor in the world of martial arts?"

Zhao Feng asked back.

"You don't look like that. You must have started practicing in the womb, right?"

Han Bingche looked suspicious.

Zhao Feng suddenly smiled and said, "Actually, I am a thousand-year-old monster."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Feng was about to go back to his room, when Han Bingche stopped him again.

"By the way, when you were away, a fat, fat man came to look for you."

Han Bingche suddenly remembered this matter.

Fat, fat people?

Zhao Feng thought to himself, it should be Wang Yaozu.

"I see."

Zhao Feng nodded, then left the residence and went to the Ling Pavilion.

Di Pavilion and Ling Pavilion are adjacent, and the journey is not too far away.

Zhao Feng walked for half an hour and entered the Ling Pavilion.

After inquiring about a senior brother, Zhao Feng soon came to the new residential area of ​​Linge Pavilion.

But before he went in, he saw a large group of people queuing up outside, each with a cloth bag in his hand, and then handed it to someone.

"what's the situation?"

Zhao Feng ran closer in surprise, and found that Wang Yaozu and Xiao Han were also among them, and shouted: "Brother Fat!"

Wang Yaozu, who was in the crowd, heard this voice, turned his head suddenly, and when he saw that it was Zhao Feng, his face immediately beamed with joy.

However, before Zhao Feng approached, a voice stopped him, "Disciple of Di Pavilion? What are you doing here?"

Hearing this, Zhao Feng stopped and found a young man walking towards him.

"Come to find friends."

Zhao Feng replied that we are all brothers in the same school, and we should reciprocate with courtesy.

"Looking for friends? Then you wait on the sidelines first, and wait until they finish paying their share."

The young man waved his hand to signal Zhao Feng to stand aside.

"Partial money?"

Hearing this, Zhao Feng's expression changed.

"I remember that the Di Pavilion also has this rule, don't you know? All new disciples have to pay a hundred third-grade Yuanjing every month for a full year."

After the young man explained, he smiled: "If you haven't handed it in, you can leave it to me."

"Then who will the money collected be given to in the end?"

Zhao Feng continued to ask.

As he said that, Zhao Feng glanced at the people around him, and found that there were more than two hundred people here.

After Zhao Feng asked this question, the young man became a little impatient, and shouted: "Where are you asking so much nonsense?"

After he finished speaking, he slapped Zhao Feng across the face.

How dare a small nine-star martial spirit be so arrogant?

A crisp sound spread, but it was not the sound of a hand fanning his face, but the sound of bones breaking.