Violent Martial Soul System

Chapter 131 I want you

"What, six hundred fifth-grade Yuanjing?"

Han Bingche exclaimed: "You still have a discounted price? You black-hearted ghost, have you lost your money?"

"Girl, do you know what it means to have a formation-based gathering spirit formation? Do you understand it permanently?"

Zhao Feng stood up very dissatisfied.

Hearing what he said, Han Bingche really felt that there was some truth, after all, this was permanent, and the aura of the heaven and earth would double as much as it is now, which is not a loss.

"His Royal Highness, this price is already very fair, I accept it."

The young man hurriedly said, and took out a bag of Yuanjing from the Nawu ring.

"readily."

Zhao Feng took over Yuan Jing.

After paying the money, the young man also left directly, waiting outside the door for Zhao Feng to finish his work and help him set up the Juling Formation.

"Junior Brother, I want it too."

"Give me one too."

"And me, and me."

The disciples of the Dige outside the door started to make a fuss, but because of Han Bingche, they didn't dare to come in.

"Okay, everyone, come one by one. Anyone from the Hanyue Divine Martial Realm has 600 fifth-rank Yuanjing. If it's from the Martial League, it only needs 300. As for the others, they all have 900 fifth-rank Yuanjing. Come in one by one. !"

Zhao Feng's eyes lit up.

There are at least forty or fifty people here, what a huge profit!

After hearing this, Han Bingche was startled suddenly, and said in disbelief, "Have you joined the Martial League?"

"Well, I am now the deacon of the Wumeng."

Zhao Feng answered casually.

"Why did you join them? Who invited you?"

Han Bingche said a little angrily that she originally wanted to invite Zhao Feng, but she didn't expect to be picked up first.

"Senior Brother Long from the Weapon Hall, he is the head of the Martial League, why, is it possible that you want to win me over too?"

Zhao Feng asked suddenly.

Han Bingche didn't expect it, and said in surprise: "Senior Brother Long is the head of the Martial League? What conditions does he give you?"

"You can learn all the martial arts in the martial arts league, and the casting materials are all free."

Zhao Feng said in a voice that only Han Bingche could hear.

Hearing this, Han Bingche rolled his eyes, and said helplessly, "This is how I bought you? You can forge Ghost Blade yourself, so do you still need the cost of the materials?"

"Otherwise? I asked you to give me money but you didn't give me money, and the Wumeng was the first to invite me, and it was the head of the five major forces. Why didn't I go?"

Zhao Feng shrugged.

"Then how about I invite you now?"

Han Bingche blinked her big eyes with a playful look.

"No, I have already joined the Wumeng. Do you think I am that kind of fool, unless the price is increased!"

Zhao Feng said solemnly.

When Han Bingche heard this, his eyes lit up immediately: "What do you want?"

Zhao Feng thought about it carefully, then smiled and said, "Can I ask you?"

"Go to hell!"

Han Bingche groaned coquettishly, turned around and went back into the house.

Zhao Feng was just joking, how could such a man of integrity change jobs because of a woman?

At least three women are needed!

Without thinking too much, Zhao Feng began to greet the senior brothers.

The people who came were almost all from the Hanyue Divine Martial Realm, only a few were from the Martial League, and the rest of the people from the three major Divine Martial Realms didn't dare to come because of Han Bingche's relationship.

After all, the relationship between the four great martial worlds is not very good.

In the end, Zhao Feng counted, and there were forty-six in total.

Among them, forty people belonged to Hanyue Shenwu Realm, and four belonged to Wumeng.

Therefore, the total income is more than 20,000 fifth-grade Yuanjing!

sent!

After spending several hours, Zhao Feng finally finished the matter. After it was over, he went back to the yard and exchanged those Yuanjing for system points bit by bit.

"Huh! Now I don't have to worry about not having martial soul points!"

Zhao Feng felt happy, because Zhao Feng's martial soul points had reached 17 million points!

One hundred thousand violent points!

However, Zhao Feng knew very well that if he breaks through to a general, the martial soul points needed will be even higher!

While Zhao Feng was having fun in the courtyard,

Han Bingche's room door was suddenly opened.

Han Bingche changed into cool clothes and came out. Seeing Zhao Feng coming back, he couldn't help but ask, "You finished the cloth so soon?"

"It's just a spirit gathering formation, it's a trivial matter."

Zhao Feng answered casually.

"Then why don't you thank me quickly? I've brought so many people for you, otherwise you wouldn't have earned so many crystals."

While Han Bingche was talking, she walked over to Zhao Feng and sat down.

Zhao Feng rolled his eyes and said: "If I didn't live here, I'm afraid there would be more people coming. The relationship between your four major martial arts worlds is not very good, and the relationship between the Wumeng and the four major martial arts worlds is average. Yuan Jing will definitely double it .”

"Then you mean, you want to move out?"

Han Bingche's face darkened.

"Forget it, live here."

Zhao Feng still thought it was fine, he paused, and finally changed the subject, and asked, "Have you ever heard of a man named Ling Wuxing?"

"Ling Wuxing? Is it in Jifeng Pavilion? Is it a disciple, a guardian, or an elder?"

Han Bingche blinked.

"I don't know, but it should be at the Dharma Protector level. In short, if anyone with this name asks for me, it will be treated as a favor."

Zhao Feng said slowly.

Ling Wuxing was the name mentioned in Zhao Feng's father's letter.

His father is a super strong man who surpassed generals, so he probably wouldn't let him find a disciple, so he thought that Ling Wuxing should at least be a guardian or an elder, after all, the letter had been written for several years.

"Okay, then I'll help you ask."

Han Bingche nodded.

"If you can, ask your grandpa for me."

Zhao Feng added another sentence.

Han Yuantian is the elder of Jifeng Pavilion, he knows more than ordinary people.

"understood."

...

Nothing to say all night.

Zhao Feng was indeed a little tired from running around yesterday.

Just before dawn the next day, a man started knocking on the gate of their yard.

Zhao Feng opened the door in a daze, only to see Long Yu standing outside the door, "Senior brother, what's the matter?"

Could it be that the ten Poison Flame Swords that were forged before were all sold out?

"I heard that junior brother, you will still gather spirits?"

Long Yu asked straight to the point.

"Well, brother, do you need it?"

Zhao Feng rubbed his eyes and nodded.

"It is necessary, it is very necessary. We have few masters in the Jifeng Pavilion, and none of them can set up a formation. Brothers in the Wumeng need a spirit gathering formation. As long as you agree, I will bring you at least two hundred people .”

"What? Two hundred people?"

"That's right, two hundred people. How about it, how about three hundred fifth-grade Yuanjing each according to the price you gave those four juniors yesterday?"

"no problem!"

Zhao Feng immediately agreed.

Lying in a trough!

Three hundred fifth-rank Yuanjing, at least two hundred people, wouldn't that be at least 60,000 fifth-rank Yuanjing?

As long as I finish this order, am I still worried about not having points to improve my strength!

Zhao Feng was very excited.

"Okay, then I'll go first and come to you later."

After Long Yu finished speaking, he left quickly.

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