Violent Martial Soul System

After defeating Bing Wuya, Zhao Feng's name was registered, and then it would appear on a light stone.

Zhao Feng received a set of uniforms for formal disciples, and learned about the benefits of formal disciples by the way.

The welfare of the official disciples of the Dige is distributed according to the ranking of the Dige rankings. Zhao Feng is 200, and he can get 300 cultivation resources of the fifth-grade Yuanjing every month.

If it is the top ten, there will be at least 3,000 crystals every month. If it is the first, it will be even more terrifying. Jifeng Pavilion will give 10,000 fifth-grade Yuanjing every month.

From here, it can be seen what kind of sect Jifeng Pavilion is. Just distributing training resources every month is an astronomical sum.

An unimaginable number.

In addition to training resources, official disciples also have some powers, such as going to the martial arts pavilion to choose martial arts according to their rankings.

Although Zhao Feng couldn't learn martial arts from the outside world, he still went for a walk inside and got to know all the martial arts inside.

After that, Zhao Feng went back to his residence.

After he went back, he found that Han Bingche hadn't come back yet.

"This girl will take a detour when she sees me in the future."

Zhao Feng smiled lightly, and then went to rest.

Tomorrow, he still has a difficult task to complete, which is to go to Ling Pavilion and Fang Pavilion to set up the spirit gathering array.

...

Early the next morning, Zhao Feng got up early.

He discovered that Han Bingche hadn't come back overnight.

"This girl is amazing, I'm not a tiger, why don't I just give her a kiss."

Zhao Feng shook his head helplessly, and then went out.

He went to look for Long Yu first, and then went to the Ling Pavilion together. There were dozens of people in the Ling Pavilion who needed to gather spirits.

Zhao Feng was busy until the afternoon before leaving for the Ling Pavilion, and then helped the members of the Wumeng in the Fan Pavilion set up the Spirit Gathering Formation.

At this time, it was already very late, so Zhao Feng simply spent the night in the Weapon Hall of Fange.

If the hundred or so on the first day were excluded, Zhao Feng had set up more than one hundred and sixty spirit gathering formations.

Calculated on the basis of 300 fifth-rank Yuanjing for each spirit gathering array, he got 50,000 fifth-rank Yuanjing.

He wasn't in a hurry to convert all of them into points, leaving 10,000 yuan crystals for spare.

Zhao Feng thought for a while, and the next thing he was going to face were all martial arts masters, so he spent 24 million martial soul points, exchanged for six star enhancement cards, and broke through to the top ten-star martial arts!

This time, Zhao Feng checked how many points are needed to exchange for rare enhancement cards and profound meanings...

Fuck!

Looking at it this way, Zhao Feng was almost scared to death!

A rare enhancement card requires 50 million martial soul points and 50,000 berserk points!

And the Profound Truth... is even more terrifying!

It actually needs 100 million martial soul points and 100,000 berserk points!

And Zhao Feng now has 48 million martial soul points and 150,000 berserk points...

Not enough at all!

...

After staying in the weapon hall of Fange for one night, he and Long Yu rushed back to Dige the next day. This time, he finally saw Han Bingche.

However, when he just entered the door, Han Bingche in the courtyard said angrily: "You bastard, I'm just not ready. I've been hiding for two days. Do you need to make my room like that?"

Zhao Feng was a little confused when he heard this, and asked in surprise: "What, when did I enter your room?"

When Han Bingche was not around, although he didn't go in, he could sense that Han Bingche was not in the room, and he had never entered Han Bingche's room at all.

"Bastard, besides you, who else dares to break into my room, go in and see for yourself!"

Han Bingche blushed with anger.

Zhao Feng walked up the steps with some doubts, and pushed open the door of Han Bingche's room.

Now, he finally understood why Han Bingche was so annoyed.

I saw that there was nothing intact in her room. The bed, bookshelf, desk, vase, and even the ventilation windows at the back were smashed to pieces.

Not only that, even the gathering spirit formation base on the floor was destroyed.

"Look, everything is ruined, I really misjudged you!"

Han Bingche walked to the door of his room,

After seeing the miserable situation inside again, I couldn't help crying.

At this time, she already hated Zhao Feng to death, thinking that Zhao Feng was a small-hearted person, and she was planning to move out today.

Zhao Feng turned his head and saw the tears in the corners of Han Bingche's eyes. He almost died of fright and said quickly, "Isn't it just a room and a formation? It's not a big deal. Besides, I, Zhao Feng, like this Someone who took the opportunity to make trouble?"

He was also helpless. During the battle of Shenwu Realm, Han Bingche was able to hold on after being slapped by him. Now he is crying because of such a trivial matter, and his heart is too fragile.

However, he would never let go of anyone who caused him to be misunderstood by Han Bingche!

"Who else could it be if it wasn't you?"

Han Bingche's eyes were red.

"If you have a grudge against me, who can you immediately think of?"

Zhao Feng said slowly.

Hearing this, Han Bingche was startled for a moment, then blurted out: "Bing Wuya?"

Zhao Feng nodded and said: "If my guess is right, it should be him, but it may not be him who did it himself."

"It's really not you?"

Han Bingche asked again, although she felt that Bing Wuya was also suspected.

However, she felt that Bing Wuya would not have such courage.

"If you still don't believe me, go to my room and have a look."

Zhao Feng replied.

Han Bingche walked over, then pushed open the door, and found that Zhao Feng's room was also in a mess, and there was a scarlet blood letter on the wall.

die!

If only the room was destroyed, Han Bingche might still suspect Zhao Feng.

But this word of blood made the suspicion in Han Bingche's heart disappear immediately.

Ice without cliff!

This is definitely made by Bing Wuya!

Then, Han Bingche returned to his door and asked, "You haven't been back, why do you know that your room is the same?"

Zhao Feng just came out of Han Bingche's room, and said with a smile: "Both of us were away yesterday, it's impossible for him to just mess up your room, Bing Wuya hates me, you just dropped by. Alright , I tidied up your room, and rebuilt the base, so you can redecorate it yourself."

"Well, I misunderstood you."

Han Bingche wiped away tears, and said with some embarrassment.

"It's okay, Bing Wuya, I'll take care of him when the time comes. But you, where have you been these two days, don't you need to hide from me like this?"

"Hmph, why don't you just give me a kiss, and I'll pay you back now."

Han Bingche snorted coldly, and quickly pecked Zhao Feng's face, like a chicken eating rice.

Zhao Feng was also shocked. He didn't expect Han Bingche to actually kiss him. He was not prepared at all. When he realized that Han Bingche had finished kissing, he felt caressed by the wind.

What a... loss... a big... loss!

"Okay, now I don't owe you anything."

Han Bingche blushed, looking like a little woman.