Violent Martial Soul System

"Is it the city lord's mansion of the first main city here? Mu Xingtian is a six-star martial king, so the first main city's city lord must be at least a seven-star martial king, right?"

Zhao Feng murmured in his heart.

It is very simple to apply for the Battle of the City Lord. Anyone can apply, even a great martial artist.

After the application was completed, the three of Zhao Feng took an identity token, and after six days, they gathered at the specified place for confirmation, and someone would pick it up to the place of the battle.

On the way to the first main city, He Yuntian had already explained the form of the battle to Zhao Feng and the others.

It's very simple, it is to compete for the Santo Token.

The first city lord will hide the token of the true source city in a certain place. As long as someone finds this token and holds it for a period of time, then his new city lord, besides that, has no restrictions on killing and can play as he pleases.

However, just as Zhao Feng and the others left the First City Lord's Mansion, they bumped into another group of people head-on.

The leader of this group of people is still an acquaintance of Zhao Feng, and he is Ma Yaohai, the lord of Ma Lin City.

"It's really a narrow road to enemies."

Zhao Feng said.

Ma Yaohai looked at Zhao Feng and the others, and snorted coldly: "The last time I let you survive, I thought you would survive until the end of my life, but I didn't expect to come to help Ziyun City again. In a few days, you will die."

At this time, an old man came out behind him and said, "He killed the boy of my four major one-star martial kings in Ma Lin City?"

"Father, he."

Ma Yaohai nodded.

"Okay, I remember, when the time comes, I will kill you myself."

A murderous intent flashed in the old man's eyes.

He is Ma Yaohai's father, Ma Lenghe, the old lord of Ma Lin City.

After the words fell, just when He Yuntian and others were about to refute, Han Bingche beside Zhao Feng suddenly took a step forward and snorted coldly: "Old guy, don't rely on the old to sell the old, don't be beaten to pieces by Zhao Feng at that time." gone."

Seeing Zhao Feng being ridiculed,

Of course she couldn't stand it anymore.

"Little girl is very loud, you better not fall into my hands, or I will make your life worse than death!"

A ruthless look flashed in Ma Lenghe's eyes again, and then he led the others into the first main city's city lord's mansion.

"The Ma family's methods are really great, and even the three demons of Chiling have been recruited. It seems that they are bound to win the city of true origin."

He Yuntian said.

The Chiling Three Demons and the three masked people behind Ma Yaohai are all one-star Late Stage Martial Kings.

The four people Lu Yan and Niu Li had all died before, and within a few days, Ma Lincheng actually recruited three strong one-star martial kings, and they were still well-known masters in Zhongyuan Lu, which made Zi The Yuncheng side felt the pressure.

However, Zhao Feng, who was standing there quietly, looked relaxed.

So what about the three one-star Martial Kings, if he meets them, they will end up in the same way.

Afterwards, He Yuntian and others took Zhao Feng to their mansion in the first main city, and let Zhao Feng have a good rest.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Bingche and Han Shengjue continued to learn earth-level martial arts.

Zhao Feng took advantage of these few days to wander around the first main city.

He found that in the weapon shop in the first main city, there were only demon blades, not even one-star magic blades, let alone ten-star magic blades.

It seems that the weapons in the first main city are all monopolized by Pepsi House, giving priority to those families or sects.

There are still a few days before the competition for the quota, so Zhao Feng wants to take advantage of this opportunity to improve his strength.

Simply put, make money.

Zhao Feng is now the peak Martial Lord of the Ten-Star Seven-Extreme Realm. After thinking about it, Zhao Feng spent 300 billion points in exchange for star enhancement cards and rare enhancement cards, breaking through to the one-star Seven-Extreme Realm peak Martial King.

However, Zhao Feng did not wait for the exchange of martial arts and weapons, because Zhao Feng discovered that after reaching the Martial King, everything is very expensive!

And now he needs capital to make money, a lot of money!

Pepsi House, as long as they can afford the money, they can do all kinds of things. In addition to killing people and finding people, there are also people who buy and sell things.

At that moment, Zhao Feng looked for it.

The Pepsi House in the first main city is the largest in the entire Zhongyuan Continent, with countless people.

As soon as Zhao Feng entered, a waiter brought Zhao Feng to a box.

"I need some casting materials. For casting materials above the three-star magic blade, at least tens of millions of seventh-grade crystals are needed. How many do you have?"

Zhao Feng said straight to the point.

"Tens of millions of seventh-grade Yuanjing..."

The waiter was stunned, thinking that he had encountered a big list, he hurriedly said: "Please wait a moment, Your Excellency..."

He left in a hurry.

After a while, he brought another person back.

This person, whom Zhao Feng had met by chance, was Mu Xingtian, the deputy city lord of the first main city.

"Huh? Is that you?"

After Mu Xingtian saw Zhao Feng, Zhao Feng was more or less surprised.

"Senior, we meet again."

Zhao Feng was also surprised.

"You need a lot of casting materials?"

Mu Xingtian also said straight to the point.

"Not bad, a lot."

Zhao Feng nodded.

Mu Xingtian didn't talk nonsense, he directly took out some casting materials and said, "How much do you need?"

"As many as you want!"

Zhao Feng replied.

He really has unlimited demand for casting materials, and he only needs to say "confirm" to successfully forge.

He can also give the war beasts the rest of the materials as snacks.

"Okay, the quantity you want is huge, and I can give it to you at the market price."

Mu Xingtian calculated directly, and then reported a number, thirteen million seventh-grade Yuanjing.

Zhao Feng took out this number of seventh-grade Yuanjing to complete the transaction.

"Also, Lord Mu, do you collect demon blades or magic blades here? I have ten-star demon blades and three-star magic blades."

Zhao Feng asked again.

"Accept, six hundred seven-grade Yuanjing for ten-star demon blades, and 60,000 three-star demon blades. Of course, it depends on whether the quality is up to standard."

Mu Xingtian narrowed his eyes and began to look at Zhao Feng.

"So that's the case, then I'll take my leave first."

After Zhao Feng finished speaking, he left directly.

Mu Xingtian looked at Zhao Feng's leaving back, and murmured in his heart: "I don't know why the city lord is so interested in this kid..."

...

After leaving Pepsi House, Zhao Feng returned to his residence.

Zhao Feng estimates that the 13 million seventh-grade Yuanjing casting materials can produce at least 300 three-star magic blades and 20,000 ten-star demon blades.

If it is sold, the net profit is doubled.

Unfortunately, there are not many materials.

After Zhao Feng finished casting all the things, he came to the Pepsi Room again.

It happened that Mu Xingtian was in the hall.

"Little brother, do you need anything else?"

Seeing Zhao Feng coming back, Mu Xingtian asked in surprise.

"Bring a batch of three-star magic blades over."

Zhao Feng nodded.

Mu Xingtian was startled, and hurriedly led Zhao Feng to a wing.

"Three hundred three-star demon blades, twenty thousand ten-star demon blades, top quality..."

Mu Xingtian was shocked. When he saw the names behind the handles of these seven-star demon blades, he even exclaimed: "Zhao Feng?"