Zhao Feng walked towards a restaurant that was more than 20 stories high. There were many warriors coming and going here. Perhaps because the crisis had just ended, many warriors still held unsheathed swords in their hands as they walked. They looked wary and walked in a hurry as they walked into the restaurant.
Finally, his demeanor became more relaxed.
In the restaurant, the first floor is a very empty hall, except for a few necessary columns, where hundreds of large round tables are placed.
Everyone sitting here is a low-level warrior with ordinary clothes. Most of the round tables are full of people, and only the place near the center has empty seats.
Zhao Feng stood at the door of the restaurant and looked carefully. The restaurant was built with an unusual type of wood. The biggest feature of this type of wood is that it is refreshing, and the air is filled with an unnoticeable fragrant smell.
There are defensive talismans on the outside of the restaurant. Of course, Zhao Feng's current knowledge only knows that these are talismans, but he doesn't know how they work specifically.
The decoration inside the restaurant is very grand and practical, and there are no luxurious things. This makes Zhao Feng very satisfied.
Zhao Feng was about to walk into the restaurant when he was suddenly attracted by the argument between two people at the door. To be precise, one of the people outside the door was holding something in his hand, a leaf with no words on it that no one could understand.
"Come on, you beggar, you can't even bring out a soul stone, but you still want to enter our Wansheng Restaurant!"
"Brother, please do me a favor. I want Master Fu to identify this page. I'm sure it's a good thing!"
"Tch, you dare to say that these shabby pages are good things. Do you know that I see similar pages here every day? There are not only forty or fifty, but also twenty or thirty. Where is the coolness? Don't mess around here!"
There were a dozen young people in their early twenties who were in charge of welcoming guests at the restaurant. One of the greeters blocked the guest in rags at the door.
The man's body smelled pungent. He pinched his nose when greeting guests and made shooing movements with his hands.
"Brother, please be accommodating!"
"Xiao Wei, what happened?" Several other guests came over to help after finishing their work.
One of them recognized the beggar who was about to enter, and his face suddenly changed with anger. He pointed at the beggar and yelled:
"You scoundrel, you're here again, get out of here! I kindly let you in a few days ago, but you angered an old man, causing me to be beaten and almost losing my job. If it weren't for my hard work,
Please, I will end up with you now!"
As he said this, he turned around and poked around inside the door, looking like he was looking for trouble with someone else and planning to deal with this beggar.
Zhao Feng turned sideways and looked at the beggar, and suddenly burst into laughter. It turned out that this guy was the guy who had come into contact with the pages of the Qixuan Poison Sutra not long ago. This time, this guy actually brought the pages of the Qixuan Poison Sutra directly to the station.
In front of Zhao Feng.
"A high-grade soul stone, do you want to sell it?" Zhao Feng suddenly interrupted.
High-grade soul stones are already a huge sum of money for ordinary warriors. You must know that high-grade soul stones can be exchanged for tens of thousands of ordinary soul stones. Many ordinary warriors have never seen a high-grade soul stone in their lives.
"Are you serious?" The beggar turned to look at Zhao Feng, and saw a strange young man holding a soul stone in his hand.
Ordinary soul stones are like jade of good quality. Different colors represent different attributes. The higher the quality of the soul stone, the better its permeability and texture.
As for the soul crystal, which is made of better material, it is almost transparent and glows by itself. For ordinary warriors, it is almost incompatible with the soul crystal.
"You are really unlucky. This man is a generous master at first glance. The pages of this old book of yours are worth tens of thousands of soul stones. If you don't take action quickly, what are you waiting for?"
The beggar was about to reach out to pick up the high-grade soul stone, only to feel a gust of wind blowing in front of his eyes. The page in his hand disappeared and an extra soul stone disappeared, and the young man had already disappeared.
Half of the high-quality soul stone was almost transparent. When the beggar got the soul stone, he danced with joy and ran away from the door of the restaurant like crazy. Not long after he left the door of the restaurant, three guys with evil faces followed him.
"Hey, this guy has just made a fortune. I wonder if he has the chance to enjoy it?" The young man who greeted the guests shook his head and went about his own business.
Before Zhao Feng left Xuantian Wonderland, he took a bath, changed clothes, and wore the mask given to him by Resa. Ordinary people could not see through his true face.
When Zhao Feng walked into the restaurant, he heard someone shouting loudly: "Song Laosi, what you just said is true or false. Why does it sound to us like you are exaggerating!"
Among the noisy crowd, a one-eyed man pointed angrily at his eye patch: "My surname is Lin, when we were drinking together a few days ago, my eye was still bright, but now it looks like this!
Do you think I will eat my fill and just use my own eyes to make everyone laugh?"
The warrior surnamed Lin was wearing a suit of armor and carrying a man-high warhammer on his back. He was tall and tall, with a red face and a red beard. At first glance, you could tell that he was a bold and bold man with a straight face and almost recklessness.
"Song Laosi, who knows if you are covering one eye, then we brothers are having fun!"
Song Laosi was enraged. He pulled off the eyepatch covering his right eye, revealing an eye that had been gouged out alive and had a hollow eye socket. The face looked very scary, and he was immediately frightened.
people.
Zhao Feng, who was watching the excitement, noticed that Song Laosi was so excited that a dusty crystal about the size of the tip of his thumb fell out of his body.
Others didn't know what this thing was, but he recognized it at a glance. It was called a poison crystal. It was a soul crystal with non-mainstream attributes. Except for poison masters, few people would use this soul crystal.
Therefore, poison crystal is a useless soul crystal. No one dares to absorb the poisonous soul power contained in it, unless they don't want to live anymore and use it to commit suicide.
"Brother, how many of these poisonous crystals do you have on hand? Can you transfer them to me?"
Zhao Feng suddenly squeezed into the crowd and interrupted the chat between Song Laosi and others, which immediately made the man named Lin dissatisfied.
"Little brother, you can have as many of these poisonous crystals as you want. I just don't know if you are making fun of our brothers, or if you are really capable?"
Faced with the doubts of the big man surnamed Lin, Zhao Feng walked over and grabbed the poisonous crystal that fell out of Song Laosi. After a cup of tea, the poisonous crystal turned into a pile of ordinary jade scum.
"oh!"
Song Laosi, the big man surnamed Lin, and others were all shocked. Poison masters were so rare that there was not even one among the hundreds of thousands of warriors. Moreover, most of the poison masters were just dabblers and could not be considered real poison masters at all.
division.
Song Laosi stammered and said: "Master, I don't know how you plan to trade. To be honest, we have a lot of such useless things?"
Faced with Zhao Feng's unexpected strength, these people all changed their names for him...