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King of Gods – Chapter 1216
Chapter 1216 – Demon Lord Jian Feng
"That Sky Lotus Dark Green Grass and Golden Essence Fruit!" The owner of the stall next to Zhao Feng saw the two items Zhao Feng picked up, and his eyes instantly flared with desire.
The Sky Lotus Dark Green Grass and Golden Essence Fruit were precious resources that presented great temptations to any Rank Four True Immortals.
After which, he glanced at Zhao Feng and realized that he was not even a True God. He could not help but sigh and shake his head. If Zhao Feng took out these two precious resources in exchange for a map, he would definitely be looking for a map with extremely high quality. Perhaps only a small number of Rank Three True Immortals or Rank Four True Immortals could provide such a map to Zhao Feng.
But in this Exchange Spiritual Hall, a Tier Three True God was a rare sight, and a Rank Four True God would only visit once every few years. This meant that Zhao Feng's two treasures might not be exchanged.
Although the Exchange Spiritual Hall forbade fighting, Zhao Feng had taken two extremely precious treasures and did not have the strength to store them. He was definitely being watched, and once he left the Exchange Spiritual Hall, it would be over for him.
"These two herbs are too precious!" a woman wearing a white veil stood beside Zhao Feng sending a message to him.
This woman was naturally Han Ning’er.
Since the Yellow Dragon Pavilion was not far from this place, the news that Han Ning’er sought must have spread discreetly throughout the area. For the sake of security, Zhao Feng had bought a special veil that could withstand Divine Sense and hide Han Ning’er's face.
But even so, the attitude he radiated and the natural vitality around him were impossible to hide. Even if the bystanders could not see her face, they could definitely tell that she was beautiful.
“Nothing can be done. If we do not have a map, the time it takes to reach the Ziling Zone will at least double, and the chances of experiencing danger will also be higher!” Zhao Feng sent a message back.
"Are you really not a member of a large faction?" Han Ning’er suddenly asked.
Zhao Feng had a strong bloodline, incredible strength, amazing talent, and could use different types of Intentions. It was hard to imagine that such a person was not a member of a large faction.
But if Zhao Feng had the support of the main faction, he would not have to fear the Yellow Dragon Pavilion and could use the teleportation array of the four-and-a-half-star and four-star pinnacle factions.
"I don't" Zhao Feng replied briefly.
In fact, Zhao Feng wanted to create an identity that would allow him to use the teleportation array of a four-and-a-half-star faction. However, it was extremely difficult to forge such an identity. Moreover, Zhao Feng had offended many factions in the Gulong Zone. Under these uncertain circumstances, he could not carelessly expose himself.
"The Sky Lotus Dark Green Grass!" Many people walking through the crowd would stop in front of Zhao Feng's stall.
It didn't take long before most of the people on the street gathered.
"Well, what kind of map do you want?" a middle-aged man asked. His body seemed to be unconsciously emitting Ghost Dao energy. Those with weaker powers who get too close can inadvertently affect their personality.
"Rank Two True Immortals!" The weaker Mystic Light Realm experts immediately chose to retreat.
Although it was only a Rank Two True God, this man was a Ghost Dao cultivator, so it was better not to provoke him.
"The complete map of at least eight four-and-a-half-star factions," Zhao Feng said straightforwardly.
The Sky Feather Island Master Map contained information on the six four-and-a-half-star factions, but no information on the factions was complete.
“Nak, that price is too high. I have a complete map of six four-and-a-half-star factions. Do you want to trade? ” The middle-aged man's face turned cold, and ghostly pressure began to gather around Zhao Feng.
Han Ning’er groaned slowly. It was evident that his peak cultivation of the Mystic Light Realm found it difficult to withstand the pressure from these Rank Two True Immortals.
"Get out of my face," Zhao Feng said flatly. The moment he said these words, all of the surrounding Ghost Dao energy immediately dispersed.
"You!" True Gods of Rank Two were stunned. He wanted to say something, but then he stopped himself. From the look of Zhao Feng just now, he could see that Zhao Feng was no weaker than himself.
“Hmph, the trivial Second Rank Demon God took such a treasure! The hunter of the Exchange Spiritual Hall will not let you escape!” A Rank Two True God retreated to the side with a cold harrumph.
In the Exchange Spiritual Halls, anyone who paid the fee could enter. However, a certain class of people did not come to the Exchange Spiritual Hall to trade anything, but to seek prey. These are people called hunters.
Once these hunters saw the item they wanted, they would hide nearby and wait for their target to leave the Exchange Spiritual Hall. In addition, these hunters will always gather in groups of three to five people.
For this reason, people would usually form groups when going to the Exchange Spiritual Hall or hiring experts as bodyguards.
"Haha, hunters?" Zhao Feng softly laughed.
Just a moment ago, when he went to the Exchange Spiritual Hall of the Blue-Eyed Ice Wolf Race and retrieved many treasures, he ended up being the target of the Blue-Eyed Ice Wolf Race. But in the end, Zhao Feng had killed all of their hunters, one by one.
At this moment, Zhao Feng could already sense that several cruel and bloodthirsty gazes were watching him from the shadows. However, the cultivation level of these people was not very high. After all, this was not an Exchanges Spiritual Hall that ranked extremely high. Rank Three True Immortals rarely appeared here.
More and more people came to Zhao Feng's stall to inquire about the exchange.
The two of them had actually reached Zhao Feng's requirements for a complete map of the eight four-and-a-half-star factions. However, these two maps contained information about factions that Zhao Feng already knew, so no deal was made.
One day later, Zhao Feng still did not get the map he wanted, but he had more people watching him from the shadows.
“Too few True Gods of Rank Four who frequent this Exchange Spiritual Hall. It seems like it will be very difficult for me to make a deal, "Zhao Feng sighed.
“Eh? Dark Green Grass Sky Lotus!”
Four people stepped into Zhao Feng's stall. Two were young men, one was a woman, and the other was a very quiet elder with an unfathomable aura. The three young men all had unique traits; their skin was black, their pupils were white, and their faces were cold and frightening.
"This is the Ghost Nether Race!"
“Didn't all three of the Demon God prodigies of the Nether Ghost Race? The young man leading them was the Demon God Mo Gui!”
Some observers recognized this group and began to step aside. The Nether Ghost Race was a four-and-a-half-star faction of the Gulong Zone. It was a somewhat stronger existence that was on par with the Yellow Dragon Pavilion.
"I want this Sky Lotus Dark Green Grass!" Semu God Mo Gui directed his sinister white pupils towards Zhao Feng and declared.
"The complete map of the eight four-and-a-half-star factions," Zhao Feng looked back and replied.
The Quasi God Mo Gui was only a Tier Two Quasi God, on the same level as the Quasi God Di Lin and the Quasi God Lan Ye, whom he had met in the Ancient Dream Realm.
“Mm?” A hint of killing intent flashed in the eyes of the Demon God Mo Gui.
He did not expect that the Demon God who set up the stall in this Exchange Spiritual Hall would decide not to give him any face. After all, his Nether Ghost Race was a four-and-a-half-star faction led by Ancient Gods. One four-and-a-half-star faction governed over dozens of four-star factions and controlled nearly twenty Exchange Spiritual Halls.
The rules of this Exchange Spiritual Hall bound a four-star faction, but those rules were useless in the four-and-a-half-star faction that governed everything. A rule is simply a tool used by the above to limit the ones below. Only the weak need to obey them!
"Don't cause trouble," said the elder next to the Demon God Mo Gui lightly.
This Exchange Spiritual Hall was not in the territory of the Nether Ghost Race, nor would he remind the Demon God Mo Gui.
“Give a little face to the Nether Ghost Race. I'll give you a map that contains information about the four four-and-a-half-star factions, and you give me the Sky Lotus Dark Green Grass, ”.
In Zhao Feng's rejection just now, he refused to give any face to the Nether Ghost Race. Engaging in a fair exchange with Zhao Feng at this moment would further endanger the dignity of the Nether Ghost Race.
Zhao Feng's brows furrowed slightly in displeasure. If he had a powerful strength or an intimidating identity, he would never be bullied like this.
"I came to change maps, not give you faces!" Zhao Feng coldly replied.
“Mm?” This time, the elder's brows furrowed, and an invisible pressure began to press against the area.
Aoooo! Hwooo!
The surroundings darkened, and a terrifying ghostly wail could be heard.
"Rank Four True Immortals!"
Stunned, some people began to hurriedly retreat.
This elder was a Rank Four True God supported by the Nether Ghost Race. Even if he were to kill someone in the Exchange Spiritual Hall, the hall controller would probably not say anything.
Some people looked at Zhao Feng with pity. Even the hunters gave up on their targets.
"Haha, the people from the Nether Ghost Race want to attack someone within the Exchange Spiritual Hall?" The sound of laughter came from nearby.
Zhao Fengs eyes twinkled. He felt the voice was familiar, but he could not remember where it came from.
"Isn't this the Heavenly Mist Race God Jian Feng?" The Demon God of the Nether Ghost Race, Mo Gui turned around with a cold gaze towards the figure flying here.
The elder of the Nether Ghost Race glanced at the blue-haired old woman standing behind Quasi-God Jian Feng.
“God Bush Jian Feng, what do you mean by this? My Nether Ghost Race definitely does not do such a thing! ” Semu God Mo Gui coldly glared at Semu God Jian Feng.
"Brother Zhao, I don't think I'll meet you here!" Demon Lord Jian Feng walked straight to Zhao Feng with a smile on his face.
The Demon God Jian Feng, the prodigy of the Sky Mist Race, was the person who was in the Phoenix Forest who invited Zhao Feng and the Golden Armed Race to attack the phoenix nest.
“Hmph!” Demon God Mo Gui snorted, his expression gloomy. He had just asked a question to the Conferred God Jian Feng, but Jian Feng ignored him and went straight to the stall owner.
However, Mo Gui was a bit surprised to hear the Demon God Jian Feng calling the stall owner "Brother Zhao." The Demon God Jian Feng had quite a good reputation in the Sky Mist Race; whoever he called brother must be someone with a certain status.
“This is a map of eight four-and-a-half-star factions or so. I want Dark Green Lotus Sky Grass!” the Nether Ghost Race elder suddenly spoke, retrieving the jade token that he had just given information to.
The Sky Mist Race was a peak four-star faction, much stronger than the Nether Ghost Race. Semu God Jian Feng even knew Zhao Feng. In other words, if the Nether Ghost Race wanted the Sky Lotus Dark Green Grass, it could only make a fair exchange.
"Sorry, I'll close the shop!" With a faint smile, Zhao Feng put the two herbs away, dismantled his stall, and started walking towards Jian Feng.
Even though he had only met Demon God Jian Feng once, this Demon God had a very refreshing and relaxed personality. He is not a man who likes schemes and betrayals. Otherwise, Demon Lord Jian Feng would not have come alone to help Zhao Feng out of his trouble. He obviously wanted to be friends with Zhao Feng.
Since this was the case, Zhao Feng might be able to obtain the map he wanted from the Sky Haze Race, or maybe even use his teleportation array directly. Thus, there was no need to continue displaying his wares at the stall.
"Junior, you are so brave .." The eyes of the Nether Ghost Race elder shone with a sinister light, and he paused between each of his words.
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