"This is … Sky Lotus Nether Green Grass and Golden Essence Fruit!"
When the stall owner next to Zhao Feng saw the two items that Zhao Feng had taken out, his expression instantly changed, and his eyes began to blaze with desire.
Sky Lotus Nether Green Grass and Golden Essence Fruit were both extremely tempting to Rank Four True Gods.
They glanced at Zhao Feng and realized that he was not a True God expert, so they couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh.
For Zhao Feng to take out these two precious materials to exchange for a map meant that he definitely had a very high requirement for the map. Probably only a few Rank Three True Gods or Rank Four True Gods could take out a map that Zhao Feng needed.
However, Rank Three True Gods were extremely rare in this Exchange Spiritual Hall, and Rank Four True Gods were only seen once every few years.
This also meant that Zhao Feng's two treasures probably wouldn't be sold.
Although fighting was forbidden in the Exchange Spiritual Hall, Zhao Feng had taken out two precious treasures without any strength, so he would definitely be targeted. Once he left the Exchange Spiritual Hall, he would be done for.
"These two materials are too precious!"
A woman wearing a white cloak next to Zhao Feng messaged Zhao Feng.
This woman was naturally Han Ning 'er.
Yellow Dragon Pavilion wasn't far from this place, so Han Ning 'er's wanted posters had definitely been secretly distributed.
For safety's sake, Zhao Feng had bought a special cloak that could conceal Han Ning 'er's appearance from Divine Sense.
But even so, the natural vitality exuded by her body could not be concealed.
Even if others couldn't see her appearance, they could tell that she was a beauty.
"There's nothing to be done about it. Without a map, the time needed to reach the Ziling Zone would be at least twice as long, and the chances of encountering danger along the way would be even higher!"
Zhao Feng messaged.
"You really aren't a member of some major faction?"
Han Ning 'er suddenly asked.
Zhao Feng had a powerful bloodline, formidable strength, and astonishing talent. He was skilled in many Intents.
It was hard to imagine that such a person was not a member of some great force.
However, if Zhao Feng was from a major faction, he wouldn't have to fear the Yellow Dragon Pavilion. He could directly use the transportation array of a four-and-a-half-star faction, or even a peak four-star faction.
"No!"
Zhao Feng answered simply.
In fact, Zhao Feng also wanted to obtain an identity that could allow him to use the Teleportation Array of a four-and-a-half-star faction or above.
However, it was not easy to obtain this identity. Moreover, in the Gulong Region, Zhao Feng had offended quite a few factions. While the situation was unclear, he could not rashly reveal his identity.
"It's actually the Sky Lotus Nether Emerald Grass!"
Many passersby stopped in front of Zhao Feng.
Soon, most of the people on the street had gathered.
"Kid, what kind of map do you want?"
At that moment, a middle-aged man asked.
Intentionally or unintentionally, his body exuded a heart-palpitating Ghost Dao aura. If a weaker person got too close to him, they might even be affected.
"Rank Two True God!"
Many of the weaker Mystic Light Realm experts retreated far away.
Although he was a Rank Two True God, he was a Ghost Dao cultivator, so it was best not to provoke him.
"Complete maps of at least eight four-and-a-half-star factions or above!"
Zhao Feng straightforwardly said.
The map on the Sky Feather Island Lord's body contained information on six four-and-a-half-star factions, but the information on each faction was not complete.
"Kid, your price is too high. I only have complete maps of six four-and-a-half-star factions or above. Do you want to trade?"
The middle-aged man's face chilled, and an invisible pressure of the Ghost Dao began to converge on Zhao Feng.
On the side, Han Ning 'er gave a groan.
It was obvious that her peak Mystic Light Realm cultivation would find it very difficult to block the power of this Rank Two True God.
"Then scram!"
Zhao Feng's voice was flat.
However, as soon as the words left his mouth, all of the Ghost Dao aura in the area collapsed.
"You …!"
The Rank Two True God was stunned. He wanted to say something, but he stopped himself.
From Zhao Feng's display just now, he could tell that Zhao Feng was no weaker than him.
"Hmph, a trifling Rank Two Quasi-God can take out such a treasure. The Exchange Spiritual Hall's' hunters' won't let you go!"
The Rank Two True God retreated to the side and coldly snorted.
Anyone could enter an Exchange Spiritual Hall as long as they paid a certain fee.
However, there was a group of people who came to Exchange Spiritual Halls not to trade, but to search for prey. These people were called 'hunters'.
Once a hunter took a liking to an item, they would hide in the vicinity until the target left the Exchange Spiritual Hall.
Even more frightening was that many of these hunters traveled in groups of three to five.
For this reason, people who came to Exchange Spiritual Halls usually traveled in groups or hired experts to act as bodyguards.
"Heh, hunters?"
Zhao Feng inwardly chuckled.
Last time, he had exposed too much wealth in the Exchange Spiritual Hall of the Blue-Eyed Ice Wolf Race, so he ended up being targeted by the Blue-Eyed Ice Wolf Race.
But in the end, it was Zhao Feng who killed all of these hunters.
At this moment, Zhao Feng realized that several savage and bloodthirsty gazes were staring at him.
However, these people did not have very high cultivations. After all, this Exchange Spiritual Hall was not very high-level, and Rank Three True Gods were very rare.
More and more people began to ask Zhao Feng if he wanted to make a deal.
Two of them fulfilled Zhao Feng's requirements and had complete maps of eight four-and-a-half-star factions.
However, these two people had maps of two four-and-a-half-star factions, and Zhao Feng himself also had maps, so the transaction was not successful.
One day later, Zhao Feng still had not obtained the map he needed, but many people were hiding nearby.
"There are too few Rank Four True Gods in this Exchange Spiritual Hall. It seems like it'll be very difficult to make a deal!"
Zhao Feng sighed.
"Eh? Sky Lotus Dark Green Grass!"
At this moment, several shocked exclamations came from nearby.
Four figures began to stride toward Zhao Feng.
Two of them were youths, one was a woman, and the last was an elder with a gloomy face and an unfathomable aura.
All three of them shared a common trait: their skin was purple-black, their eyes were white, and their faces were cold and frightening.
"This is the Nether Ghost Race!"
"Aren't these three Quasi-God geniuses of the Nether Ghost Race? The youth leading them is Quasi-God Mo Gui! "
Quite a few people recognized this faction and began to make way.
The Nether Ghost Race was one of the stronger four-and-a-half-star factions of the Gulong Zone, on the same level as Yellow Dragon Pavilion.
"Sky Lotus Dark Green Grass is mine!"
Quasi-God Mo Gui's sinister white eyes stared at Zhao Feng and said.
"Map information on eight four-and-a-half-star factions!"
Zhao Feng looked at this person and said.
Quasi-God Mo Gui was only a Rank Two Quasi-God, about the same level as Quasi-Gods Di Lin and Lan Ye, whom Zhao Feng had met in the Ancient Dream Realm.
"Mm?"
Killing intent flashed through Quasi-God Mo Gui's eyes, and he made no attempt to conceal it.
He hadn't expected for a Quasi-God who was setting up a stall in an Exchange Spiritual Hall to not give him any face.
One had to realize that the Nether Ghost Race was a four-and-a-half-star faction overseen by an Ancient God. A four-and-a-half-star faction governed several dozen four-star factions and nearly twenty Exchange Spiritual Halls.
The rules of the Exchange Spiritual Hall were absolutely binding on the four-star factions, but they had no effect on the four-and-a-half-star faction that governed this territory.
Rules were always tools that the superior used to restrict the inferior.
Only the weak had to obey!
"Don't make trouble!"
The elder next to Quasi-God Mo Gui indifferently said.
This Exchange Spiritual Hall was not in the territory of the Nether Ghost Race, or else he wouldn't have bothered with Quasi-God Mo Gui.
"Give the Nether Ghost Race some face and I'll give you the map information on four four-and-a-half-star factions. Give me the Sky Lotus Dark Green Grass!"
The old man continued to speak.
By refusing Quasi-God Mo Gui, Zhao Feng had already given the Nether Ghost Race no face. If he really agreed to Zhao Feng's request and made a fair transaction, he would only be harming the Nether Ghost Race's face.
Zhao Feng's brow creased in displeasure.
If he was strong enough and had a fearsome status, he would never have been bullied like this.
"I came to trade for the map, not to sell face!"
Zhao Feng coldly said.
"Mm?"
This time, the elder furrowed his brow and unleashed an invisible pressure.
Hwoooo!
The surroundings darkened, and the faint screams of evil ghosts could be heard.
"Rank Four True God!"
Quite a few people hastily retreated in shock.
This elder was a Rank Four True God backed by the Nether Ghost Race. Even if he killed someone in the Exchange Spiritual Hall, the person in charge of the Exchange Spiritual Hall wouldn't say anything.
Quite a few people looked at Zhao Feng with pity.
Even the hunters gave up on this target.
"Haha, the people of the Nether Ghost Race want to fight in the Exchange Spiritual Hall?"
At this moment, laughter came from nearby.
Zhao Feng's eyes twinkled. This voice was rather familiar, but he couldn't immediately remember who it was.
"Isn't that Quasi-God Jian Feng of the Sky Haze Race?"
Quasi-God Mo Gui of the Nether Ghost Race coldly stared at the black figure flying over.
The Nether Ghost Race elder's gaze only lingered for a few moments on the blue-haired old woman behind Quasi-God Jian Feng.
"Quasi-God Jian Feng, what is the meaning of this? How could my Nether Ghost Race do such a thing!? "
Quasi-God Mo Gui coldly stared at Quasi-God Jian Feng.
"Brother Zhao, I didn't think that I would run into you here!"
Quasi-God Jian Feng walked toward Zhao Feng, a smile on his face.
Quasi-God Jian Feng was the prodigy of the Sky Haze Race that had invited Zhao Feng and the Golden-Armed Race to attack the phoenix nest.
"Hmph!"
Quasi-God Mo Gui coldly snorted, his face gloomy.
He had asked Quasi-God Jian Feng a few moments ago, but the other party had ignored him and started talking to the stall owner.
However, Quasi-God Jian Feng calling the stall owner "Brother Zhao" was rather surprising to Quasi-God Mo Gui.
Quasi-God Jian Feng had quite a bit of fame in the Sky Haze Race. Anyone who could call him brother was undoubtedly someone of status.
"These are the maps of eight four-and-a-half-star factions. I want the Sky Lotus Dark Green Grass!"
The Nether Ghost Race elder suddenly said as he took out a jade talisman. This talisman contained the information he had just imprinted.
The Sky Haze Race was a peak four-star faction, much stronger than the Nether Ghost Race.
Quasi-God Jian Feng also knew Zhao Feng. This meant that if the Nether Ghost Race wanted the Sky Lotus Dark Green Grass, they would have to make a fair trade.
"My apologies, but I'm closing up!"
Zhao Feng faintly smiled as he put away the two herbs, dismantled the stall, and walked toward Quasi-God Jian Feng.
Although he had only met Quasi-God Jian Feng once, he knew that the other party had a straightforward and carefree personality. He was not a very shrewd person.
Otherwise, Quasi-God Jian Feng wouldn't have come to help Zhao Feng. It was clear that he wanted to befriend Zhao Feng.
Since that was the case, Zhao Feng could have obtained the map from the Sky Haze Race. He might even have been able to borrow the teleportation array of the Sky Haze Race. There was no need for him to continue setting up a stall.
"Junior, you're very bold …."
The Nether Ghost Race elder's eyes gleamed with cold and sinister light as he spoke.
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