Peerless Soul Emperor

After Ye Wu Chen left, Ye Feng changed his residence. There were always hidden sentries at the original location.

If a hitman could make it once, then he could make it twice, then thrice!

Those who appeared normal during the day were most likely the assassins of Dark Hall at night!

Their sole purpose was to get money for their work!

Ye Feng did not close his eyes for the latter half of the night. On the table, there was a black robe and a green mask.

From her sleeve, Li Lei's cold body slowly crawled out and rubbed against his palm.

He thought that before long, he would have to participate in an underground black market competition in the Dark Hall. Fighting for the secret Profound Ranking, obtaining the Scarlet Feathered Wind Horn and helping this magical beast break the seal, he suddenly had an idea.

Since the assassins from the Hall of Souls hid themselves so well and wore masks to complete their missions, they shouldn't know each other!

Ye Feng picked up the green mask and covered his face with it, as if it had fused with his body.

"What do you want? Sneak into the Dark Hall? Hearing Lei shake her head, her tone sounded somewhat surprised.

Even she, a rank 7 Magical Beast, did not dare to rashly provoke the Netherworld Hall. Was this little fellow insane?

"Why not? On the continent of Mist Swamp, there is nothing that I do not dare to do! " Ye Feng chuckled, and then secretly felt lonely.

Back in the ninth day of the Soul Realm, he had single-handedly created the number one sect of the Lan Ze, and he was in high spirits.

However, they had to start all over again! The more dog blood he had in reality, the more intense his hatred he had for Su Jian Ning.

After wearing the black robe, Ye Feng's entire temperament suddenly changed, with an additional trace of invisible killing intent!

"What a madman!" Ree slipped back into her sleeve and ignored him.

Ye Feng was going to confirm one thing: whether the person who came to report was Ye Mei'er or not!

The darkness of the night was gradually dispersed by the dawn. Ye Mei`er also did not sleep at all throughout the night, occasionally listening for any activity outside.

Suddenly, her gaze became sharp as she looked at the roof and shouted, "Who is it?"

At the same time, he pulled out an edge knife from his feet and stabbed at a certain spot on the roof.

A large area of Wali was smashed into smithereens. Her blade had been caught by a black-robed man.

The typical Nether Hall killer attire startled Ye Mei'er. She shouted angrily: "The Nether Hall killer has dared to trespass into my Ye family. Is she tired of living?"

The black robed man was Ye Feng. He held a piece of white paper in his hand and dropped it down, and an old voice came out from his throat:

"You broke the rules!"

Swish! Ye Mei Er's expression immediately changed. The other party was wearing a green mask, a Great Sky Realm master!

"Senior, I … I had no choice!"

In the Nether Hall, the "cyan" man and the "cyan" face represented the Greater Celestial Realm of the Yellow Soul.

Purple character, purple face, and below the Sky Sovereign Stage of the Profound Soul Realm.

Black word generation, black grimaced face, Profound Soul Realm Greater Celestial level.

The one who was in need was the Blood Demon, an Elder of the Netherworld Hall, and an Earth Soul Realm expert!

Furthermore, the legendary White Demon Face was the master of the Nether Hall, and no one had ever seen his true appearance!

"Humph!" It's really you! " Ye Feng swung the blade in his hand and stabbed it into the table in front of her.

After glancing at it indifferently, he finally left. Since the other party wanted to live like this, he could not interfere!

Ye Mei'er was extremely baffled. According to the rules of the Nether Hall, anyone who rebelled against them would be sentenced to death!

Why did this expert let her go? This was equivalent to him taking back his life for some unknown reason!

Sweat poured down like rain!

After returning to his residence, Ye Feng put away all of his clothes into his spatial ring. His previous spoils of war from the Magic Beast Forest would have to be sold at the auction.

However, the other two families had invited the killers from Dark Hall to deal with him, so they should at least give a response!

Ye Feng thought for a moment and then took out the paper film. He poured his spirit power into his fingers and slowly wrote down the formula of a second grade recovery pill.

The biggest benefit of the three market cities in Yu Cheng came from the large number of mercenary groups stationed outside the city. What the mercenary group needed the most was recovery type medicinal pills.

The rest of the two families had been in a very high condition all this time. If the Ye Family could also produce recovery pills, they could deal a heavy blow to the other two markets.

However, refining pills required a great deal of effort and effort, and the spiritual force requirement for a martial artist was especially high.

Normally, only Profound Soul Realm experts would have a strong mind power to concoct pills. A lesser celestial spiritual energy in the Profound Soul Realm could barely produce a second-grade elixir!

In addition, a martial artist's own Black Tortoise Mark had to be of the fire attribute. Only a person with a fire attribute imprint could form a resonance with Pill Fire and reach the state where they could do as they pleased!

"In my previous life, I never thought that refining pills would be so important. After all, there is a special alchemist in the sect!"

"To think that he would have to forge pills himself in this life. I wonder if he has that kind of talent!"

Ye Feng smiled to himself. He had a lot of knowledge about pill formulas, but he had zero experience!

The harsh conditions for refining pills had also made alchemists a popular profession in the Lan Ze Continent.

Pills were divided into nine ranks, and so were apothecaries! A good alchemist could even condense pill traces on a pill.

Of course, almost every apothecary on this continent was a unique existence.

They were very terrifying, but it wasn't because they were that powerful. The might of an apothecary was reflected in his influence.

For example, a Tier 2 alchemist could completely rely on the Ye Clan or the Xiao Clan to become a Guardian. If there was anything wrong, the family that worshipped him would definitely do their best to help.

"Whether it works or not, we'll know after testing it!" Ye Feng packed up his things, and the Blue Flames on his back had already increased to 200 Jin, and his cultivation had been forcefully suppressed by a step!

The place he wanted to go was the biggest Alchemist Association in Yu City!

But before that, he had to change his Monster Core into a soul stone before buying enough medicinal ingredients. Thinking for a moment, Ye Feng walked out of the Ye Family's gate.