The person who came was the leader of the black market, Huang Mang, a soul sect. It is said that he was the first to wander in Luofeng City, and he came here to establish his own mountain.

"Welcome to the boss!"

All the bandits immediately greeted each other, whether they were injured or in a daze. Even those who had fallen to the ground before stood up, extremely respectful!

Although I had not met him, I had heard of him. Seeing Huang Mang walking towards him with a calm face, Wu Feng's eyes couldn't help but tremble. He finally got to know Chen Cong without fighting. Now that the former has appeared, the matter is afraid that it will not end well. Moreover, the other party is a soul maker. Even if he is just a soul maker, it is not something he can resist. To put it bluntly, he can crush himself to death with just one finger.

"Boy has met the boss!"

It is a blessing or not a disaster, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided. Wu Feng bent his teeth and bowed his waist to show his respect, and he was reluctant to get up.

He is cruel and bloodthirsty by nature. This is Huang Mang's definition in the world. Even his fellow black marketers did not object to this definition. Huang Mang did not respond and still walked towards Wu Feng calmly with a sinister face.

"Brother!"

Fearing that Huang Mang was not good for Wu Feng, Chen Cong frowned slightly and tried to block Huang Mang's steps, but was pushed away by the latter.

When he bent down and bowed, Wu Feng's heartbeat was getting faster and faster. It was nonsense to not bend down. In just a few steps, he was so tormented until his feet stopped at the moment.

Everyone held their breath, including Chen Cong, because here, in the black market, the power of life and death is dominated by only one person, and he is Huang Mang.

"Haha... OK, OK!"

Huang Mang suddenly burst into laughter, helped Wu Feng up and patted him hard on the shoulder.

The dark clouds dissipated, Chen Cong was stunned at first and then exhaled slightly, and the stone in Wu Feng's heart also fell down. I'm afraid that only those who were beaten up badly by Wu Feng felt a pity.

"The boss..." Wu Feng held his fists and saluted. He stretched out an olive branch, but he didn't climb up quickly? But he was blocked as soon as he spoke.

"No need to say more, I have seen it. You can tie this battle with our Laowu, and we will not blame each other for the past." Huang Mang said with a wave of his hand.

"The boss is generous and has extraordinary demeanor, and hesitates for a moment and then said: "The boy came here mainly to purchase equipment and medicines for hunting Linglu."

"Oh?" Huang Mang looked at Wu Feng again.

Unable to guess Huang Mang's eyes, Wu Feng hurriedly said, "There is only one purpose for this trip, and I dare not lie."

Huang Mang shook his head slightly, not doubting Wu Feng's motivation for this trip, and then said: "Although the spirit deer is not a soul beast and does not have much attack power, it is extremely fast and difficult to capture alive. Once it is shot and killed at a long distance, the blood in his heart will instantly dissipate, and there is no time to extract it. Brother, your mission this time is a bit difficult."

Undeniable, Wu Feng nodded and replied: "What the boss said is very true, but the head of the family has already ordered that the boy should do his best."

"Well, let's get along with Lao Wu. When the hunting is over, I hope my little brother can come and sit more often. The door of the black market will be open to you at any time." Huang Mang said with a smile.

"Thank you, I will be disturbing you in the future!" Wu Feng replied.

Huang Mang nodded, then left with the gaze of the audience.

Wu Feng and Chen Cong both breathed a long sigh, their eyes connected, smiled at each other, and everything was silent. Then they both walked out of the tavern, leaving behind a mess and a group of blue-faced bandits.

"Hey, didn't you just say you wanted to deal with this guy?" A thin bandit looked at the fat companion beside him sarcastically.

He was slightly stunned. The fat man glared at him in anger, and pointed his finger at his face that was swollen into a pig's head and mumbled, as if saying: Damn, can you speak like this?

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The walls are decorated with calligraphy and paintings, and the room layout makes it difficult to associate with the bandit's nest, but it is very consistent with Chen Cong's temperament.

Wu Feng stood under a landscape painting, staring silently until Chen Cong brought the tea.

"Please!" Chen Cong handed the tea to Wu Feng, and then looked at the scroll on the wall, "The paintings in the room were all my casual strokes when I was traveling through the mountains and clouds, which made my little brother laugh."

"The Five Heads are all so elegant!" Wu Feng admired him very much. At this time, a fragrance accompanied by the fragrance of the night breeze hits his nose, "Good tea!"

Chen Cong looked at Wu Feng sideways, then tidied up his clothes and clasped his fists respectfully, "I'm going to ask Chen Cong yet?"

Putting the teacup on the table beside you, Wu Feng replied respectfully: "Wu Feng!"

They didn't know each other before, but now they have officially become famous and have made friends. The two have the same look in their eyes, and they wish they had met too late.

"Brother Chen, why do you..." Wu Feng's favor for Chen Cong made Wu Feng less taboo and asked directly out of his doubts.

"You are trying to ask why I am in this black market." Chen Cong smiled slightly and replied.

Wu Feng nodded, Chen Cong must be too out of place with the black market.

Chen Cong also picked up a cup of tea himself, took a sip and replied slowly: "I was wandering in Luofeng City back then, but I was forced to go to the forefront because I offended some people. It was the boss who saved me and brought me here."

"So that's it. I'm ashamed. I've only been to Luofeng City for a few times and have never experienced it there." Wu Feng nodded in understanding. People like Chen Cong mostly regard money as feces, and the only thing that can impress him is the word "Yi".

"Although Luofeng City is huge, the forces of all parties are complicated. It is better not to go to a mortal like you and me." Chen Cong said in a deep voice, as if he had recalled some of the things that happened back then in his mind.

"Brother Chen has heard of the Blood Master of Luofeng City?" Wu Feng continued to ask out of curiosity.

"Blood Master!?" Although Chen Cong maintained his usual look, Wu Feng still felt the slightest stuttering in his voice. "There are not hundreds of sects in Luofeng City, but dozens of them. I am not very familiar with the Blood Master you mentioned. By the way, how many goods do you need this time?"

Seeing that Chen Cong was deliberately talking about the topic, Wu Feng did not continue to ask questions. He must have no need to deliberately inquire about the Blood Sect. When he saw paper and pen on the table, he wrote a list and handed it to Chen Cong.

Chen Cong took the list and looked at it, and said in surprise: "So many?"

It is logical that the amount of equipment and medicines required for a hunting is not large, but this list is three or four times more than the conventional demand. The reason why Wu Feng changed his mind temporarily is very simple, and he is prepared for any trouble.

"Is there any difficulties?" Wu Feng asked, looking at Chen Cong who was a little troubled.

Shaking his head slightly, Chen Cong carefully read the list again, and then said: "Most of them are fine, but ten soul storage bottles are a bit tricky. This thing is expensive and rarely used on weekdays. It is difficult to get all the numbers for a while."

The reason why Linglu’s heart blood is precious is that it is difficult to obtain and must be extracted when Linglu is alive. Even if it is only injured, it will have an impact on the effect of the heart blood; the second is that it is not easy to store and must be stored in a special container. Soul storage bottle is one of them, which is a relatively cheap one.

Nodded, Wu Feng could not deny it, "Since that's the case, then you can count as much as you have."

"Okay, I'll go and prepare now. You'll feel aggrieved in my room tonight." Chen Cong nodded and walked out of the room.

Every furnishing in the room seems to have a specific meaning, and every scroll seems to be a world. Wu Feng did not refuse, how could he feel wronged when he lived here?

Chen Cong's steps gradually drifted away, and Wu Feng began to intoxicate himself. However, when he came to a corner, his whole body seemed to be hit by lightning and suddenly became tight.
Chapter completed!