"Boss, I'm going to be honest. Duan Jian is my mentor, and he asked me to come here to buy chalcedony wine..." Song Jian sighed and said.

Since the other party has guessed it, he doesn’t need to force himself. It is not because Song Jian can’t buy wine at that time.

"Hmph, I knew it was that bastard, coward, liar, scum..." A series of curses came from the woman's mouth, and the woman was full of anger. The aura on her body spread out like a sea, and even Song Jian couldn't help but take two steps back. This had almost turned into a substantial aura, which made Song Jian, who was standing next to the woman, feel suffocating.

After a while, the woman finally stopped, vented all her anger, and slapped her breathlessly on the counter. Suddenly, a clear palm print appeared on the hard surface of the counter. The edges of the palm print were smooth, just like a mold was engraved on it.

"Who are you from him?" The woman's eyes shot on Song Jian's face like a knife.

"I, I learned some skills with him, and I was my skill mentor..." Song Jian said carefully, and he suddenly realized that after the woman's breath was fully opened, she was actually even more terrifying than the king-level boss he had encountered.

"In other words, are you his disciple?" The woman stared at Song Jian and sneered: "You have heard a saying that "father is debtor and son... No, it is the master and disciple like father... No, it is the debtor and repayment, God..."

Bang!

The woman was furious and slapped the counter table again and said to Song Jian: "The debt that bastard owes me has fallen on you now, boy!"

"Don't be anxious, say slowly, if I can do it, I will definitely help you." Song Jian quickly comforted: "As long as you can sell me chalcedony wine!"

"Hmph, do you know what chalcedony wine is used for? It is used to temper sword energy!" The woman looked at Song Jian angrily and said, "This bottle of wine, this bottle of wine..."

The woman seemed to think of something sad and sad, and her eyes suddenly turned red. After a moment of silence, the woman took out a small jade bottle from her arms, handed it to Song Jian, sighed, and walked towards the stairs with a lonely face.

"How much does this cost?" Song Jian asked staring at the woman's back.

"Go back and tell that bastard, and I said that my Yufeng Niang never wants to see him again!" the woman said gritting her teeth.

Song Jian looked at Yu Fengniang disappearing on the second floor, then looked at the chalcedony wine in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Holding the chalcedony wine, Song Jian turned around and left the store, got the items, and did not spend a penny. This was a good thing for Song Jian, but for his mentor Duan Jian, the sequelae would probably be very serious, but the future will have nothing to do with Song Jian.

After getting the chalcedony wine, the rest were the flying sword and sword fairy suits. However, the area of ​​Donghai Mirage is too large. After a day of shopping, Song Jian did not finish all the shops. Moreover, people in Mirage would not disclose any information at all for items not sold by their own shops, which made Song Jian feel helpless.

Song Jian walked along the street towards a hotel he had passed by before. On the way, a group of people walked towards him excitedly, talking loudly while walking.

"Senior brother is worthy of being a senior brother. He won three consecutive games. If he hadn't exhausted his spiritual power, he would probably have won at least one more game!"

"More than that, if it weren't for the third sneak attack and using hidden weapons, the senior brother wouldn't have been able to use the "Screen Close Moon" move, at least one-third of the spiritual energy..."

"Hmph, the demon boy in the abyss hell has a bad character. Isn't the sneak attack and plotting tricks that they are best at..."

"However, the reward for winning ten consecutive games is really enviable. It's just that the epic long sword is a bit strange. Why doesn't there be a hilt?"

"Idiot, that's a flying sword! Do you understand the flying sword? You can step on it and fly in the air..."

"Flying sword, there is really this thing. I thought it was just a legend..."

Song Jian was stunned. The word "Flying Sword" was like magic, and it penetrated into his ears.

Moreover, after the plot of the abyss invasion began, he was particularly sensitive to the word abyss hell. When he heard that these people actually discussed the abyss hell and the flying sword, he couldn't help but be curious. He stepped forward, stopped a few people, and bowed: "Everyone, Song Jian, you are polite!"

A middle-aged man in a strong suit and carrying a long sword on his back looked up and down at Song Jian, bowed and bowed, "I wonder what's wrong with this little brother stopping us brothers?"

"I heard you just now, I don't know what the demonic boy in the Abyss Hell refers to?" Song Jian said with a sincere face: "The city where you are located is being invaded by the abyss monsters, so you hate them very much. I wonder where you have seen the creatures in the Abyss Hell?"

Hearing Song Jian say this, the faces of the few people suddenly became much more kind. The leader laughed and said, "It seems that this is the first time I have been to Donghai Mirage. I walk along this street, about 500 meters, turn left, there is a large courtyard, which is actually a fighting arena, and anyone can get off the field. If you can win ten games in a row, you will get a very generous reward. If you want to find trouble for the group of demons in the Abyss Hell, you might as well go there and take a look!"

"Thank you for your advice!" Song Jian thanked. He was about to go to this arena to take a look, but he saw a hesitant look on the person in the leader's face, and then said: "Little brother, that arena is said to have a background of the abyss hell, and the backstage is an abyss demon king. If you go, it's best to follow the rules and don't make trouble. Anyway, every game is guarding the Abyss demon clan. If you have the ability, you can kill them on the ring!"

"Abyss Demon King?" Song Jian was stunned and quickly bowed to thank him, "Thank you, brother, for reminding me, I understand."

Looking at Song Jian's back, Li Qi touched his chin and stood there thinking.

A disciple next to him pushed Li Qi and said, "Senior Brother, why don't you leave?"

"My junior brothers, although that man looks young, he is very strong. It seems that he is going to go to the arena to make trouble. Anyway, he has nothing to do, so why not join in the fun together?" Li Qi said with a smile.

"Senior Brother, that man looks like he is only in his twenties and has just a second-level combat power. Why is he so powerful?" A disciple next to him said dissatisfiedly: "Any one of us is better than him, right? Is the senior brother a little bit ambitious and destroys his own power?"

"Hmph, I'm going to say that your tricks are for venting your breath..." Li Qi snorted coldly, "The man's breath is condensed, like steel and iron, and his whole body is like a sword that has just been unsheathed. Standing beside him, I can feel the sharp sword intent emitted from the other party. He is not as simple as you imagine!"

"Since that's the case, let's go with the senior brother to watch the fun. By the way, you can also cheer for that little brother. Anyway, I don't like those abyss demons, so I'll be happy to kill more of this little brother!"

"Go, go together, go together..."

Li Qi laughed loudly, and with a few brothers, he turned his head and walked towards the arena where he had left before.

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Chapter completed!