Wang Sheng asked curiously. He and his companions accidentally picked up this meteorite when they went on an adventure. They originally thought it was just an ordinary meteorite, but now it seems that this meteorite is much more precious than they thought.
Tang San was naturally very proficient in this aspect of knowledge. He touched the rough surface of the meteorite iron and said happily: "The meteorite iron is similar to ordinary meteorite iron, but it has some unburned extraterrestrial energy on it.
Materials, such as these crystal particles on this piece of meteorite, are a strange catalyst."
"After extracting it, if you encounter some ores that are difficult to smelt and add it in later, you can easily smelt the ores. Speaking of which, the most precious thing about meteoric iron is not the meteoric iron itself, but these strange extraterrestrial substances.
"
"So that's it." Wang Sheng nodded, but he didn't pay much attention to it. After all, he was not a blacksmith and didn't use weapons. The meteorite iron didn't attract him anymore.
At this time, Tang San suddenly raised his head and said seriously: "Wang Sheng, why are you selling this meteorite iron? I bought it."
Wang Sheng was stunned for a moment, and then hesitantly said: "Originally, my companions and I planned to pay three hundred gold soul coins, but since it's you, third brother, let's go for two hundred."
Tang San smiled: "Just three hundred, I'm not short of these few gold soul coins."
"Huh?" Wang Sheng looked at Tang San with some surprise. Is Tang San so rich now?
Zhao Xuan explained at the side: "Xiaosan is now a soul master, and the monthly subsidy is one hundred gold soul coins, so naturally there is no shortage of money."
Wang Sheng trembled when he heard this, and the pastry he was holding fell to the table. He was shocked and said: "Is the third brother now a soul master?"
There was some bitterness on his face. He was four years older than Tang San and was only at level 19. He was still hoping to break through to the Great Spirit Master this year. Unexpectedly, Tang San had already broken through to level 30. This person was really better than anyone else.
It's so annoying.
Tang San sighed and shook his head, with a hint of bitterness on his face as well: "It doesn't matter to me, after all, Xiaoxuan is already a Soul Sect."
Phew!
Wang Sheng felt like a sharp sword was inserted into his heart, and Tang San's words once again stabbed his fragile heart. Although he always knew that Zhao Xuan was hiding something, he didn't expect that he was already a Soul Sect!
No, maybe I should have thought of it earlier, after all, the Soul Sect before was not Zhao Xuan's one-stop general. However, this combat power seems to be too terrifying, as even people of the same level can kill them with one kick.
If I remember correctly, Zhao Xuan is not yet thirteen years old, right?!
"Boss Zhao is really awesome." Wang Sheng said with a bitter smile.
Zhao Xuan smiled and said: "No matter what, it's just average."
The people at the same table were silent, and Dai Mubai and others next to them also fell silent, feeling inexplicably sad in their hearts.
Brother, please stop talking. You are just being ordinary. What should we do?
…
After reminiscing about old times, everyone finally parted ways. It was already approaching evening. After drinking tea at the tea shop for an afternoon and eating some pastries, everyone was not too hungry.
So everyone returned to the hotel and went out for dinner in the middle of the night, but Ma Hongjun still didn't come back.
Oscar said with a lewd smile: "This guy won't turn into a soft-footed shrimp when he wakes up tomorrow."
Looking at the girls who were changing their faces, Dai Mubai angrily shouted: "Oscar, stop talking about this."
Oscar nodded nervously. When he saw Ning Rongrong's disgusted look, he suddenly felt like crying. He wished he could give himself a slap in the face. Why did he say this so politely? It's okay now! The image he had finally built up collapsed again.
Zhao Xuan shook his head at the side. This is an example of how you will not die if you don't seek death.
After returning from dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to rest, preparing to face the second phase of training tomorrow with a full spirit.
Although the training this time is much easier, it is also more dangerous! After all, this is a competition! If you are not careful, you will get injured! If you don't maintain a good condition, you will probably be knocked out by your opponent if you lose your focus.
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The next day.
Because everyone is participating in one-on-one, two-on-two and team battles, the time is arranged in the evening, because these competitions are gambling games and are most suitable for ordinary people to watch.
People who work during the day only have time at night, so in order to maximize the benefits, Soto Grand Arena arranges most of the games at night.
Unlike the indiscriminate competitions that Zhao Xuan participated in, the audience for this more dangerous and bloody competition is mostly wealthy businessmen, nobles, and soul masters. These people have plenty of time in the day, so this kind of competition usually happens all the time.
In the evening, Shrek and his group walked into the Soto Spirit Fighting Arena. The twelve people in the group were particularly eye-catching because nine of them were wearing masks.
Although there are many spirit masters who hide their identities in spirit fighting, there are very few teams where everyone wears masks.
People around were talking a lot, but everyone in Shrek turned a deaf ear because the master was giving lectures at this time.
"I won't say much about this phase of training, because it's useless to say more. I guess you are also very clear about the purpose of the second phase of training. I only have two requirements for you."
"The first is to go all out! The second is to protect yourself with all your strength! Do you understand?" the master said with a serious look.
"Understood!" Everyone said in unison, with fighting spirit in their eyes!
The one-on-one competition is about to begin. The little monsters first change their titles to hide their real names, and then sign up.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Xuan walked straight towards the underground of the Soto Great Soul Fighting Arena. He still had some time before the team battle, which was enough to walk around the underground spirit fighting arena.
And when Zhao Xuan's figure appeared in the underground hall, countless eyes looked at him with surprise.
"Is this an ink mystery?"
"Is he here again?"
After two battles, the name of Mo Hexuanji also gained quite a reputation in the Soto Underground Soul Fighting Arena. The hearts of many soul masters who had signed up to participate in the indiscriminate competition suddenly stopped, hoping not to meet this weird guy.