After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 132 Famous
One by one always treats her like a persimmon.

Song Jingmo sighed inwardly, bent his body back, and condensed his spiritual power into a sharp spear tip.

With a twist of the body, the long stick turned into a spear and sent out in an instant.

Shadow's dagger was only a hair away from cutting through Song Jingmo's neck, and before he could make another move, the spear pierced through his body.

With a little force in his hand, Song Jingmo pulled out the spear, his eyes didn't stay for a moment.

"Assignment."

Blood soaked through his clothes, dripping to the ground.

Slowly feeling the pain from the abdomen, Shadow lowered his head and saw the wound, but he couldn't mobilize his spiritual power to seal the meridians to stop the bleeding.

His spiritual core was shattered.

Without him noticing.

Even Lingzun couldn't bear the loss of a large amount of blood.

The shadow's body was shaky, and finally half-kneeled on the ground.

The previous ambition and greed are no longer in his eyes, only regret.

The audience didn't care about Shadow's injuries, life and death, they only saw that the newcomer Lingshi easily defeated the top ten shadows in the underground ring area in a single move.

For a moment, deafening shouts filled my ears.

Song Jingmo put away his weapon, walked down the ring with his jade token, and went to find someone to cash in the spirit stone.

Successfully defended the ring for ten rounds, starting with defeating a giant with extremely high defense, and ending with killing a shadow with extremely fast speed.

The name Lingshi spread rapidly in the dungeon.

Not just in the underground arena.

Powerful people always have some unusual pastimes.

Putting people together like wild animals and watching them compete for the final winner is also one of the pastimes.

The 11 top-grade spirit stones emit a soft light and a pure aura. When stacked together, they are quite eye-catching.

Song Jingmo took a piece casually, watched the people quickly count the spirit stones, nodded a little arrogantly, and pretended to be a young master who is not bad for this spirit stone, and pretended to be the rest of the spirit stones impatiently. Into the storage artifact.

Seeing that he didn't care about these spirit stones, Song Jingmo was quite happy in his heart.

Rounding it up is a large fortune earned by myself.

In the past, Song Jingmo couldn't have imagined such a number of high-grade spirit stones.

Now, having seen the aura environment in Zongmen's spiritual realm, and obtained many spirit stones through auctions, Song Jingmo still feels that the more spirit stones in his hand, the better.

Just like before, she felt that there were too many things to overwhelm her.

Lingshi is not only a resource with stable value and not easy to depreciate, but also can be used as currency.

She happened to be short of spirit stones.

The spiritual energy in the Beixuan domain is not enough, and the recent practice has consumed a lot of spiritual stones.

After all, there is no Lingshi mine at home, and I have no idea of ​​depriving cultivation resources.

If you can't save money, you must increase your income.

Before Song Jingmo was about to leave, a middle-aged man with a happy face stopped in front of her.

"The strong man stays -"

Song Jingmo glanced at his little arms and legs, automatically acquiescing that he does not belong to the category of strong men, moved to the side, and was about to bypass people and leave.

The middle-aged man was a little anxious, and reached out to grab Song Jingmo.

Song Jingmo's eyes turned cold, and he took a step back, avoiding the hand extended by the middle-aged man.

"doing what?"

"You are so impolite. I'll just ignore you when I talk to you, and you plan to walk away?"

"You're so rude, I don't care about you anymore, don't you know what I mean? Do you still use your hands?" Song Jingmo asked with a half-smile, speaking extremely fast.

"I haven't said anything serious yet, you just have such an attitude, and I don't know what the boss likes about you—" The middle-aged man put away the smile on his face.

Originally, if the matter could be negotiated smoothly, he would get a lot of spirit stone share, not to mention his own status.

Therefore, he was willing to put on a good-natured attitude to contact Lingshi.

"What does your matter have anything to do with me? I'm leaving, please don't get in the way, let me out of the way." It's not hard to guess what the intentions of this inexplicable man are, but Song Jingmo has not been involved in the troublesome things for the time being. idea.

Seeing that the middle-aged man was still standing at the door, Song Jingmo directly used his spiritual power to push him aside and left quickly.

When the middle-aged man came to his senses, his face was full of annoyance, and he went back to the box and talked to the boss he had mentioned in detail.

The man with a mask covering half of his face was holding a wine glass, with bright red liquid still standing on the corner of his lips.

After the person finished speaking, he chuckled lightly and said, "Do you think everyone is a fool?"

"In the underground arena, who is in charge?"

Feeling the strong coercion, the middle-aged man's body suddenly trembled like chaff, his rosy and rich face had turned pale, and cold sweat was about to break out.

"Don't be smart."

"Do what you should do." The man shook the cup and casually threw the cup at the middle-aged man's feet.

A thick carpet was laid on the ground, and the wine glass fell without making any sound.

The wine in the glass splashed and wet the middle-aged man's clothes.

Lingxiu often wears long robes with wide sleeves, and looks like a fairy.

Women will pay more attention to their clothes, and all kinds of skirts are exquisite and beautiful.

Song Jingmo shook off the tail behind him, cleared the mixed aura on his body, changed his clothes and entered the dungeon again.

This time she went to the trade area of ​​the dungeon.

The trade area sounds more chaotic than the underground ring area.

All kinds of transactions can be carried out here.

In order to look more orderly, the trade area is also divided into several areas for different businesses.

The trading of slaves of various races is carried out in the slave trade area, where the smell is messy and the smell is unpleasant.

Song Jingmo held his breath, and walked through the slave trading area without looking sideways, and arrived at the spiritual material trading area.

In the auction house two days ago, she auctioned off some spiritual grasses and artifacts, using the part of the Beast Orb that she could not use.

There were also a batch of rare spirit materials of good quality and varieties at the auction, and the final transaction price was also extremely high.

Since the path of auction could not go, Song Jingmo decided to pick up the leaks.

The steward of the auction house who appraised the spirit grass told her that many spirit herbs were sold every day in the trade area of ​​the dungeon, and the price was cheap.

It is naturally cheaper than the auction price.

At the same time, all the good things have already been selected by the auction house, so it is more difficult to find the missing ones.

Thinking that he hadn't added anything to the Wanshou jewelry store yet, Song Jingmo took Xiaobai along for this trip.

The spiritual material trading area not only has spirit flowers, grass, and fruits for refining medicine, but also materials that may be used for refining weapons.

Song Jingmo turned around, but there was nothing good in the stall.

She doesn't like spirit herbs of average quality.

After finally seeing a good spiritual herb, I found that the spiritual herb was not dug well, and most of its potency had been lost.

She is purely wronged if she buys this kind of thing.

Xiaobai didn't respond to the spirit herbs in those small stalls either. Song Jingmo stretched out his finger and rua Xiaobai's head, and walked towards a spiritual material shop.

The land boundary of the dungeon cannot be described with every inch of land and gold.

Those who can open a shop in the dungeon and continue to do so must either have real materials or a background, or both.

After a cursory glance, at least there is no messy spiritual grass dug up.

Song Jingmo let go of his heart a little, and slowly saw the processed spiritual herbs placed outside.

The condition is good, the vintage is not bad, the handling is professional, and there is no loss of potency.

The admiration in my heart is nothing but admiration, Song Jingmo is not satisfied with these spiritual herbs.

These spiritual herbs are so good, they are just ordinary to her.

The above-grade spirit stones are sold in units of dozens to hundreds of spirit stones. Song Jingmo does not lack spirit herbs of this quality.

She usually wastes a lot when doing experiments and refining medicines.

"What spiritual herb does the guest want to see?"

"Old and rare." Song Jingmo has no shortage of spiritual herbs for refining medicine, and he just wants to learn more, and by the way, fill up the treasure house of Wanshou.

There was only one shopkeeper in the shop. The shopkeeper looked to be in his fifties, with half-white hair on his temples, and he spoke and acted slowly.

"Those spiritual herbs are placed in the back, and the guests come with me."

At this time, there were no other customers in the shop. Song Jingmo glanced at the various stones, metals, and woods placed on the other side of the shop, and followed the shopkeeper into the area separated by the curtain.

The space behind the curtain is much larger than Song Jingmo imagined.

The shelves that occupy three walls are full of boxes, and the other area is where the shopkeeper usually handles medicinal materials.

"If you don't mind the herbal tea you make, you can try it." The shopkeeper invited Song Jingmo to take a seat, took a few boxes from the shelf, and lined them up on the table.

Song Jingmo smelled the smell of medicinal tea, and found that there was no medicinal smell, only the faint bitter smell that grass plants often had. The tea soup was very clear, and it was said to be medicinal tea, and the medicinal materials and tea leaves could not be seen at all.

Feeling nothing wrong, Song Jingmo took a tentative sip.

Slightly bitter, after drinking it, the mouth is full of fragrance, and there is a hint of sweetness after swallowing.

Unable to tell whether it was the fragrance of flowers and fruits or the fragrance of leaves of some kind of plant, Song Jingmo put down his teacup and concentrated on looking at the spirit grass displayed by the shopkeeper.

This batch of spirit grass is at least a thousand years old, and the quality is also high.

It's just that the rarity is not up to Song Jingmo's requirements.

"Shopkeeper, are there any rarer ones?" Song Jingmo asked sincerely while drinking tea from a teacup.

The shopkeeper closed the box containing the spirit herbs and put the box back to its original place before he said helplessly, "Some spirit herbs have no medicinal value but are scarce in quantity. Such spirit herb shops don't collect them."

"In addition, there are some precious and rare spiritual grasses, which can be said to be hard to come by, and if you are lucky, you must carefully preserve them."

"Guests may wish to explain in detail what spiritual herbs they want. Although my shop is small, most of the spiritual herbs are available." It wasn't because the shopkeeper was reluctant to take out the treasures at the bottom of the box, he couldn't figure out what this customer was thinking at all.

When ordinary people buy spirit herbs, most of them have a specific purpose. They are clear about what year, what year, and how many plants of each spirit plant they want.

This guest wanted a rare spirit herb with a high age. The millennium year is a watershed for high age, but it is difficult to determine the range of rarity.

Song Jingmo realized that he had a problem for the shopkeeper, thought about the rare spiritual herbs that he had seen in the Pharmacopoeia, and reported them one by one.

"There are all these spirit grass shops." The shopkeeper heaved a sigh of relief.

"But it hasn't been processed yet, it's all fresh spiritual grass, I don't know—"

"Fresh spiritual grass is better." Song Jingmo thought that the spiritual grass could not be eaten directly, and the dried spiritual grass that had been processed was even more difficult to chew. It was not suitable for the next owner of the Beast Orb, so it was better to refine it into a potion or Medicinal pills, not to mention more fully utilized medicinal power, are better preserved and more convenient to use.

Song Jingmo never thought that Song Qingyan would always exist in the form of the Beast Bead and Artifact Spirit.

In her subconscious, Song Qingyan has always been human.

After asking about the price, he readily paid for the spirit stones, and when he came out, he bought the commonly used spirit herbs displayed in the shop.

While waiting for the shopkeeper to pack the spiritual grass, Song Jingmo stood in front of the display shelf on the other side, and Xiaobai scratched Song Jingmo's palm with his paw.

This is the secret code that was agreed before.

When he found something good, Xiaobai scratched Song Jingmo's palm to remind him.

"Shopkeeper, are these all refining materials?"

"Not all of them. Some of them looked strange, so they stayed." The shopkeeper looked up and continued with his movements.

Song Jingmo inspected the past one by one, and found that there were original spirit stones among the stones.

The aura emitted by the original spirit stone is very special, but the aura contained in it is not too much, and it is at most the quality of a middle-grade spirit stone when it is fully opened.

"That's a medicine stone. It can be used as medicine after being ground into powder." The shopkeeper moved quickly. The spiritual herbs that Song Jingmo bought had already been installed and can be directly stored in the spiritual storage device. Seeing Song Jingmo's eyes resting on a certain place, he introduced .

Alchemists often use various spiritual materials as medicine, stone, wood, metal, insect corpses and animal bones are all kinds of alchemy materials.

Thinking that Song Jingmo didn't recognize the medicine stone, the shopkeeper judged in his heart that this guest was a new alchemist, and the rare spiritual grass he bought was for his master.

It is impossible for a young alchemist to master advanced alchemy techniques, and with such financial resources and vision, he presumably came from a great sect.

The little pet in the guest's hand looks ordinary, but the shopkeeper has extraordinary eyesight, and can recognize it as an extremely rare spirit mouse at a glance.

Spirit-seeking mice are usually only available to highly valued disciples of Danling Valley.

The combination of these details that can be deduced from the details is enough to determine the identity of the guest.

In a very short period of time, the shopkeeper had already identified Song Jingmo as a disciple from Dan Linggu.

Song Jingmo didn't know the shopkeeper's misunderstanding, so he chose a few items seemingly at random and asked the shopkeeper to install them. When he was about to ask the price, the shopkeeper smiled at the fine lines at the corners of his eyes.

"These can be regarded as an addition to the customer's care of the shop's business today." His shop usually does not do business with individual customers a few times, and usually supplies to auction houses. It is rare for a customer to come to the door. The shopkeeper is in a good mood today and doesn't care about giving up profits. .

"Then I'll come back next time." Song Jingmo didn't refuse, collected the things he bought, and left the shop.

The purpose of this trip has been achieved, but there is still plenty of time, so Song Jingmo really went to the trade area.

When I saw something I was interested in, I took out the spirit stone and bought it. After a while, a small mountain was piled up in the storage spirit device for storing sundries.

Exhausted from shopping, Song Jingmo walked out with a bag of food. When he passed the slave trading area, he noticed a gaze staring at him. Looking over, he saw Liu Qiaoer who was sitting next to the man who sold the slave girl that day. .

He calmly withdrew his gaze and left the trade area. The people in the underground arena were still discussing the newcomer Lingshi who had won ten consecutive victories.

The atmosphere was chaotic and noisy.

Song Jingmo was used to this kind of movement, his eyes accurately found Bu Yu who was still in the stands, and he raised his hand to eat.

Unexpectedly, they got off from the stands and the two left together.

It was night in Disorder City, and the auction house held auctions every night, and the lights were brightly lit all night.

In the area outside the auction house, scattered lights were on, and most of them were in darkness.

　Because I often feel that I write rubbish and it is difficult to type

　　
　
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