Douluo: Haotian myth

Tang Bufan suppressed the excitement in his heart and first randomly selected a belt next to the silver fragments.

"Boss, I wonder how to sell this belt?"

The lean middle-aged man was slightly startled, "Young Master has great eyesight, I didn't expect to pick out the most valuable treasure here at a glance!"

Tang Bufan was also stunned, and then showed a suspicious look. He just made a random selection, without using his mental power to detect, or using his fiery eyes. Could it be that he was so lucky?

Seeing that Tang Bufan didn't believe it, the lean middle-aged man quickly explained: "Sir, this is not an ordinary belt, it is a storage belt!"

Tang Feng next to him didn't believe it, "Boss, if it is really a storage belt, would you be willing to sell it instead of keeping it for yourself?"

A look of embarrassment appeared on the face of the lean middle-aged man, "Young gentlemen, to be honest, this belt has some flaws. He only has two storage compartments, one of which is damaged, and the remaining storage area is a bit small. Only

It can hold a few books, so..."

Tang Bufan deliberately showed a hint of surprise on his face, "Boss, I want this belt, please give me a price!"

A smile appeared on the face of the lean middle-aged man, as if he was a fat sheep, and he hesitated slightly.

"One hundred gold soul coins?"

Qingshan frowned, feeling that the price was too high.

Tang Ming's expression suddenly changed, "Boss, what a broken belt, one hundred gold soul coins, let's go?"

The lean middle-aged man spoke quickly, "Young gentlemen, the price is negotiable, don't you want to leave in a hurry? In the worst case, I'll let you pick a few things at my stall to make up for it."

Tang Ming still looked reluctant, then Tang Bufan spoke.

"Okay, boss, it's a deal, but I have to pick four things from your stall to make up for it."

The lean middle-aged man was overjoyed and said, "Okay, that's it, you can choose as you like?"

Tang Bufan took the belt and pretended to inspect the stall before choosing the silver Haotian Sword fragment.

"Brother Qingshan, I have already chosen, you three should also choose the same!"

After speaking, Tang Bufan took out one hundred gold soul coins and handed them to the boss.

The lean middle-aged man did not expect Tang Bufan to be so straightforward and neat. I wonder if others are stupid and have too much money, but they still have no experience in the world.

From the perspective of the lean middle-aged man, Tang Bufan and the four of them were dressed in ordinary clothes and did not look like rich people. The reason why they asked for one hundred gold soul coins was because they were ready to bargain.

But I didn't expect that these young men would be so generous, casually taking out a hundred gold soul coins.

Tang Feng took a deep look at Tang Bufan. He understood that the boss had his own reasons for doing things. They all knew that the belt was expensive. How could Tang Bufan not know that? It only meant that in his opinion, the belt was worth the price.

Later, Tang Ming, Tang Feng, and Qingshan each picked something before leaving Douhun Street.

Half an hour later, Tang Bufan returned to Mingyue Hotel with the supper prepared for Qingyu and Zihan. As for them, they had already eaten out.

On the second floor of Mingyue Hotel, Tang Bufan and Qingshan lived in the same room.

Looking at the silver fragment in Tang Bufan's hand, Qingshan finally felt that it looked familiar. It seemed to be the same as the fragment he gave to Tang Bufan, but the color was different.

"Feifan, did you buy that basically useless belt just for this fragment?"

Tang Bufan's excitement has not yet calmed down, "Yes, that belt is just incidental. This is my purpose. You know that I have a storage belt, so I don't need this thing at all. By the way, Qingshan

Brother, take this belt, it can hold some stuff!"

Qingshan hesitated before wearing it on his waist.

"Bu Fan, then I won't be polite."

Tang Bufan smiled and shook his head, took back the silver fragments, and began to practice sitting cross-legged on the bed.

Seeing this, Qingshan also started practicing.

Early the next morning, Tang Bufan stretched and ended his practice.

An hour later, the six of them had breakfast and left the Mingyue Hotel together. Today Tang Bufan planned to take them to the Great Soul Fighting Arena.

Half an hour later, Tang Bufan and the others arrived at a tall building complex, which was the Great Soul Fighting Arena of West Asia City.

Entering the Great Soul Fighting Arena, what caught Tang Bufan's eyes was a huge stone tablet with densely packed names carved on it. According to the information the elders had told him before, these were all the names of people who died in the battle.

The Great Soul Fighting Arena in West Asia City has one main soul fighting arena and twelve sub-spirit fighting arenas, which can accommodate more than 30,000 people watching at the same time. There are also dozens of VIP private rooms, which can not only communicate but also display various parties.

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Since it was their first time here and they were not familiar with the rules, Tang Bufan and the others did not register for the fighting spirit information. Instead, they bought six mid-level tickets for the gaming area, ready to wait and see first.

In the ninth branch of the spirit fighting field, the game area, and the one-on-one viewing platform, Tang Bufan and six people sat side by side, waiting for the spirit fighting to begin.

Although it is a separate soul fighting platform, the area is still not small, with a diameter of twenty meters. There is enough space for the soul masters to perform. Unfortunately, perhaps due to time constraints, there is no one-on-one fight in this ninth soul fighting arena.

There were not many spectators next to the Soul Stage. Only about one-eighth of the seats were occupied.

On the spirit fighting stage, a middle-aged man wearing standard clothing was standing in the center. He cleared his throat and said loudly: "Now, the first one-on-one spirit fighting in our ninth spirit fighting arena will be held.

Two soul sects will appear on the stage. They are the fighting soul sect Xue Tao who possesses the beast martial soul Gale Wolf King, and the fighting soul sect Zong Qing Sanyuan who has won five consecutive games and possesses the beast martial soul Iron Horn Ox. Who is Qing?

The Sanyuan War Soul Sect has once again achieved brilliance and won six consecutive victories. Will Xue Tao, a newcomer to the War Soul Sect, win? Let’s wait and see. Now, let’s invite two War Soul Sects to come on stage.”

Although the number of spectators in the stands was small, the atmosphere was strong. There were many loyal fans of Qing Sanyuan, shouting his name. As for Xue Tao, only a few people were interested in him, but none of them seemed to think highly of him.

Soon, a tall and sturdy figure quickly came to the soul fighting stage. This person was astonishingly about two meters tall. He had broad shoulders and a broad back, and his whole body was covered with a layer of granite-like muscles. Under his dark skin, there were python muscles.

His upper body was covered with small dark green snakes, and his big copper bell-like eyes flashed with fierce light. At the same time as he entered the court, he raised his head to the sky and let out an ear-splitting roar, releasing a powerful momentum.

This person was none other than the Qing Sanyuan Soul Sect who had won five games in a row. Opposite him, a somewhat thin middle-aged man walked slowly over, his figure actually a little floating. It was obvious that he was an agility soul master.

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On the viewing platform, Tang Bufan said easily: "Which one of these two people do you think can win?"

Tang Mingzhi took one look and said: "I bet Qing Sanyuan, he will follow the same strength route as us. As the saying goes, one force can defeat ten."

Tang Feng and Qingshan didn't speak, but Qingyu said: "I think Xue Tao can win? After all, the quality of the Gale Wolf King's spirit is higher than that of the Iron Horn Ox."

Zihan couldn't help but look at Tang Bufan, "Brother Tang, what do you think?"