Time flickered, noon was approaching, and Jing Jue Jia Jin and the two came to the black market as promised.

As ever, the black market was still as noisy as ever, and everyone was watching the ring intently, cheering on those who fought on it, some for his gamble, some purely for fun.

No one will pay attention to who leaves the black market and who comes back to the black market.

had made an appointment with Bai Shaoqun for the No. 2 ring before, and Jing Jue and the two of them wanted to go over there, Jia Jin was in front and Jing Jue was in the back, moving forward step by step along the crowded crowd.

"Ouch, who's the fuck leaving me alone!"

Jia Jin squeezed around the crowd with the copper coffin on his back, it was indeed inconvenient, and as soon as he walked a few steps into the crowd, one of the edges and corners of the copper coffin hit a person's head, causing a roar.

The man who was hit turned around, stared at Jia Jin with an unkind face, and said angrily: "The kid doesn't have long eyes!" While speaking, his eyes noticed the coffin on Jia Jin's back, and said: "Your father is dead or your mother is dead, and the coffin on your back is a filial son!"

Originally, Jia Jin was slightly sorry for bumping into someone, but when he heard this, he suddenly surged with anger, and the momentum of the eighth layer of qi cultivation in his body was released, and his eyes glared angrily: "You are looking for death, right?"

That person's cultivation was not high, and he had just entered the sixth layer of Qi training, and when he felt the momentum released by Jia Jin, he suddenly didn't dare to come out, and hurriedly got into the pile, and disappeared in a few moments.

Most of the surroundings are some six or seven layers of Qi training, and as soon as Jia Jin's eight-layer Qi cultivation qi is released, it immediately attracts everyone's attention, and they all look at Jia Jin and Jing Jue, although they don't dare to speak loudly, but the whispered guidance is endless.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen anyone who came to collect corpses?" Jia Jin felt the gaze, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and said directly.

When everyone heard this, you look at me, I look at you, they all shook their heads, in this black market, they really haven't seen anyone carrying a coffin to collect the body.

"Hey, you waste, you only deserve to be a lonely ghost when you die!

Suddenly, everyone sparsely got out of the way, in fact, this group of people was not all afraid of Jia Jin's strength, and there were many monks who practiced qi at the eighth level and above, these people just felt that in this black market, they would be contaminated with bad luck if they were involved with this coffin.

"Crooked mouth, you won't have any magic weapons in this coffin!" a middle-aged man who was not weak seemed to see some clues, and asked directly.

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes were focused on Jia Jin, there is a way that there must be a demon when things go wrong, and they are all waiting for Jia Jin's next words.

Who knows, Jia Jin looked at the person who spoke coldly, and said: "It's appropriate to bury you, okay, if you like it, the beauty of the gentleman's adulthood, I will sell this bronze coffin to you, not much, five spirit stones!"

While speaking, Jia Jin's aura was lucky, and he threw the coffin on his back into the air, and with a bang, it fell directly in front of the person who spoke, and said, "Give the spirit stone!"

Seeing this, the man suddenly burst into flames, this kind of behavior is tantamount to cursing him, if he is replaced by someone else on weekdays, he will not give up easily, but this person in front of him, dressed in the uniform of the third generation disciple of Yunhua Sect, is also comparable to himself, obviously not a good thing to mess with, and this is a black market, if he really takes the initiative to provoke a fight, the black-clothed team is not a person who eats rice, and only himself suffers in the end.

Thinking of this, the corners of the man's mouth twitched, as if he was not lightly angry, and hurriedly dodged a few steps, five meters away from the bronze coffin, and said with a disgusted face: "Hurry up and get rid of your, it's really unlucky!"

Jia Jin suddenly felt a touch of pride in his heart, but he was invisible, and then walked to the side of the copper coffin, squatted down, gently blew the dust that had just been contaminated, and swept towards everyone with thief eyebrows and thief eyes: "He doesn't want it, do you want it......?"

When everyone saw him like this, it was like seeing a plague god, even if people were crowded, they had to stay five meters away from this kid.

"Small business, let's take care of it, hey... This brother, don't run, I see that your Yin Tang is black, and you will definitely die today, why don't you take care of your future affairs first? There has been an activity recently, add five spirit stones, and wrap them in the soil!"

......

In the darkness of the black market, several pairs of eyes stared at this scene tightly, and someone said loudly: "This kid's coffin seems to contain some magic weapon." ”

"What good magic weapon can a person who cultivates qi at the eighth level, let him go, as long as he doesn't disturb the order. Another voice said disdainfully.

After Jia Jin's 'solicitation', the people around him were five meters away from him, leaving a space of dozens of squares for him, no matter how he walked, this space would always exist.

Coming to the No. 2 ring, Jia Jin put the coffin down, sat on it by himself, and comfortably took out a pack of spirit fruit from the storage bag and ate it.

"This is too awesome, the space in the VIP room is not so big!" Some of the little monks looked at Jia Jin with envious glances.

Jing Jue and Jia Jin sat side by side, looking around at the people around them, and couldn't help laughing, "You really have the ability!"

......

Jia Jin and Jing Jue chatted for a while, and the two of them fought in the second ring, and the winner was already divided, and then it was the turn of Jing Jue and Bai Shaoqun to fight.

After handing over the gambling money, the two figures swept into the ring, Bai Shaoqun was dressed in white and won the snow, the folding fan shook gently, one hand behind him, his face was full of confident smiles, and he looked like a jade man in the world, looking so chic.

Jing Jue was dressed in the clothes of the three generations of disciples of Yunhua Sect with a rough texture, and the bun on his head was also combed and frizzy, except for the inexplicable confidence on his face, compared to Bai Shaoqun, Jing Jue was simply useless.

As soon as the two of them came to power, the outer plate in the black market also opened, Jia Jin carried the coffin to the outer plate and took a look, and the odds of Jing Jue's victory reached one to eight!

Anyone who sees such a high odds will be tempted, but they have all heard of the name of the young master of the Nine Dao Palace, and his own strength is already good, and there is a folding fan in his hand, which is a magic weapon condensed during the Dan period.

Xingtian in the mouth of the audience, that is, Jing Jue, a third-generation disciple of Yunhua Sect, although he showed good strength on the first day, but after all, the background is too poor, and if he wants to compete with Bai Shaoqun, it is still a little insufficient.

Suddenly, a large number of people began to sell Bai Shaoqun to win, hundreds of spirit stones, flowing to the person who opened the market, just a few breaths, that person has already arrived in tens of thousands of spirit stones.

Jia Jin looked at this, and his heart itched, when will he make a plate of this kind of village.

But after a while, he came to his senses, and now he has this kind of thought, which is obviously not very realistic, and then he took out a storage bag and threw it in front of the dealer, saying, "I will win by buying a thousand spirit stones!"

Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene, and someone kindly reminded: "Brother, don't look at the odds so high, in fact, that kid has no chance of winning at all." ”

The person next to him hurriedly crutched him with his elbow and said, "Don't pay attention to this person, he has a sick brain, he just carried a coffin and shook it around, and now he is doing this again." No, my brain was crippled earlier. ”

"Maybe it's the dealer's trust. ”

......

In the ring, Bai Shaoqun stood opposite each other.

"Brother Tai can come as promised, and the real order is admired, and there is no respect, so let Brother Tai take the lead. This Bai Shaoqun's words were polite, with a Confucian demeanor, a smile, and a warm spring breeze.

Jing Jue saw Bai Shaoqun's fake appearance, and suddenly felt a wave of slander in his heart, he was coerced and lured before, and now he is talking about these polite words.

"It's better to be respectful than to obey!" Jing Jue saw that he was unhappy, and he didn't bother to talk to him anymore, and then the creatures under his feet swept straight towards Jing Jue, his hands were full of inspiration, and he had no intention of keeping his hands.

Before the battle, Jia Jin reminded him that this Bai Shaoqun's physical body was not very good, as long as he hit him hard, he could basically lock in the victory, and he would not let go of this opportunity to take the lead, and he would start to be ruthless as soon as he came up.

Seeing this, the corners of Bai Shaoqun's mouth were slightly slanted, drawing a strange arc, and then the fan closed, swept up, and the golden aura under his feet was swirling, and in a moment, his entire body became illusory.

"Pretend to be a ghost!" Jing Jue snorted coldly, and waved his fist towards Bai Shaoqun without hesitation.

Whew!

The strong wind was howling, the overlord's fist fell, Jing Jue suddenly felt a touch of strangeness, hurriedly turned back, and smashed a punch behind him without thinking.

Clang!

The punch really had an effect, and the fist collided with the folding fan, making a crisp sound.

Jing Jue looked at him coldly, Bai Shaoqun was looking at him playfully with the corners of his mouth, as if he was looking at the prey that caught his attention, and said lightly: "It's not bad." ”

"I hate such looks!" Jing Jue said coldly, his arm raised again, and the aura fluctuations on it were too much compared to before.

Bang Bang Bang!

A few punches in a row were blocked by Bai Shaoqun, I have to say that the moves of the Overlord Fist are still too simple, and Bai Shaoqun has a deep background, blocking a few punches, and he can figure out some paths.

"Well, your punching is fierce, but you don't take people seriously. Bai Shaoqun said, still full of disdain.

As soon as Jing Jue heard this, a worry suddenly rose in his heart, this kid is really not so easy to deal with, he is like a child in front of him, and all tricks have been seen through.

It seems that the next step is to use some unusual paths.

As soon as he thought of this, Bai Shaoqun swept over, the folding fan in his hand was like a sharp sword, and a cold light suddenly appeared, and said, "Let you see what the gap is!"