Volume 3: The Sword That Shines on the Demon Clan Chapter 11: The demon race is really a bit naive
"What do you like?"
Seeing that Wang Chen was really interested in the items here, the white rat finally greeted him.
"Why are these tattered things able to be sold for thousands of Demon Yuan Stones? Is there really someone who would buy them?" Wang Chen pretended to be sarcastic.
"Hmph, what do you know?" Provoked by Wang Chen, Bai Shu put on the airs of a scholar.
These things were taken out by masters of various races from various ruins and ancient tombs. They contain wonderful auras and are of the same value as storage rings. How can they be ordinary things? They are just not suitable for use by our demon race.
"Oh, I see. What a coincidence, my master is quite interested in these items. I wonder if he can give me a discount?"
Wang Chen looked like he was learning a lesson.
He secretly calculated in his heart that although these inherited items were cheap in comparison, their combined value far exceeded 10,000 demon stones...
"This is a consignment shop. I don't set the price. Buy it if you like it. If you want to bargain, please come back." White Rat has a gruff temper.
"Then I'll buy this and this." Wang Chen said, pointing to the cheapest broken sword and bracelet on the counter.
The white rat, who thought the deal was over, suddenly had his eyes brightened.
The business of this consignment house is very bad. Basically, the demons only take items whose value they are not sure of to the consignment house. And the so-called items have mostly been identified in various ways and are basically a synonym for waste. Who would be interested in such things?
As for the other type, they just randomly set a high price with a gambling mentality. If it can be sold, it will be a blessing. If it cannot be sold, then he has no hope.
We sold two pieces of junk at once today, which is almost half a year's turnover for the consignment store.
The white mouse smiled happily and immediately became enthusiastic.
After putting away the two inherited items, Wang Chen's eyes casually swept over the other items.
"When will the arena open?"
This was the first time he was so eager for the Demon Yuan Stone.
"Tomorrow at noon."
"So late?" Wang Chen frowned.
"Why, are you in a hurry?" Bai Shu smiled and advised: "Maybe you have some hard skills, but I have been in the underground fighting arena for ten years, and I have seen many people like you who think they are geniuses, but in the end, they all came out with nothing."
"This fighting arena is filled with the descendants of the Demon King and even young masters with the bloodline of the Demon Emperor. I advise you not to rashly enter the lower-level fighting arena."
"You should know that this is above the Demon Emperor's Tomb. Almost all young geniuses under the age of 30 who aspire to become the Demon Emperor will come here to try their luck. The lower you go, the more terrifying your cultivation becomes. You may call yourself a genius, but you will become a waste in a certain level of the fighting arena. It is better for you to know yourself well and gain experience in the low-level arenas."
"Yeah." Wang Chen nodded. He did not agree with Bai Shu's miserable lifestyle, but he did not refute other people's choices.
After collecting the two inheritance items and paying the demon essence stones, Wang Chen walked out of the pawn shop.
"Brother Fish." The penguin suddenly said weakly.
"Um?"
"Aren't you out of money now? Let me return what you gave me first." Ximen Youqian seemed to have made a great decision.
This surprised Wang Chen a little. He clearly remembered that in reality, there were many friends who seemed to be brothers and sisters on the surface, but after borrowing money from you, no matter what difficulties you encountered in life, they would pretend to turn a blind eye, never mention the matter of borrowing money, and even make up some twists and turns to prevent you from asking them to pay them back.
Considering the wealthy environment in which Simon lives, making this decision is enough to show that he is a kind-hearted penguin.
"Do you think I'm someone who's short of money? " Wang Chen was a little touched, but said proudly.
"It looks like it now." Penguin nodded seriously.
Wang Chen was stunned. He forgot that this penguin was very good at killing the conversation.
"It won't be like that tomorrow."
He patted the penguin's big furry belly.
It feels really good.
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Dear guests, welcome to the underground arena king battle.
Half a day had passed since Wang Chen walked out of the pawnshop, and the leopard demon's voice echoed in the arena again.
coax!
The huge crowd of monsters in the audience cheered as if they were injected with chicken blood.
Among the three fighting modes, only the Battle of Kings is the bloodiest and most exciting, with a very high attendance rate.
Wang Chen, who made use of this period of training to absorb some of the power of inheritance and lit up a small star in his sea of qi, stood refreshed under the arena, waiting to go on stage.
After winning this battle of kings, he will get 20,000 demon stones, which can be used to buy all the inherited items.
According to his estimation, after swallowing it all, he will be qualified to break through to the seventh Nirvana.
Due to the low level of viewing, not many people watched the single-player battle on the second level, and the winning reward was only a few hundred Monster Yuan Stones.
The huge disparity in rewards made him decisively refuse to beat up a child, and instead chose a battle of kings to beat up a group of children.
"The battle will officially begin in ten minutes. Now, let's take a look at the exciting contestants."
"First, today's strongest seeded player is Bao Tong."
Following the introduction of the leopard monster, a monster with a well-proportioned body and sharp eyes was projected onto the mirage.
"Bao Tong has already won ten consecutive games in the singles competition in the arena, and is qualified to enter the third-level arena, but in order to hone himself, he still chooses to stay in the second-level arena..." The leopard demon introduced in a very infectious manner.
Wang Chen stood aside, waiting for the game to begin boredly.
But when the leopard demon introduced the 40 brave warriors as usual, his projection suddenly appeared on the mirage.
Suddenly the entire arena was in uproar.
"Is that penguin really going to participate in the competition?"
"I just came to see how that shameless penguin died." Some demons were as excited as if they had caught Wang Chen.
"What's wrong with this guy named Jiang Yu?" Some monsters were puzzled.
Someone immediately described in vivid detail how Wang Chen hid aside and stole the peaches after the fight between the monsters was over.
"What? He's from the Penguin tribe?"
"What? So sinister?"
"What? He actually dared to sign up for the King's Battle!"
"Yeah! If he were to participate in a single battle, he might be able to win a match or two."
In order to avoid conflicts between games, the battles between the arenas on each level are held at staggered times. Some fanatical spectators even travel to various arenas throughout the day to watch the battles.
At this moment, many indignant spectators who had watched yesterday's battle of kings came to the second-floor arena specifically to wait for Wang Chen.
The leopard demon was very satisfied with the effect, he said in a rhythmic manner.
"This time, among our brave warriors, there is a special warrior, he is Jiang Yu from the Penguin Clan."
Wang Chen's eyelids jumped, not knowing why he was shot again.
At the same time, he understood that he could no longer wash away his identity as a penguin.
As his face was magnified and shown in close-up by the mirage projection, the surrounding monsters who didn't know him at first glanced at him in surprise.
This kind of close treatment is usually only enjoyed by the top seeded players.
The leopard demon continued to shout affectionately, "Some people say that to win the battle of kings, you need to rely on strength, some say it depends on luck, and some say it depends on cooperation. But Jiang Yu told us that in addition to these, we can also rely on some cleverness, a little cleverness."
"In the battle on the previous level, Jiang Yu demonstrated what it meant to be truly despicable and shameless. He hid aside during the entire battle. When the new king was about to be born, he stretched out his evil claws that he could only swing once a day and defeated the new king."
"Let's wait and see whether Jiang Yu can be so lucky this time."
The leopard demon shouted loudly, but no matter how you look at it, it also seemed like he was warning the contestants.
"When did the casual slap from me become a hidden martial art that I can only use once a day?"
"These demons... their imagination is too exaggerated, isn't it?"
Wang Chen was silent. He felt that the demon race’s thoughts were a bit naive.
