Chapter 2 A coincidence
Wang Xuan got up early the next morning and practiced until the morning. He repeated this practice day after day without any slacking off.

After listening to the brief news, the intelligence in the personal terminal spoke again: "The front desk of the Xianwu Battle Hall sent a message thirty minutes ago, asking you to go today, otherwise you will be forcibly dismissed."

Wang Xuan works in the Xianwu Battle Hall not for the money, but to get in touch with higher-level martial artists. After all, the Xianwu Battle Hall was founded by one of the top three strongest martial artists in the Chinese region. Even in a district under the city, there are often innate martial artists giving lectures there.

The owner of the museum is an extraordinary figure of the immortal level on land. He can see the mayor at any time and has high strength and status.

It was not easy for him, a low-level warrior, to stay in the Xianwu Battle Hall, and he had gained a lot in the past two years. How could he leave easily?

"This little brat is troublesome." A figure appeared in Wang Xuan's mind. It was assistant coach Zhao Huang, who usually had conflicts with him.

Wang Xuan took the matter of the martial arts gym very seriously. He had originally wanted to practice hard for a period of time to improve his skills, but now it seems he has to end it early.

The residential building where he lives has ten floors above and three floors underground. The key is that there is no elevator legally. I guess the federal government does this to save money, as modern people have good physiques and are all strong and healthy.

Outside the community, all kinds of cool motor vehicles are speeding on the vast roads, and the city's suspended rail cars hanging upside down on the bridges are shuttling through the city at high speeds, providing convenience for people's travel.

As for the road surface on the bridge, it is dominated by bicycles. This tool, which is both a fitness and money-saving tool, has been preserved to this day and is still loved by ordinary people. After all, there is no money.

The hovering cars and flying vehicles above the city are the privilege of the rich and powerful. Citizens who do not have enough star rating are not qualified to drive them, so of course the cost of purchasing them is high enough.

It only took Wang Xuan more than ten minutes to ride the city's suspended rail car, and he was a hundred miles away. Today's cities have a high population density and extremely high requirements for transportation, but with the current transportation capacity, there will basically be no congestion.

The Xianwu Battle Hall is close to the university town, covers an area of ​​more than 4,000 acres, and has an extremely quiet environment suitable for practicing martial arts.

The area near the university town is always bustling. Merchants will not miss such a treasure trove, and young people will not be stingy with their spending, especially couples.

However, no one noticed that an old man in a black robe appeared out of nowhere on such a busy street. After looking up at the sky, he set up a stall here.

The people around him turned a blind eye to this, as if he was supposed to be here and had been here for a long time.

This scene is very strange.

After Wang Xuan got off the car, he headed all the way to the Xianwu Battle Hall. His leg strength was amazing, and he walked faster than others running. In just a few breaths, he was a hundred meters away.

On a tree-shaded road, Wang Xuan saw from afar an old man setting up a small stall with various attractive handicrafts.

The old man was dressed in black, and was very clean and tidy. He looked ordinary, but very pleasing to the eye.

There was a football-sized stone on the stall, covered with natural cloud patterns, which was quite gorgeous and brilliant.

The moment Wang Xuan saw it, his pupils shrank suddenly.

He walked forward and asked calmly, "Old man, are you selling this stone? How much?"

As a member of the hunting team, if he couldn't recognize the treasure right in front of him, then he would be really blind. What's more, as a sniper with excellent eyesight, he could see it clearly even with a casual glance.

This stone is not an ordinary object, but a treasure that swordsmen and sword cultivators dream of - a sword-sharpening stone. As long as the quality is good enough, even sword immortals and even great sword immortals will be tempted.

This stone can increase the sharpness of a sword, greatly increasing its lethality. If a sword has a crack, it can be repaired by absorbing the essence of the sharpening stone.

The piece in the old man's hand alone can be sold for tens of millions of star dollars, and if the right buyer is found, hundreds of millions will not be a problem.

A treasure, an absolutely valuable treasure.

"Sell it, of course. I picked it up when I was climbing Meiling Mountain. It's so nice to see. I was planning to carve something, but the carving knife was broken and I couldn't carve it. I guess it's a meteorite."

Wang Xuan asked: "What is your price? I'll transfer the money to you." Good things must be put in pocket.

"Twenty thousand star dollars, I'll give it to you if you want it." said the old man.

Wang Xuan transferred money to the old man, and soon with a ding, the money arrived in the account.

At this time, a young man came from a distance, dressed like a sword cultivator, with a very exquisite long sword on his waist, and his outstanding temperament attracted people's attention. But when Wang Xuan looked at him, his eyes suddenly hurt.

The sword energy was sharp and sharp, and there was no doubt that this was definitely a cultivator above the physical training realm. He passed by, glanced at the sword sharpening stone, then stood aside, raised his eyebrows and spoke.

"I want this thing!" said the young man with the sword in a cold voice, like an absolute order.

The old man shook his head and said with a smile: "Young man, you are too late. I have already sold the things to him. The things belong to this person."

"How about I offer one hundred thousand star coins?" The young swordsman raised his head and said to Wang Xuan. He could naturally see the true value of this stone.

Wang Xuan immediately said: "You are late. I have already bought the item. I also like it very much. I will not resell it for the time being."

"You bought it for 20,000, and I purchased it for 100,000. In this way, you made 80,000. What's there to disagree about? Don't be greedy." The young swordsman looked at him coldly, his eyes full of sharp sword light.

Wang Xuan naturally felt this kind of pressure, and cursed the man in his heart for being overbearing. Now that the things were in his hands, it was his freedom to sell them or not. How could this be considered forced buying or selling?

"One hundred thousand is too little." Wang Xuan did not back down easily because of the sword cultivator's intimidation and threats. "You know the value of this thing. I won't sell it if the price is too low."

"Let me ask you, are you going to sell it or not?" The young swordsman put his hand on the sword at his waist, as if he was about to take action, but after taking a look at the bustling street, he gave up the idea.

But Wang Xuan definitely felt a murderous intent coming from this young swordsman.

If it weren't for the attention of the crowd around, dozens of people staring at this place closely, and the many surveillance cameras nearby, the young swordsman would probably have really taken action.

The old man advised the swordsman, "Young man, you should be reasonable and stop fighting. That is so unfriendly."

The sword cultivator said coldly: "If I want to buy, you must sell. How dare a mere body-refining warrior bargain with me?"

After saying that, he pulled out a cracked jade ring from his sleeve, turned to Wang Xuan and sneered, "Although this heavenly treasure was obtained by me casually, it is also priceless to a small person like you. Take it and get out!"

He seemed like a god high above, looking down at Wang Xuan, like an emperor seeing a beggar on the street, throwing a steamed bun on the ground and ordering him condescendingly: Eat it.

He threw the broken ring on the ground, stretched out his hand and grabbed the sword sharpening stone. He pointed at Wang Xuan and said, "This thing is mine. We are done with the money. If you dare to talk nonsense outside and damage the reputation of Tianjian Mountain, you will be responsible for your life and death.

"Oh, old man, where did you pick up this stone in Meiling? Do you still have it?"

The old man's face gradually turned cold, but the sharp sword was placed on his neck: "You won't tell me?"

The old man panicked: "There is more. It fell from a big rock buried in the soil. This is just a small part of it. It is not even one-thirtieth of the size."

Then he told the young swordsman everything. He had to tell him because money was far less important than life.

"What a great opportunity! I am indeed a person with great luck. Hahaha!" The young swordsman laughed wildly, and the whole person turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the distance in an instant.

He is actually a divine being who can fly with a sword!
Everyone who saw it nearby was staring blankly into the distance, even though the streak of light had long since disappeared.

"Young man, young man?" The old man couldn't help but ask when he saw Wang Xuan standing there in a daze from the moment before until now.

"I escaped death, but it's really unlucky to meet such a person." The old man shook his head, but took the opportunity to look at Wang Xuan carefully.

"What?" Wang Xuan came back to his senses, remembered something, and hurriedly said to the old man, "Old man, please go back quickly, I'm fine."

Looking at the accelerator panel that automatically appeared in his mind and the accelerator's prompt sound, Wang Xuan was greatly excited.

Wang Xuan was so excited that he didn't care about others. He picked up the broken jade ring on the ground solemnly. The accelerator board that had just distracted him reminded him again: "Source power found, do you want to absorb it?"

"Absorb." Wang Xuan muttered to himself.

The jade ring tightly held in his hand gradually lost its luster, as if it had lost its spirituality, while the source point value numbers on the accelerator panel were increasing rapidly.

Ten, twenty, thirty… until the number finally settled at one hundred.

(End of this chapter)