The Legend of Soul Fighter: The Genius Repeater

In a tavern in the center of the town.

Mu Bai was the first to walk in with a disappointed mood.

The atmosphere in this tavern is very lively. Dozens of powerhouses are sitting here drinking. Judging from the appearance, many of them are powerhouses from other planes, but the strongest ones are only emperors, and there are no demigods. It is not an easy task to cultivate into a godhead.

The three randomly found a table and sat down.

A young man with a strange appearance came over and asked, "What do you want?"

Shuterin said: "Give me three servings of the best wine and food here."

"Okay, please wait for a while." After the Yaoyi youth finished speaking, he turned and left.

Mu Bai raised his head, staring at the back of the strange young man leaving in surprise, he was secretly surprised that even the clerk in a tavern was a holy master.

"Haha! You heard about me! Today I got lucky and picked up an artifact."

"I think you drank too much, let's brag again."

"It's true! Unfortunately you see!"

"This dagger! Ah! It really is a middle-rank artifact of the twelfth rank. Where did you get it?"

"Sacred weapon! This guy is really lucky." People around him also cast surprised glances.

A middle-aged man proudly waved a blood-red dagger in his hand and said: "This morning, I met a beautiful girl on the road. She looked so heart-wrenching. It's a pity, I don't have this luck. Fisher's men took it."

"Is this dagger on that beauty's body?" A curious guest asked.

The middle-aged man nodded, his face very proud.

From the corner of Mu Bai's eyes, he glanced at the dagger in the middle-aged man's hand intentionally or unintentionally, and his heart skipped a beat. It was Han Yan's bloody death dagger.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing Mubai's strange expression, Xiutlin couldn't help asking.

Cang Meng followed Mu Bai's gaze and saw the dagger in the middle-aged man's hand at a glance, his face changed instantly, and he hurriedly said to Mu Bai: "Don't be impulsive."

But Mu Bai couldn't hold back anymore, he stood up, walked towards the middle-aged man with a sullen face.

"This guy doesn't want to grab the artifact, does he? That's a middle-ranked Martial Emperor." Xiutlin was startled.

PS: There are still three chapters to go, and I can’t finish writing before 12 o’clock. Go out to fill your stomach first and then come back to write.At the end of the writing, it is very troublesome to conceive the plot, so I will read it tomorrow morning.