C135 (2/2)

Dong Wen Feng raised his head and looked at the old man: ”Although what you said makes a lot of sense, but I can't beat Solitary Shadow School.”

He was a bit scared.

The old man said with an expression of disappointment, ”Why can't I win, didn't you just kill a Earth Stage Expert? The strongest members of the Solitary Shadow School are also the Earth Stage Expert. ”

Dong Wen Feng retorted: ”I can beat one myself, but the other party is a sect!”

The old man clenched his fists. ”You have to believe in yourself.”

Dong Wen Feng: ”... I mean, aren't you going to give me anything? ”

Other people's masters would give their disciples something precious even if they didn't follow their disciples to gain experience, but how could it be proper for a master like his to risk his own life without giving him anything?

The old man thought for a moment. ”Don't say it, I really do have one.” After saying that, he began to dig in his pockets, ”You have been living in the army for a long time, so you're more used to using short knives. A while ago, I saw a cultivator with a weird looking short blade on his waist, so I took it, this short knife is a little interesting, I don't know what material made it. It doesn't look like stone, nor like wood, nor like iron, but it's extremely sharp, and it's extremely useful.”

With that, the old man passed the small blade to Dong Wen Feng: ”Try it.”

Dong Wen Feng's face darkened, it seemed like his cheap master's sect did not have any good things, no wonder they would steal from others when they had nothing better to do.

He picked up the dagger and checked it, and sure enough, it was no different from an ordinary dagger, but Dong Wen Feng was still using it smoothly, and was just barely sharper than what he usually used.

Dong Wen Feng looked at him and asked, ”Is there nothing else?”

The old man honestly replied, ”No, that's all.”

Dong Wen Feng: ”Didn't you steal a lot of things and provoke a lot of people? Where are the things?”

The old man looked at Dong Wen Feng: ”I don't see much about those things, I'll just take them to buy.”

He did not know whether the other party's words were true or not, but Dong Wen Feng sighed: ”Forget it, I won't ask you.”

Dong Wen Feng learned from the old man for a while longer. When the sky was about to brighten, he found a route and headed back to the tavern.

On the way back, he bought some things he needed when he went to the auction, and after taking a serious sniff and confirming that there was no smell of blood, he entered an empty alley.

In truth, Dong Wen Feng felt that no matter what, his master would not give him an ordinary short sword. After all, he was the direct disciple of the opposite party.

However, he had studied the dagger at home. Other than the fact that it was sharper than any other dagger he had ever seen, it had no other characteristics.

Dong Wen Feng tried to console himself, to have such a sharp knife, it was already not bad.

At least it was better than what he had used in the army.

He put away his dagger and began to cultivate.

Just as Dong Wen Feng had thought, recently, Solitary Shadow School had not caused him any trouble, and the more it was like that, the more Dong Wen Feng knew that the auction was fraught with dangers, and he was working even harder on his cultivation.

He even thought that before the auction started, he should look for a place to buy a person or a leather mask.

Didn't the novel say that when the protagonist wears a mask, the other party won't notice?

At that time, he would be able to take the lead, call out the people from the Solitary Shadow School one by one, and then kill them all.