Chapter 32 (2/2)
”How much an old horse can be worth, I don't believe you will lose credibility for it.”
”Well, if you say so.”
Wang Jian nodded with satisfaction. In fact, he didn't say a word, that is, if he dares to swallow his horse, he can't spare him!
”Let's go.”
After depositing the old horse, Wang Jian takes Shen Xin and walks slowly to the position of Wu soul hall.
Blackstone city is not the main city, but its geographical location is more important and its scale is relatively large, so the hall of Wu Soul here is the hall of Wu soul son, and its highest bishop is a soul emperor.
After coming to the hall of martial spirit and explaining the origin to the guard, they entered the hall of martial spirit.
As the most powerful force in the mainland, the decoration of the martial spirit hall is extremely luxurious. The shining crystal lights, the golden dome and the colored glass windows make the sunlight into the house blurred.
”I smell the rotten smell of zibenism!”
Wang Jian suddenly murmured, it's really evil capitalism. I don't know how much people have absorbed.
”Hello, may I help you?”
After entering from the gate of Wuhun hall is the hall, facing a reception counter. There are many passages on both sides leading to unknown places.
Go to the front of the counter, behind the counter, the female soul master wearing the clothes of the martial spirit hall asked with a smile.
”The child broke through the soul master and wanted to register.”
”OK, please take the second aisle on the left, the room at the end.”
After listening to the words of the female soul master, Wang Jian nodded and said thanks. Then he walked to the second passage on the left. Through the narrow corridor, before they reached the last room, they heard long bursts of snoring.
When they entered the door, they saw a young soul master lying on the table, snoring and sleeping, unaware of their arrival.
”Hello! Brother, get up and work! ”
Wang Jian knocked on the table. Is the work of Wuhun hall really so easy? It's too much leisure.
”Ah, hold... Sorry?”
The young man looked up vaguely, and then saw the two people standing in front of him. He quickly propped up and wiped the saliva at the corner of his mouth.
”I'm sorry, I'm sorry, people who come to register often don't meet one or two days, so they are a little lazy.”
”Ha ha!”
The young soul master scratched his head and apologized.
Wang Jian squinted and glanced at him, and the information of the youth appeared in front of him.
Soul master of wuhundian, Wuhun: qingpinghu, soul power: lv39
”Oh, level 39, talent is not bad.”
Wang Jian murmured, and then was heard by the youth in front of him.
”What did you say?”
He is looking for the crystal ball used to detect the soul power in front of the cabinet in the back. When he hears the sound, he looks back in doubt.
”You heard me wrong.”
”Is it?”
The youth looked at Wang Jian suspiciously, then turned his head in surprise.
”Found it!”
He turned around with a crystal ball in his arms, glanced at them for a moment and asked, ”who's coming?”