3091: C3091 It's Hard to Judge

C3091 It's Hard to Judge

Facing Jiang Ting's greeting, Song An suppressed his thoughts and replied softly with a complicated tone.

Song An's name sounded very ordinary. If this name was put together with the other names, then it wouldn't sound like a good name at all.

If it was thrown into the list of names, then it would be the kind that couldn't be found again.

However. . . The two of them did know each other.

All of this had to start from the Scorching Sun Desert a few years ago. At that time, Jiang Ting had returned to the sect with Green Bamboo. The news might have been of great importance, and the Purple Frost Sect had rewarded Jiang Ting with a Foundation Establishment Pill and a Golden Token.

He had exchanged the Golden Token for a magic spell not long ago.

As for the Foundation Establishment Pill. . . Jiang Ting hadn't been able to use it himself. Instead, it had been taken away by someone in the form of a transaction. In fact, if it hadn't been for Daoist Fresh Breeze seeing Jiang Ting's powerful divine sense, he would have taken the Foundation Establishment Pill as a disciple.

In that case, it was likely that his Foundation Establishment Pill hadn't been traded. Instead, it had been taken away by someone without a trace.

As for Song An, he was the one who had previously traded with Jiang Ting for the Foundation Establishment Pill.

Although it was a transaction. . . It didn't matter whether it was the middleman, Qi Yang, or the two parties involved in the transaction, Song An and Jiang Ting themselves.

The three of them knew very well that the price Song An had paid wasn't enough to make up for the price he had paid. A Foundation Establishment Pill. . . It was just that Jiang Ting wasn't a famous person at the time, nor did he have any backing or background. He had only gotten the Foundation Establishment Pill by luck.

Therefore, that transaction was rather pleasant.

If that had been all there had been to it, it would have been fine. But now, Jiang Ting had broken through to Foundation Establishment. His predecessor, Song An, had now become someone of the same generation.

Furthermore, the two of them had encountered each other here. Neither of them had any other thoughts. Who would believe that?

Because of this, after the two of them greeted each other, they just stood at the entrance of the shop without saying anything.

After a while.

Song An could not hold it in any longer and spoke first. "Junior Brother, he said. A few years ago. . . Ahem, a few years ago, Fellow Daoist didn't need the Foundation Establishment Pill for the time being. At that time, I offended you. "

In this place, if you didn't know each other, even if you knew that the other party was from the Violet Frost Sect, it wouldn't be a problem for you to call him" Fellow Daoist. "

However, since both of them knew each other, it wouldn't be appropriate for them to call each other Fellow Daoist.

Jiang Ting shook his head slightly and said, "What are you talking about, senior disciple? If it wasn't for senior disciple, I might not have had the time to cultivate peacefully. "

Actually, he wasn't angry at all. After all, if it wasn't for the deal that had saved him from the sect mission, he wouldn't have had enough time to settle down even if he had the pill. How could he have the time to cultivate peacefully without being disturbed?

As for his cultivation base. . . Jiang Ting only realized that Song An's cultivation base wasn't low after meeting him this time.

He was at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment!

Jiang Ting was only at Foundation Establishment Stage Level 1. If they were to fight, he would be at Foundation Establishment Stage Level 1. Even if he had Immortal Arts and rich combat experience, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to defeat Song An.

After all, the difference between their cultivations was too great.

"Junior Brother, you must be here to buy some artifacts, right?"

Without waiting for an answer, Song An laughed lightly. "It just so happens that I, Senior Brother, haven't given you a gift to congratulate you on your breakthrough. Now. . . Junior Brother, you can come in and take a look. Tell me which magic weapon you like, and I'll give it to you as a gift as a congratulatory gift. "

It was fake to send a gift to congratulate Jiang Ting on his breakthrough. It was true that he was apologizing.

If Jiang Ting was only at the first level of Foundation Establishment, Song An might feel awkward, but he wouldn't care. The reason he apologized was because a backer had suddenly appeared above Jiang Ting's head.

If the two of them didn't meet, Song An guessed that Jiang Ting might not remember. After all, it was hard to tell who would win in that deal.

But since they had met, Then, some of the hidden value could not be said anymore. It could only be said on the surface value.1

Therefore, even though it would be a huge loss for Song An to give him a magic tool as a gift, he still chose to give it to him.

Any smarter person would not like to casually become enemies with others. . . It was better to have more friends than friends.

Having more enemies would be much more dangerous!

On the other side.

A strange look flashed across Jiang Ting's eyes. "Senior brother, do you have a top-grade magic weapon here?"

The smile on Song An's face disappeared in an instant, and he stopped when he entered the shop. A top-grade magic weapon?

Concealment of the displeasure in his heart, Song An turned around and gave a fake smile. "Junior Brother, do you know how much a top grade magical equipment is worth?"

Although he was willing to give some things as gifts, the prerequisite was. . . Gifts were not very valuable. For example, the inferior ones were the magic tools that he had put on display in the lobby.

The gifts that he asked Jiang Ting to choose were the exhibition items. He would not put the truly good things in the store. . . In the end, he actually asked for the top-grade magic tools?

Even the most useless top grade magic weapon was worth more than that. Foundation Building Pill. . . If it wasn't for the Fresh Breeze Daoist behind Jiang Ting, he might have directly chased him out at this moment.

"Senior brother, why did you have such a big reaction? Weren't we having a pleasant transaction earlier?"

Pausing for a moment, Jiang Ting opened his mouth again. "Junior brother only wants to buy some protective measures this time. There's no need to mention anything about apologizing. "

Song An's eyes widened in an instant. He initially thought that Jiang Ting had come here to cause trouble after stabilizing his cultivation base. But now, it seemed like that wasn't the case.

Eyes flashing, Song An beckoned to the shop.

Instantly, a small sword that was as long as a finger and suffused with a faint golden light was held in his hand. With a flick of his finger, the small sword flew toward Jiang Ting.

"This is?" Jiang Ting stretched out his hand and caught the small sword.

Song An smiled again. "This is only a flying magical item. It's not very precious. It's a congratulatory gift. Junior Brother won't accept it. Senior Brother, it's hard for me to feel at ease. "

Flying magic tools seemed to be worthless?

It should be worthless, right? If not, that small golden sword might seem small, but it was an out-and-out high-grade magical artifact.

"Senior brother, such a great gift, junior brother, I feel ashamed to accept it. " Jiang Ting began to decline, and then directly put the small sword into his storage bag.

Regardless of whether it was valuable or not, how much was it worth? The small sword was indeed a high-grade magic weapon, and it was given to him for free, so why didn't he take it? As for Song An's worries, he actually didn't have any thoughts of revenge.

After all, in the previous transaction, who would win and who would lose? It was really hard to say.

When he saw the gift from Jiang Ting, Song An relaxed. The smile on his face became more sincere, and he led Jiang Ting into the shop.

There were quite a few magic tools placed in the shop.

Sabers, spears, staffs, and all kinds of strange magic tools were hung on the wall. They were all high level magic tools, and there were almost twenty of them.

Song An approached the wall and asked proudly, "Junior Brother, look at these magic tools. Is there anything you like?"

Jiang Ting took a look and retracted his gaze. "Senior brother, do you have any top-grade magic tools here?"

He was not interested in high-grade magic tools. . . Whether it was the sword formation that was about to be cast or the immortal art, the power that they could unleash was not something that high-grade magic tools could compare with!

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