"Xing Jue, are you really from the Sky Martial Continent?" After a moment of surprise, Uncle Pang asked in a probing manner.
"That's right. What's wrong?" Xing Jue nodded in agreement and asked in confusion.
"Oh my god, oh my god, why am I so unlucky? Why am I so unlucky?"
"It wasn't easy for me to get the job of a guide. I was hoping to guide an outstanding new star and change the course of my life. I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it. My life is really too bitter. Oh god, did I do a lot of wrong things in my previous life? Why are you punishing me like this?! "
However, what Xing Jue didn't expect was that after receiving his reply, Uncle Pang actually sat on the ground and started to cry and wail loudly.
This scene completely stunned Xing Jue. After all, this Uncle Pang was a Battle-Saint powerhouse. A Battle-Saint was a realm that all powerhouses in the Sky Martial Continent yearned for. It was like a legendary existence.
To be able to reach this level, which one of them hadn't experienced hundreds of battles and passed through countless tribulations? However, this Uncle Pang's character was actually so unstable. He didn't have the demeanor that a powerhouse should have at all.
Instead, he seemed like a commoner who had never cultivated before. At this moment, Xing Jue was a little confused. He didn't know if this Uncle Pang's mentality was really that weak or if he was deliberately putting on an act.
Uncle Pang sat on the ground and waved his hands and feet as he wailed. He looked as if he was really grief-stricken. It was as if his wife had been kidnapped and his life's savings had been stolen.
At this moment, the book that he was reading previously had been thrown to the side. Out of curiosity, Xing Jue picked up the book and read it curiously.
"The Continent's New Star Talent Ranking?"
However, when he saw the cover of this book, Xing Jue could not help but be stunned because his intuition told him that this seemed to be a book that recorded the strength of the various continents. However, what made Xing Jue speechless was that this was actually a handwritten copy. Moreover, this handwriting was so sloppy that it was several times uglier than his handwriting. It could be seen that the person who copied this book was not very good at literary skills.
Although he was amazed, the content of the book was the key. Therefore, Xing Jue started to read the "Ranking List of the Continent's New Rising Stars" with his restless curiosity.
Xing Jue's reading ability was extraordinary to begin with. Even if a Martial Skill was poured into his brain, he would be able to quickly understand the profound meaning behind it. For such a simple book, Xing Jue only needed a glance to record the contents in his brain.
"Ah, so that's how it is."
When Xing Jue finished reading the book, Xing Jue came to a sudden realization. At the same time, a faint sneer appeared on his face. At this moment, he knew why Uncle Pang would have such a reaction.
This was because the name of over a thousand continents were recorded in this book. Behind the name of each continent was a number, and that number was the number of Battle-Saints produced by this continent.
Furthermore, these continents were also ranked. The continent that was ranked first was the continent that produced the most Battle-Saints. It was called the Iron Blood Continent. After the Iron Blood Continent were the Thunder Continent, the Misty Continent, the Void Continent, and so on.
The number of Battle-Saints produced by these continents was astonishing. Even Xing Jue was shocked by this. It could be seen that these continents were indeed known as the places that produced geniuses and were the cradles for cultivating geniuses.
But what was worth mentioning was that the Martial Sky Continent's name was actually at the very end. Furthermore, compared to the other continents' densely packed numbers, the Martial Sky Continent's name was very easy to remember. That was because it had a single digit, and it was 3.
Three Battle-Saints. In the past ten thousand years, the Sky Martial Continent had only produced three Battle-Saints. Compared to the continents that had produced thousands or even tens of thousands of Battle-Saints, the Sky Martial Continent was indeed too pitiful and weak. It was no wonder that Uncle Pang would have such a reaction.
And among these three Battle-Saints, Xing Jue could guess that two of them were the number one genius of the Spirit Eater Clan, Hun Ming. The other should be the pavilion master of Yufeng Pavilion, Song Yufeng, who sealed the little dragon. As for the third one, Xing Jue had no way of knowing.
As for Xing Jue's Dugu Changyi and the sinner of the Spirit Eater Clan, Hun Zhan, who had entered the Saint Region a month ago, it was very likely that they were not recorded in this book because the statistics had not been completed.
"Sigh, does that mean that I won't be able to see Song Yufeng and Senior Hun Ming?"
But then Xing Jue couldn't help but sigh. Because the lifespan of a Battle-Saint was less than a hundred years, Hun Ming had been here for thousands of years, and even Song Yufeng had been here for thousands of years. Therefore, if they couldn't cultivate to an extremely high realm, they would have long died.
"Oh my god, my life is too bitter. Wife, I'm sorry to you and our child. I'm useless."
But just when Xing Jue was feeling extremely regretful that he couldn't see Song Yufeng and Hun Ming, Uncle Pang's heart-wrenching wail pulled him back to reality.
"I say, Uncle Pang, why are you crying? Could it be that just because I'm from the Sky Martial Continent will affect your future? " Looking at Uncle Pang's appearance, Xing Jue shook his head helplessly. He then walked to Uncle Pang, bent down slightly, and asked.
"What does a mortal like you know? Do you think it's that easy for me to get the job of a guide? Do you know how much I've given them? "
"I've used all the savings I've accumulated over twenty years to buy a spiritual artifact in exchange for this job. It's all so that I can receive an outstanding newcomer, so that he can enter the Secret Heaven Battalion …"
"Forget it, forget it. There's no point in talking to you about this. Just treat it as my bad luck."
After hearing Xing Jue's words, Uncle Pang began to loudly complain to Xing Jue. But for some reason, Xing Jue wasn't angry at his criticism at all. Instead, he found it very interesting.
This was because he could tell from Uncle Pang's words and actions that although Uncle Pang's strength was above his own, he should be an existence at the bottom of the Asura Continent. Otherwise, he wouldn't complain about life like this.
Although he didn't know what Uncle Pang had experienced here, Xing Jue was certain that he had been ravaged by reality to the point where he was unrecognizable. He had lost the dignity that an expert should have in the past.
"Exchanging a spiritual artifact for a job? What grade is that spiritual artifact of yours? "After Xing Jue scratched his head helplessly, he suddenly had an idea and asked with a smile.
"What grade is it? Of course it's low-grade. What else do you think it is? "
"The Sky Martial Continent is a poor place. You probably haven't even seen a spiritual artifact before, so you have no idea how precious it is." Hearing Xing Jue's question, Uncle Pang fiercely rolled his eyes at Xing Jue and said sarcastically.
"Oh? Do I look poor to you? "
"Damn, you're really f * cking poor!"
After hearing Uncle Pang's words, Xing Jue was taken aback. He then opened his arms and looked at himself. This was important because he was shocked by what he saw.
Because he was already invincible in the Sky Martial Continent when he reached the Battle-Saint level, Xing Jue didn't wear a spiritual artifact level armor or clothes at all. He only wore an ordinary robe.
However, what Xing Jue didn't expect was that perhaps because of what he had experienced in this place, his robe was in tatters. He looked even worse than Uncle Pang's mended beggar clothes. At first glance, he really looked like a poor man.
"Oh, right, Uncle Pang, if you could have a spiritual artifact, what type of spiritual artifact would you like?" After laughing at himself for a while, Xing Jue asked Uncle Pang with a smile again.
"Kid, why do you have so much nonsense?" Seeing that Xing Jue kept asking questions, Uncle Pang, who was already upset and depressed, shouted at him impatiently.
However, when he looked at Xing Jue's slightly narrowed eyes and bright smile, he couldn't help but be stunned. Because for some reason, Uncle Pang's unhappy mood seemed to have melted. Then, he slowly lowered his head and said in a slightly depressed tone, "If there is, I would like to have a spear."
"Oh? A spear? Let me look for it. "After hearing Uncle Pang's words, Xing Jue quickly closed his eyes and immersed his mind into the Soul Devouring Order in his hand.
"Is there something wrong with you?" Seeing that Xing Jue actually closed his eyes suddenly? Uncle Pang glared at Xing Jue fiercely again, then lowered his head and began to wipe the tears on his face.
"Bang."
However, at this moment, the sound of a sharp blade piercing into the ground suddenly rang out. The sudden sound made Uncle Pang tremble in fear.
"You motherf * cker …"
So, he turned his head and was about to curse at Xing Jue. However, when he looked at Xing Jue, his grimacing expression completely froze at this moment.
This was because at this moment, he was shocked to find that at this moment, there was actually a golden spear pierced into the ground in front of Xing Jue. This spear was engraved with a golden dragon, and the dragon circled around the spear's shaft, displaying an unparalleled domineering aura.
Moreover, this spear was shining with a faint golden light. In addition to the fact that the spear itself was golden in color, it could be said to be incomparably gorgeous. Intuition told him that this was a spiritual weapon, a superb low-grade spiritual weapon.
"Spiritual weapon, spiritual weapon, spiritual weapon …"
"Kid, you actually have a spiritual weapon. Damn, you really can't judge a book by its cover."
Looking at the spear that was pierced into the ground in front of Xing Jue, Uncle Pang instantly stood up and reached out with his palm to pull out the spiritual weapon that was pierced into the ground. He admired it fondly, like a person who valued wealth as much as his life seeing a piece of gold.
"Coiling Dragon Golden Spear. Kid, is this the name of your spiritual weapon?" Looking at the spear in his hand, Uncle Pang suddenly saw the words "Coiling Dragon Golden Spear". Then, he raised his head and asked Xing Jue curiously.
Seeing Uncle Pang's joyful expression, Xing Jue opened his mouth wide, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth. "Wrong, this is not my spiritual weapon. This is, your spiritual weapon!"
"What? What did you say? " Xing Jue's words were like an earth-shattering thunder, causing Uncle Pang to be greatly shocked. At this moment, he didn't even dare to believe his own ears.
"I said that this is your spiritual weapon. This Coiling Dragon Golden Spear is yours from now on."
Seeing Uncle Pang's shocked expression, Xing Jue once again confirmed his words word by word. With a turn of his body, he continued to walk along the small path. Uncle Pang stood still with the Coiling Dragon Golden Spear in his hand, staring blankly at Xing Jue.
Even now, he still couldn't believe that everything in front of him was real. He actually obtained a spiritual tool so easily. Moreover, it was the spear type spiritual tool that he wanted the most. Most importantly, it was actually a supreme grade spiritual tool.
"That's right, I forgot to tell you. That bullsh * t new star ranking of the continent is extremely unreliable."
"I will let you know that the Sky Martial Continent should be the number one existence on the ranking." Suddenly, Xing Jue stopped walking and turned his head slightly. With a faint smile on his face, he spoke to Uncle Pang. His words were filled with an indescribable determination and confidence.
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