After the Japanese left, Li Mu also felt very strange. Why were there foreigners at this magical artifact exchange meeting?
The three began to talk, and Li Mu realized that this magical artifact exchange meeting was a rehearsal for the martial arts tournament. There were magical artifact exchange meetings not only here, but also in several other places.
This is for those who can't go to the martial arts tournament. There are also many good items that can be traded here before the tournament.
Of course, some things are impossible to find here, since this is, after all, a worldly place for trade.
As for the participation of foreigners, it is easy to explain. The countries surrounding China also have sects and martial arts families, just not as many as China, so they all come together to exchange resources.
After chatting for a while, and seeing that there wasn't much business, Li Mu started wandering around. There weren't as many people around in the afternoon.
Walking past several foreign stalls, I saw that the things they were selling were indeed different: Indian miracle drugs and oils, Siamese plasters, Korean ginseng, and so on.
Further on, Li Mu saw a boxing ring where two people were fighting, which he found quite strange.
There aren't even enough spaces for street vendors here, so how can a boxing ring be allowed, and people be allowed to fight here?
The two on stage were really getting heated, and their moves were getting faster and faster.
Especially the one who was small in stature, whose movements were extremely strange.
Every time his opponent's punches and kicks were about to hit him, he was able to dodge with movements that were unimaginable to ordinary people and then retaliate.
"Hey! Wang Quan is going to lose. That little Japanese devil is really freakish. We can't even hit him like this," a martial artist next to Li Mu sighed.
Li Mu was about to ask if fighting was allowed here when Wang Quan on the stage let out a scream and collapsed to the ground clutching his left arm.
Then the short man bowed to Wang Quan and said stiffly, "Thank you for your kind offer."
Without saying much, Wang Quan went straight to the Japanese magic weapon shop next door after leaving the boxing ring, and spent 10,000 yuan to buy a dog tooth magic weapon.
.
"What's going on?" Li Mu muttered to himself, completely baffled by the situation.
"Brother, did you just arrive? This is just a gimmick the Japanese came up with to sell their magical artifacts."
"If you win the fight in the boxing ring, you can take away a magical artifact for free, or buy a Muramasa sword for 100,000."
The same person who had just said Wang Quan was going to lose cleared up Li Mu's doubts.
After listening to the explanation, Li Mu scanned the area with his divine sense. The forging of the scimitar was excellent, and the animal bones and teeth used to make it were indeed magical artifacts.
"Huh! There's such a thing? The knife is of good quality, and that magical artifact is genuine too! Why bother with this martial arts competition and sales?"
"Brother! This knife is really good. The people who go into the boxing ring are after the knife. As for that dog tooth, it's worthless. Who would want to buy such garbage?"
Li Mu no longer wanted to talk to this person. Dog teeth were worthless, but the person had already refined them into a magical artifact.
When you need it, this dog tooth is worth hundreds of thousands or even millions. Do you really think you can justify spending tens or hundreds of thousands to buy a fake jade artifact?
This reflects the mentality of some Chinese people when it comes to invoking deities. They go to great lengths to create elaborate and flashy things, always thinking that if the ritual implements fail, the jade stone will at least be worth some money.
Little did they know that they were using the guise of buying a religious artifact to actually purchase a piece of jade that they didn't want to depreciate, seeking peace without spending money.
"Fellow Daoists, I am Mochizuki Yoshio, Vice President of the Japanese Ninja Association. My main purpose in coming to China this time is to strengthen the exchange and learning between martial artists of the two countries and to make friends through martial arts. The prizes I am offering are Muramasa, the national sword of my great Japan, and there are also effective magical artifacts for you to choose from."
After each boxing match, Yoshio Mochizuki would go on stage and repeat this rhetoric, which can be considered a form of cultural export.
.
"Fellow Daoists here, is there anyone else who wants to come up on stage for a duel? You should know that our national sword, Muramasa, sells for at least 300,000 RMB in Japan. This is a rare opportunity!"
Yoshio Mochizuki stared with his gloomy eyes, his gaze occasionally revealing a hint of disdain; this was clearly a provocation.
But the people in the audience seemed to have become very rational; they just watched the spectacle and no one went up on stage.
At that moment, Yoshio Mochizuki's gaze swept over Li Mu, and his eyes lit up.
"Fellow Daoist, would you be interested in stepping onto the stage for a battle?"
Seeing that Li Mu seemed eager to try, Mochizuki Yoshio then looked up at the sky.
Knowing that the other side wasn't unwilling to fight, but felt they didn't have enough leverage, and that young people are naturally combative.
Similarly, he was also very interested in the pills in Li Mu's hand.
“Fellow Daoist, I have a piece of fire rock crystal here, which is a necessary material for forging the Muramasa sword. If you win the duel, this fire rock crystal will be given to you as a prize. However, you will also have to offer something in return to ensure fairness.”
As Wang Yue took out the crystal, Li Mu scanned it with his divine sense. This was not a fire rock crystal at all; it was clearly a fire molten crystal.
This kind of fire-melting crystal is the fusion material for refining weapons. If you can get your hands on this crystal, you can forge your own flying sword.
Perfect timing, this guy's been eyeing my pills too, let's have a fight.
“Okay, I’ll accept this challenge. I’ll offer a bottle of Breakthrough Pills, but I can only collect them after I finish the match.”
As soon as Li Mugang finished speaking, an old Taoist priest who looked like the fierce Zhang Fei ran over from a distance to talk to him.
"Can."
Before the old Taoist could speak, Mochizuki Yoshio loudly agreed, thus finalizing the sparring arrangement.
"Young friend, you've been tricked! You agreed to fight without even knowing who you were going to fight. It seems he's got his eye on your treasure!"
The old Taoist priest, after his eyes darted around, said, "Hey! I'll have to wait until you fight him later, then I'll fight him again. Maybe I can get two treasures that way."
"Who are you?"
Li Mu thought the old Taoist priest's first words were alright, but then his later words sounded so pretentious.
"Oh! Remember me, I'm Lu Tixia from the Forging Hall. If you need weapon forging, you can come to me."
Li Mu nodded to the old Taoist priest and said, "We'll see!" Then he leaped onto the boxing ring.
.
Yoshio Mochizuki also stepped into the boxing ring with two swords, one long and one short. He felt that this young man was bullying the younger one.
The key issue is that volcanic crystals are too rare, and he doesn't trust others to fight them.
Wang Yue glanced at the man in the audience who called himself Lu Tixia; this defeated opponent had almost ruined her plans.
Lu Tixia's real name was Lu Xiayi. He only called himself Lu Tixia because he heard the storyteller describe Lu Tixia, who killed Zheng Guanxi with three punches and uprooted a willow tree, as if he were a god.
Seeing Mochizuki on stage, I thought to myself, "I knew it. These little devils are all full of bad intentions, and they're actually bullying the weak."
"My name is Mochizuki Yoshio. Please enlighten me. You may choose a suitable sword here. If it surpasses mine, I will give it to you as well," Mochizuki Yoshio said confidently.
"Li Mu".
Li Mu heard that if he won, he would get an extra knife, so he didn't stand on ceremony and stepped forward to pick out a short knife.
"Mr. Li, swords have no eyes. Our purpose is to exchange blows, so let's stop here when we've reached our limit. Please!"
As soon as Mochizuki Yoshio finished saying "please," his aura instantly vanished, becoming barely perceptible, and his figure flickered between light and shadow.
Li Muxin said that this is the kind of opponent that has met its match, and this kind of opponent is the most difficult to deal with.
Before activating the attack, Mochizuki Yoshio did not sense any change in Li Mu's qi and blood, and wondered if he was being too cautious.
However, since it's a friendly competition, he won't hold back; he'd prefer to win quickly.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com