Fast Transmigration: Wishing Division

Chapter 60 Chapter 60
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Ye Zhiqiu's voice was very hoarse, without a trace of the original charm at all.

She originally bought a voice changer, but this world doesn't have it yet, so she had no choice but to boil a little raw pinellia water and drink it.

Now her throat is itchy and sore, she hastened to finish the phone call, and the ginger slices have been cut, so she hastened to eat to detoxify after the call.

"Yes, who are you?"

"Do you still recruit boxers at the venue?"

"trick"

"How much is a game?"

"Five thousand."

Ye Zhiqiu was silent.

Five thousand a game is a drop in the bucket at 1000 million!
"I want to play the highest level of competition, regardless of life or death."

No matter which industry, there are standards, even Chinese medicine.

If Chinese medicine can go to the big country, it will be famous and profitable, but if it is just an ordinary rural doctor, it will be a living, and it should be the same for black boxing.

It was really confirmed by Ye Zhiqiu that there is a life-and-death struggle of the highest standard in the dragon battle venue, which is in Xijing, the capital of Xifeng Kingdom.

Hearing the ugly question from Shaga on the opposite side, Jiang Hao paused for a while and asked, "What do you know?"

Ye Zhiqiu was taken aback: "Murder?"

Jiang Hao said that he actually wanted to ask him what martial arts he knew.

So he could only ask again: "Which sect are you from?"

Ye Zhiqiu is ashamed, so there are sects in this world..."

"Xiaoyaomen."

In a situation of quick wit, Ye Zhiqiu actually thought of the traditional Chinese medicine Xiaoyao San, and took two characters from it, hoping that his ancestors would not be offended.

"Xiaoyaomen?"

Jiang Hao thought about it.

For the life-and-death fight in the dragon battle venue, the participants must be famous and well-known. Since this kid blew himself up as a member of the Xiaoyaomen, at least he is qualified to participate.

"Tomorrow at 10 o'clock in the morning, Jixiang Tea House, No. 168, Yuandong Road, Channel 3."

When Ye Zhiqiu heard the other party hang up the phone, he quickly put the phone down, picked up the ginger slices at hand, and chewed vigorously.

Raw pinellia is poisonous, her throat is probably swollen, and there is a slight numbness in the sting.

After eating the spicy ginger juice, it relieved a lot immediately.

After Jiang Hao hung up the phone, he dialed another number immediately.

"Boss, I just received a call. We have a man here who wants to fight to the death."

The reason why Jiang Hao misunderstood, firstly, was because no women had ever participated in the dragon battle, and secondly, his voice was so deep and Shaggy was unpleasant, so he didn't think about women at all.

"Which sect?"

"Calling himself Xiaoyaomen."

Xiaoyaomen?
This sect has disappeared for many years?

The man on the other side of the phone pondered for a while.

"Let's sign, as long as he dares to sign for our Dragon Battle venue, he will dare to take it."

"Okay, boss."

After Jiang Hao hung up the phone, he called again to reserve a seat at the Jixiang Teahouse, and turned around to do other things.

His subordinates are also in charge of an underground black boxing venue for dragon battles in Haishi, so a day's work is not easy.

Here Ye Zhiqiu came to a small commodity market after talking on the phone.

Shangguan Wan'er's travel equipment is too cumbersome, so she is going to buy a mask.

She now lives in a house rented with a fake ID. Ye Zhiqiu has already returned the house Shangguan Wan'er rented.

The rented Zhongnan community can be regarded as a slum in Haishi, and the people living here are all kinds of people, but Ye Zhiqiu has been going in and out all the time, and has never encountered any troubles.

1826 1 Month 2 Day.

Lucky Tea House.

Jiang Hao looked at the woman across from him in surprise.

It's actually a woman?
Was that harsh rattling sound yesterday made by a woman?

Can't you?
The woman is tall and slender, with high hair.

He wore black leather gloves on his hands, and a black silk scarf on his slender neck.

Wearing a long black dress, her waist is like a willow, graceful and graceful.

Just by looking at her figure, she could tell she was a superb beauty, but it was a pity that a pair of big sunglasses, a white mask, and long bangs completely covered her face. .

Jiang Hao looked at the woman opposite from head to toe, feeling a little stressed.

This kind of pressure is not brought about by color, but by her own killing spirit. Considering what she said yesterday, this woman can't be a killer.

What an oolong, he reported to a man!

He coughed lightly, breaking the quiet atmosphere.

"Was it you who called yesterday?"

Ye Zhiqiu was holding a card.

"Yes."

Jiang Hao looked at the words on the card and felt very novel: "Why don't you speak?"

"I'm sick, I can't speak with my throat."

Ye Zhiqiu picked up the card he had prepared and handed it to the man opposite.

Jiang Hao was incredulous, this is the question she wanted to ask, did she figure it out?

Out of a certain state of mind, he asked a digression: "Why are you dressed like this?"

"Because it's so beautiful, I'm afraid you will fall in love with me."

Ye Zhiqiu drew out another card.

The tea in Jiang Hao's mouth almost didn't spit out, he swallowed it hard.

"Why do you want to fight life and death?"

"No money."

"What's your name?"

"Xia Yan."

"Where's your sect's token?"

This time Ye Zhiqiu didn't draw a card, she took a string of beads from her sleeve and threw it in front of the man.

Who knows what the token of Xiaoyaomen is?
Xiaoyaomen is all made up by myself, where will I get a sign at this time.

She was sitting upright, majestic.

False also pretend to be true.

Jiang Hao held the beads and looked at them for a while. They were a string of Vajra Bodhi seeds.

King Kong, intended to be extremely hard and indestructible, has the power to destroy all evil.

In fact, Jiang Hao didn't know what the token of Xiaoyaomen was, it was just a custom of asking.

Jiang Hao was exhausted from the business talks this time. Besides, it had never happened before for a woman to fight between life and death at the Dragon War venue. Jiang Hao felt that he had to make a phone call to ask for instructions.

Facing Xia Yan, he got up and motioned for him to go out and make a phone call.

Ye Zhiqiu nodded.

She reached up and picked up the beads and put them back on.

This string of beads was found in a box when she moved, and she was delighted when she saw it.

After asking Shangguan Wan'er, I realized that it was given to her by someone who gave it to her when she was in school a long time ago. At that time, this string of beads was secretly put in her schoolbag...

Shangguan Wan'er doesn't like this kind of thing, but she is reluctant to throw it away. In her schoolbag, people often throw some bugs, dead mice and so on. This is the first gift she has received, and it is also the only one...

So even though she didn't like it, she still brought it with her when she came to Haishi.

Ye Zhiqiu knew the meaning of this string of beads.

Twelve petals of Vajra Bodhi - reduce physical and mental stress and accidents.

The gift giver understood Shangguan Wan'er.

Jiang Hao's boss was also surprised when he received the call.

He said that he could only ask his superiors for instructions and report to each other, so the top leader of Long Zhan knew that there was a woman in the venue who was going to fight for life and death.

"Let her in."

The clear spring-like voice laughed a few times, it was really interesting!

A woman wants to challenge the life and death field of the dragon battle.

Ok.

I have to tell the marketing department this time to plan well, and they should be able to make a lot of money after this fight.

Not to mention the uproar in the Dragon Battle venue, Jiang Hao finally signed an initial lot with Ye Zhiqiu.

　Thank you very much Mei Na for the reward of 500 starting coins, and I hope to continue to support this book and accompany it to the end.

　　
　
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