I can upgrade my body

In a dark room.

Qin Mo's conversation with the masked broker continued.

"Divine power realm? This kind of thing can be solved with a little money in Baijiang City. It seems that the Ji family is not simple."

Qin Mo said calmly.

Divine power realm warriors can rule the roost in Yunwu City, but in Baijiang City, they are little shrimps at best.

"I'm not going to hide it from you. The Ji family is a big family in Baijiang City, and has several powerful warriors from outside. You should think clearly about it yourself." The masked man didn't mean to force it.

"It doesn't matter, but I need his appearance and the places he often goes to before I can start," Qin Mo said with a smile.

Killing a divine power realm warrior was just like squeezing a chicken to death for him.

"This is his appearance and various information. I hope you can succeed." The masked broker took out a letter and placed it on the table.

"How can I contact you after I kill him?" This was Qin Mo's concern.

It was also the first time that he and the masked broker met. There was no trust between the two parties. They were most afraid that someone would kill him when the time came, but the masked broker disappeared mysteriously.

"We need some trust," the masked broker said.

"Sorry, I don't have any trust in you." Qin Mo shook his head.

He is not a young boy, so this kind of verbal promise is just a matter of words.

The masked broker pondered for a while: "Let's do this. I will store the clues to the dragon-binding pile in the black market. After you kill Ji Wenhai, you can get it again when the black market opens next month."

"Don't worry, the power behind the black market is beyond your imagination, and it is absolutely trustworthy."

Qin Mo thought for a while, and it seemed that this was the only way.

He also heard Zhao Anyue mention that this black market was not owned by any party in Baijiang City, but it had been operating safely for more than ten years and had a very good reputation.

"That's it." Qin Mo nodded.

Next, the masked broker called an old man wearing a mask and handed him a note.

The old man opened the note, glanced at it lightly, and said to Qin Mo: "It is indeed a clue about the dragon-binding pile."

Qin Mo could only believe in the credibility of the black market and nodded.

The old man immediately put the note into an iron box, locked it, affixed the seal with beeswax, and said solemnly: "This box will be stored here before the black market starts next month."

After saying that, the old man left with the iron box.

Of course, this service must be paid, and the masked broker directly gave him a thousand taels of silver.

"Then, I hope I can hear good news next month." The masked broker said calmly.

Qin Mo picked up the letter about Ji Wenhai's information on the table and left directly.

Later, when it was about to dawn, the black market was officially announced to be over.

It was still a small boat that carried Qin Mo away, but instead of returning to the original dock, it docked at a port outside the city.

After Qin Mo confirmed that no one was following him, he destroyed the mask and returned to Baijiang City.

He first returned to his room in the mansion and opened the envelope containing Ji Wenhai's information.

First there is a portrait of a man.

This man is handsome, but his cheekbones are slightly sunken, giving him a sinister look. .... After Qin Mo memorized his appearance in his mind, he looked at another piece of rice paper with densely written small characters on it.

Ji Wenhai, the third son of the Ji family, is twenty-six years old. He practices black water palm technique and has reached the peak of his divine power. He is only one step away from being promoted to an external warrior.

The remaining information is some of the places Ji Wenhai likes to visit and his daily habits.

It was obvious that the person who wanted to kill Ji Wenhai must have put a lot of thought into it.

"You are at the peak of your divine power at the age of twenty-six. This kind of talent is considered excellent, but it is a pity that your character is not good enough." Qin Mo shook his head indifferently after reading the information on the rice paper.

This Ji Wenhai was born into a wealthy family and had excellent martial arts talent. However, he was extremely lecherous. He raped and raped women on a daily basis. He soiled the innocence of many women and even caused a few deaths, but he was suppressed with money.

After Qin Mo read the information, he burned it to ashes, changed into ordinary clothes, and left the mansion again.

It was easy to kill Ji Wenhai, but how to kill him without revealing his identity was a very particular matter.

Qin Mo naturally wanted to observe Ji Wenhai's whereabouts in person.

When entering the inner city from the outer city, you also need to pay an entry fee, which is one or two silver dollars at a time.

After Qin Mo entered the inner city, he had a completely different feeling.

If the city is lively and prosperous, then the inner city is luxurious.

High-rise buildings are rising from the ground, and the roads are busy with traffic, and luxury carriages keep passing by.

The young men, young ladies, and wealthy businessmen on the street were all followed by a few servants to wait on them. It seemed that no one was following them, which made it look lackluster.

The shops on both sides are antique shops, gold and silver jewelry shops, rouge shops, calligraphy and painting shops...

Qin Mo was not in a hurry to find Ji Wenhai. He spent the next few days getting familiar with the streets of the inner city, and then began to follow Ji Wenhai's whereabouts.

...........

Ji Mansion, inside the courtyard.

Several burly divine power realm warriors were besieging a young warrior.

This young warrior has a handsome face but a sinister look. He is none other than Ji Wenhai.

Huhuhu~~

The wind in the palm roared, the fist was fierce, and the air continued to explode.

Ji Wenhai faced the siege of several people, but he remained calm and kept pumping out his palms with a surging momentum, like a rushing river.

Peng!

A divine power realm warrior was slapped by him and flew far away.

Next, Ji Wenhai became more and more excited as he fought. His palms shot out with lightning, and the force of his palms was fierce but continuous.

Peng Pengpeng~~~

The remaining warriors were knocked away by Ji Wenhai's palms one after another. They all vomited blood from their mouths and obviously suffered internal injuries.

After Ji Wenhai defeated everyone, he came to the corridor of the courtyard, clasped his fists and said, "I have seen my father and master."

"Hahaha, Wen Hai's black water palm can be said to have been perfected. He only needs a little more time to accumulate before he can step into the external power."

Standing in the corridor was an old man with white eyebrows in smart clothes and laughed.

"Senior Baimei taught him well, otherwise how could Wenhai have made such rapid progress!" A middle-aged fat man stood beside him, smiling all over his face at the moment, very satisfied with his son's performance.

He is Ji Wenhai's father and the head of the Ji Mansion, Ji Luo.

"It's all because of Wen Hai's talent, it has nothing to do with me." The white-browed old man said modestly.

"Master, father, I have an appointment tonight, so I'm going to leave now." Ji Wenhai said with a smile.

"You kid, don't do those ridiculous things." Ji Luo frowned.

"The child knows it well." Ji Wenhai nodded.

"Go." Ji Luo waved his hand.

Ji Wenhai turned and left.

"This kid probably went to the land of fireworks again..." Ji Luo shook his head.

"This young man is very angry, which is normal. Mr. Ji should have been like this when he was young." The white-browed old man didn't care.

"That's right. He has a sense of proportion anyway." Ji Luo also disagreed. .

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