Song Jian walked to the stalls of several people, glanced at them, and his eyes lit up;

"What is this boxing glove? How to sell it?" Song Jian asked, pointing to the few exquisite iron boxing gloves placed in front of a man's stall.

"The iron fist glove (white), the function is unknown."

"Brother, I have good eyesight. This is a white quality forging material. It can make blue-quality level ten equipment, fine iron fists, which are blanks. After use, it can also increase the forging success rate. How about it? Do you want to sell two to try it? It's cheap anyway, even if the forging fails, it won't lose money!" The man who set up a stall turned his eyes and whispered;

"Can you really forge a level 10 blue quality glove?" Song Jian's eyes showed a puzzled look and a disbelief expression.

"Of course, you can see its attributes yourself. Although it is an unknown function, you will know just by looking at its name. You can definitely forge a complete set of precious materials! I only need five doomsday yen here to buy one, five doomsday yen. Even if it fails, how much can you lose? Just take it as spending money to buy forging proficiency, and you won't lose!" The man vigorously promoted;

Song Jian hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay, I have bought all five fine iron fist gloves here. They just need to make for forging proficiency. White quality materials. Even if the forging fails, they can increase the forging proficiency!"

"That's right, big brother, you will definitely not lose money if you buy it!" The man smiled. This "super iron fist glove" was useless at all. When sold to the system store, the recycling price was only one Doomsday yen, and it was not a forging material at all. If you threw it on the forging table, the system will prompt you that "this item cannot be forged."

"Hey, brother, I also have three iron fist gloves here, and I will sell you five doomsday coins. The materials needed for forging experience are quite large!" A person next to me said quickly;

As long as you kill the iron fist zombies, you will have a certain chance of falling. These people have been hunting monsters here since level 10, killing at least hundreds of iron fist zombies. Almost everyone has exploded several iron fist gauntlets.

Song Jian bought all the iron fist gloves from the stalls of several people who set up a fountain next to the fountain, and bought a total of twenty, which cost 100 Doomsday Kg;

After the acquisition, Song Jian was not in a hurry to leave. He glanced at the few people and asked, "Have you completed the task of creating your safe house?"

"It's done, what's wrong, buddy, you haven't finished it yet, are you short of materials? I still have some wood and stone here!" The man who started selling Song Jian's iron fist gloves lit up his eyes and said quickly;

"No, I just want to ask, you have also taken on the inaugural task. You need to find the one with ten combat profession mentors?"

"Yes, our brothers have this main task, but this task requires finding a combat professional instructor in this city. It is a waste of time. It is better to upgrade and search while searching. Maybe you will be lucky and you will meet it!" said a person next to him;

"Then have you met a combat profession mentor?" Song Jian's eyes lit up. He had found seven combat profession mentors now, and he still needed three. If it were not counted as the combat mentor who failed the test, he still needed two to complete the task;

"No, upgrade is important. I have now been upgraded to level 10 56%. I need too much experience after level 10, otherwise we wouldn't have gone here to fight monsters at a higher level!"

"No, no, this city is too dangerous, and you'll be wandering around and you might break into the monster's nest. You won't know how to die when you die. It's better to fight monsters and upgrade while trying your luck."

"Yes, we've been here for three days, and we haven't even upgraded to level one. This game is too difficult to play!"

Several people who set up stalls complained;

Song Jian shook his head. It seemed that these guys were monster-busting monsters, and he didn't know that if he didn't complete the inaugural task, his experience value would be locked and he would never be upgraded to level 11;

After looking into the distance, Song Jian placed a "super iron fist glove" in front of him and waited patiently;

"Hey, brother, if you don't practice forging skills, what are you doing here?" The man next to him asked curiously, looking at the iron fist gloves placed in front of him. Some monks were confused and didn't know what Song Jian was going to do.

"Oh, I didn't learn the forging skills..." Song Jian said indifferently.

"Then you are..."

"Hey, brother, do you know what the use of this stingy iron fist glove is!" someone reacted and asked quickly.

"Haha, you will know in a while!" Song Jian smiled;

Several people looked at each other and felt a bad feeling.

"What do you think that thing is for?" The man who started to fool Song Jian looked at the boxing glove in front of Song Jian with a puzzled look and muttered in a low voice;

"Didn't you say you're increasing your forging proficiency?" A man next to him looked at him with his eyes slanted.

"Nonsense, am I..., is it advertising! It's the same as the beef in instant noodles advertisements!"

"This thing doesn't mean it. Anyway, I feel that the five doomsday coins must be sold. I don't know how much this kid is going to sell!"

"Look, can he still sell a white item with unknown function to the sky? I think five and doomsday yen are almost done."

"Maybe we're worth ten, then we'll lose five?"

...

Song Jian listened to the few people muttering in a low voice and smiled slightly. In a short while, he saw a group of people running towards this side in the distance.

"Iron Fist Zombies should be in this area. I don't know if the explosion rate is high. I feel a little too nervous after three hours!"

"If the explosion rate is very high, maybe one iron fist zombie can explode two, after all, it has two hands..."

"It makes sense, it makes sense, go and try!"

"Hey, you see, someone is selling items there. Isn't that a tiny fist glove? I don't know how much it costs. If it's cheap, wouldn't we just buy ten to complete the task?"

"This person looks familiar!"

"Isn't he the guy who is riding a motorcycle standing behind Han Hai Boxer?"

When a group of people saw Song Jian, they looked at the boxing gloves placed in front of him, and were speechless;

"How much do you plan to sell this glove?" someone asked tentatively;

"The low price is fifty Doomsday yen, and the higher price is the best!" Song Jian said calmly.

"Hiss~" The few people who set up a stall next to him took a breath of air conditioning. The iron fist gloves bought by five Doomsday monies increased by ten times in one go. It was crazy!

"This iron fist glove will drop by an ordinary monster of level 15. Fifty doomsday coins, you're crazy." A man who set up a stall next to him hugged his arms and sneered;

"That's right, are you wrong?" The onlookers looked at Song Jian with contempt, very disdainful.

"You will know when you go and try it." Song Jian was unmoved and smiled;

"Walk around, isn't it just a level 15 monster? What's so amazing? Let's fight it ourselves!"

"Yes, we fight ourselves, I don't believe that thing can't be exploded!"

A group of people walked towards the building in the distance. Now during the day, the Iron Fist zombies are hiding in places where the sun cannot be shining. The shopping mall opposite and the Xinhua Bookstore next to them are obviously the places where the Iron Fist zombies gather;

Song Jian was not in a hurry, but just watched the group of people walking into the building silently. In a short while, the sound of fighting came from the building.
Chapter completed!