It was a makeshift inn surrounded by magic circles and garrisoned by divine soldiers.

There were dark clouds in the sky, and there was a heavy pressure pouring into the void. The Demon Lord's out-of-control demon army had begun to spread, and any means of flying had become quite dangerous in the depths of this poor hill.

Ten cloud carp airships were placed behind the inn, and the cloud carp waited quietly, spitting foam from time to time.

In the inn, the lights were brilliant, and the tables were full of food.

Xiyuhu has had a large number of merchants since ancient times, and over time, an alliance of forces has been formed, called the Imperial Eight Family.

The Imperial Eight Families occupied six of the thirteen cities in Xiyu Lake, each of which possessed considerable power. Among the monks who were able to penetrate into the depths of this poor hill, many of them belonged to the children of the Eight Imperial Families.

Different from ordinary monks, the monks of the Eight Families also have an additional layer of merchant attributes.

For the sake of safety, they will always use some means, either to buy powerful magic weapons, or to raise powerful beasts, or to hire powerful monks.

Because of this, they had much more magic weapons, pills, and other items on their bodies than ordinary monks.

However, the sudden appearance of the demon army in the abyssal rift still caught many people off guard.

"Fifty nine-rank talismans! Two hundred spirit stones, no more. ”

Chu Xiangzhu was on the balcony of the inn, watching Zhang Daoyuan buy goods at the door.

Although it is written in front of the inn that the eight big characters of high price recycling, free accommodation, but let a nine-grade talisman with a thousand spirit stones be sold at this price.

I have to say that Zhang Daoyuan is indeed a well-deserved profiteer.

"Sold!"

Because the disheveled monk went too deep, he ran into the army of the Miaoli Demon Lord, and the life-saving magic weapons and guards were lost, and he died, leaving him alone.

This monk has been in business for many years, and he has a unique vision, so he can naturally see it. Although this inn is simple, the magic circle outside this inn is genuine.

He had already been wounded in the process of fleeing, and he could not have escaped alone. Therefore, I can only stay in this inn, and maybe there is a glimmer of life.

"Greet guests!"

Zhang Daoyuan waved his hand and summoned Chu Xiangzhu, who was watching the scenery on the balcony.

Chu Xiangzhu was helpless, although she had been resisting these days, it was useless.

By now, she's getting used to it.

"This is the Nine Yang Flame Talisman, which is worth 100,000 spirit stones."

A monk had just entered, and another one came at the door.

He shouted in annoyance.

"Two hundred, no negotiation."

Zhang Daoyuan and more and more monks at the door bargained and killed in the dark, and the sun and moon were dark.

In that scene, Chu Xiangzhu actually had a feeling that a serious man was really handsome.

I'm probably crazy!

Chu Xiangzhu thought so in his heart.

There were a lot of goods piled up on the ground, and there were a few strange beasts in the forage shed, which were usually of high value, but now they were all recovered by Zhang Daoyuan, a black-hearted businessman, with dozens or hundreds of spirit stones.

There were already quite a few people in the inn, and they were all in the same situation. Many of them also knew each other, and now they all have a sense of the aftermath of the catastrophe.

The danger has not passed, but it is fortunate enough that friends can be reunited.

A hill not far away.

Looking at the makeshift inn, a few brocade monks gathered together.

"Who's that man?"

Looking at Zhang Daoyuan, who was greeting guests at the door, the leader asked.

"Young master, I have already inquired, he is Zhang Daoyuan, the ruler of the Black Dragon Mountain Mansion."

These brocade-clothed monks are all the sons of the high-ranking families in the various forces of Xiyuhu, and the leader is Lu Hongming, the young master of the Lu family in the unparalleled city of the Eight Imperial Families.

At this moment, the situation in the land of poor hills is already quite tense, but Lu Hongming is at ease. Although it is dusty, it is still as beautiful as jade. The old slave beside him, holding his breath, looked humble, but it was unfathomable.

"This Black Dragon Mountain Mansion has always had a very high opinion of itself, and I didn't expect that it would not be long before he Zhang Changsheng died, but the next generation of leaders he bothered to protect back then had the same cheap business as me."

A brocade-clothed boy behind Lu Hongming said, causing a burst of laughter.

It's just that Lu Hongming can't laugh. He was born in Wushuang City, and when he was young, he entered the Daluo Holy Land, worshiped Bai Xian as his teacher, and was Li Yang's junior brother.

Lu Hongming originally stayed in the Daluo Holy Land, and had no intention of returning to the Northern Wilderness. But I heard that Nian Tianjiao intends to come to this northern wilderness and break into the frozen land of the demon lord.

He got up with it, came back early, and got ready, wanting to win the favor of the lover of his dreams.

It's just that Nian Tianjiao changed her mind after returning to Luoyin Water Mansion.

Lu Hongming had no choice, anyway, the preparations were ready, so he led people into the poor hill.

"In this world, someone can actually think of me in front of me, and some preparation has disrupted my arrangement."

Lu Hongming has a good cultivation, a very high vision, and is also very accomplished in the way of business.

He boasted of his wisdom, and when he saw the dark clouds in the sky, he learned that there was a change in the poor hills, so he had the idea of taking advantage of this time to buy the goods in the hands of those monks cheaply, and he was also ready.

It's just that there are people who are one step ahead of him. Moreover, the location he had chosen was much better than what he had detected earlier.

Several brocade-clothed men behind Lu Hongming looked at each other, and there was a taste of stuttering in their words.

"Brother Lu also wants to do this deal?"

At this time, it was too late, and many people had already reached Zhang Daoyuan's hands. Even if I set up the inn at this time and set up the magic circle, I am afraid that it will be unprofitable. ”

"That's not simple, I'll use some manpower to lead that demon army here, so that Zhang Daoyuan can't do it."

"That's right. To say that the Black Dragon Mountain Mansion in the past is indeed scary. It's just that now, he Zhang Daoyuan can still have any temper. ”

Seeing that Lu Hongming didn't talk, those brocade-clothed boys thought that they could please the young master of the Lu family, so they prepared to go on their own.

Lu Hongming was disdainful and shook his head.

"A bunch of idiots."

"Young master, the head of the family once instructed, whether we are cultivating or doing business, we must not provoke the two factions of Dao and Demon in this Northern Wilderness. Especially Zhang Daoyuan, he holds the Nine Heavens Jade in his hand and has a special identity. Is it really okay to let these guys go around? ”

"Let them go! These fools don't want to think about it, can they provoke people who dare to do business here? ”

"So what should I do?"

"Inform all the people of my Lu family who are in Poor Hill at the moment, immediately withdraw from Poor Hill, it is not peaceful here. Withdrawing at this time, although it is a small benefit, it has great benefits. ”

"The old slave will do it!"

When Lu Hongming was leaving, he glanced at Zhang Daoyuan, who was still standing at the door at this time and was still bargaining, and there was a sigh of both Shengyu and He Shengliang in his heart, which meant comparison.