Under normal circumstances, the human bone marrow starts to be bright red and has a strong hematopoietic function, but with the increase of age, the qi and blood decay, the bone marrow will slowly turn yellow, and the hematopoietic function will slowly weaken.

And Yan San's bone marrow has changed a lot at this time, the original bone marrow is bright red, and the hematopoietic function is already extraordinary, after many times of destruction and rebirth, the bone marrow has become pink, more and more faint, and changes to white.

This white bone marrow is the most viscous blood it is today. But Yan San knew that it was not the end yet, and the potential of his body was only half tapped at most.

Clenching his fists, Yan San felt the majestic power in his body, he was finally able to understand the kind of exuberance that the physical cultivation was proud of at the same level in the early stage, the real physical strength, the combat power that would not suddenly weaken with the lack of vitality, this was the power that truly belonged to him.

With all his strength, his muscles and bones ached faintly, and the air in front of him snorted, almost bursting, and the fist wind slammed into the closed wooden door of the room, making a bang, and then refracted back, blowing Yan San's unruly short hair. There was a strong wind blowing in the room, which was caused by the sudden movement of the air by the fist.

Yan San's whole person lost weight again, his muscles and flesh were even more abrupt, and even his cheeks were a little sunken, only a pair of eyes were burning. But this is just a symptom, and it will soon recover as long as you eat properly. After the fourth order of the monk, ordinary food will become a symbolic thing, and its energy is simply not enough to support the body, and it is by no means an exaggeration to eat a cow in one meal, and it is not a legend to eat and drink dew. But before the fourth order, it was still necessary to rely on food to maintain a relatively fragile life form.

Walking out of the door, Yan San directly spent a hundred yuan crystals, gobbled up half of the stewed crocodile meat that was older than his body, and drank half a jar of water, and then walked out of the small shop with a sense of satisfaction.

Tomorrow is the day to discuss the matter of the beast tide, and since there will be a bloody battle for the wicked, these days will be a great event. Almost all the wicked people have gathered in the Heavenless City, and when the beast tide occurs, all the primordial beasts will attack humans in a rage, and even the rats that usually run away when they see people have the heart of a tiger, and dare to pounce on them and bite humans without fear of death, so it is useless to dodge, they will only die earlier and faster. The smell of man is like a lamp in the darkness of the night in the presence of beasts.

Given that we don't know whether tomorrow will be dead or alive, these days have become extremely important. Those who want to survive must desperately increase their strength in these days, and it doesn't matter if they will have the last pleasure in these days, no one dares to say that they will be able to hold on, and no one guarantees that they will be able to get out. Every time there is a beast tide, nearly one-third of the people on the fifth floor of the entire wailing will die, and even more than half of the casualties will be killed in serious cases.

Of course, those who remain are elites, and they will gradually become bullies in their respective regions, and they will not die for decades, like Guo Ergou, who dominates one side alone. In the past few days, the Heavenless City will usher in an unprecedented carnival of monks. All the shops will be full, all the hostels and even the dark corners will be filled with primitive men and women, Yuan Jing will flow among the monks like a great river of the Yangtze River, and a large part will flow into the hands of the Wutian Sect, and the income of the Wutian Sect these days will be half of the whole year. All the shops in the Heavenless City are owned by the Heavenless Sect, and the tax rate is as high as ten percent these days.

But no one cares. The saddest thing is that you don't have money to die.

The largest market is the trading conference organized by the Heavenless Sect, which is limited to monks of the third order and above. And this kind of monk is all a strong party with a strong pocket. There is also an auction conference in the center of the trading conference, presided over by the Wutian Sect, non-heavy treasures are not on the stage, and there is no qualification to enter the market without 100,000 yuan crystals, which is a tailor-made trading place for the monks at the top of the five-story pyramid of the wailing horn.

Of course, all items that are auctioned off are subject to a 10% handling fee. If you do the math, this is another huge astronomical amount.

Yan San walked on the street, and it was indeed a scene of doomsday carnival, with a lot of people, as if the world was prosperous. No, it's more frenzy than all the heydays combined, like the sunset before dark, the most beautiful light. All the monks looked like they were in a hurry, spending money neatly and neatly, and the delivery was crisp and refreshing, Yan San even saw a man directly pulling a masked woman passing by, and he didn't care if he recognized it or not, and took a bag of Yuan Jing in one fell swoop: "Three hundred Yuan Crystals, come to a fire, do you want to do it?"

The monk hesitated for only about three seconds, grabbed Yuan Jing, and as the man turned into a dark corner not far away, a suppressed cry was heard in a popping sound of unknown meaning......

After the meal, when Yan San turned the third street corner, the female monk walked quickly past Yan San from behind, bought a real pill at a stall, and hurried away. Yan San could see clearly that the money she used was the three hundred yuan crystal given by the strange man.

After walking two more streets, Yan San looked around quietly and entered a small shop selling groceries, and the busy shopkeeper was about to speak, Yan San threw a small bag of Yuanjing on the stone platform, and hurriedly said, "Go to the toilet." The shopkeeper swept Yuan Jing and waved his hand.

Yan San turned to the back of the shop, looked around carefully, and after making sure that there was no one, he rhythmically knocked on a piece of wood on the wall of the backyard, and after a while, a section of the wall suddenly moved sideways, and a big man with a red face came out, glanced at Yan San, turned around and left. Yan San hurriedly followed, and the wall behind him moved and slowly closed.

At the moment when it was about to close, a spider in the shadows flicked violently and quickly crawled into the secret passage.

The secret passage was dark and long, and the red-faced man had a fire fold like a bean in his hand, Yan San followed behind and walked seven or eight hundred meters before another door appeared, opening the door, it was like a spacious room, like a wing room of an inn, but the secret door was a wall of the wing room.

There is a small green cloth sedan chair in the room, which is shabby and narrow, and can be picked up by one person, like a small cabinet erected, and it looks like it can only sit one person. The red-faced man extinguished the fire and stood beside the sedan chair.

Yan San was respectful, saluted the sedan chair, and said, "Master, I have found out the news, there is indeed a fourth-order soul in today's auction, I don't know which one who killed a thousand swords was so lucky to be detained, and the reserve price was 500,000 yuan. On Yan San's back trouser legs, the spider quietly crawled down to the ground and disappeared into the shadows.

Someone in the sedan chair snorted coldly, and the voice of the crow came out: "Who is your master? You don't knock a single one when you see Lao Tzu? If it weren't for the fact that you helped me cheat Scar so much money, Lao Tzu would have accepted you as an apprentice?"

Yan San bit his teeth and wanted to kneel, but the crow in the sedan chair suddenly snorted bitterly and said, "Excuse me! It's too late to kneel now! You are just a registered disciple of Lao Tzu, and it depends on Lao Tzu's mood if you want to kneel." Then he scolded in a low voice: "You little girl, you dare to bite Lao Tzu......

There were two crisp sounds of palms hitting meat in the sedan chair, and a woman's short and coquettish voice sounded. Apparently there was a woman inside, as if she had bitten a crow.

The crow scolded and scolded, and then came out: "After following Lao Tzu for so many days, you still refuse to be convinced, right? Believe it or not, I let the two yellow-haired zombies turn you? You are the hall master in the Wutian Sect, and in the hands of my crow, you are a female slave, and if you don't obey Lao Tzu, you will abolish you! Now Lao Tzu wants to do business, get out of here!"

The green curtain of the small sedan chair flashed, and a figure was thrown out and smashed on the bed, but it was a plump woman, only covered her body with profane clothes, revealing a large white flowered body, unable to move, unable to speak, and full of stubbornness, it was the blue-handed Sanniang.

The moment the curtain was rolled up, I could vaguely see a skinny old man, with gray hair, sitting in a sedan chair without an inch.

The crow said, "How's the situation on the Black Widow's side, have you found the ugly wolf?"

Yan San said respectfully, "It shouldn't be, how can someone be so stupid and hide such a big fortune without looking for a place to hide. Master, you offended the Black Widow last time, do you still go to the trading floor this time? Why don't I run for you?"

The crow said: "Her people have stolen what I have been planning for more than ten years, and if she doesn't give me an explanation, will I still be afraid of her? When the time comes, I will unite with the other three districts, and Lao Tzu will tear up her Heavenless City! I must go to the trading ground, and with this fourth-order ghast, my Horcrux power will be doubled, and then the Black Widow will be counted as a yarn! Do you know what a ghast is? What will you take to detain me? You are a second-order small body cultivator, in the Western District, it's not Lao Tzu secretly helping you, you can't even get through a game, and you really think you are invincible in the world?"

Yan San said that he didn't dare, and said after a while: "Master, that black widow must be eager to kill you, even if she doesn't do it, she will secretly make the stumbling block raise the bid, even if you want to go, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to do this, it's best to get in, quietly take a picture of the soul, and then question it in person when the formal discussion is held tomorrow, when the masters of the four districts are all there, the black widow will definitely have some scruples......

The raven groaned, "You have a point. Hehe, Lao Tzu has endured for so many years, and this means is still available, you see!"

There was silence in the sedan chair, and after the tea ceremony, a man with a wooden expression, dark cheeks, and a thin reed stick walked out of the sedan chair. The thin old man waved his hand and pulled his hair one by one, and suddenly a large clump of hair fell out, and the bun was scattered like a chicken nest. With the skinny figure, it looks like a skeleton crawling out of a grave, and it doesn't look like a crow.