Night.

Hanliu Lane in Xicheng was brightly lit, and the black market began to operate.

The hawkers worked hard to spread out, and the pedestrians walked in twos and threes, each wearing a mask, which was the rule of the black market, and anyone who entered the black market was required to cover his face with a mask, and his face should not be exposed.

In a dark corner, a long figure slowly walked out, wearing a mask, no different from others, the only conspicuous thing was that he was carrying a huge sword.

He glanced around and muttered, "This black market is so prosperous that it is not inferior to the street market in the daytime." ”

This person is Meng Jing, he deliberately changed his clothes and mixed into the black market, alone, but he is not worried about his safety.

So far, he hasn't lost against people at night.

The black market is mixed, and the figures are longing.

Meng Jing stood quietly in the crowd, closing his eyes and not moving, secretly urging his spiritual power, listening to all directions, carefully searching through the many noisy sounds.

After standing still for a while, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a purple glow flashed.

He turned his head to look to the other side, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then walked over quickly.

I saw that a group of people were tightly surrounding a one-foot high ring, and there were many discussions.

Meng Jing cautiously squeezed into the crowd, and through the gap, he saw a tall man standing in the ring, he was not wearing a mask, revealing his bronzed skin and facial features different from those of the Central Plains.

This is a Dongyi people, since ancient times, the Central Plains people have been calling the many islands on the east side of the Central Plains mainland Dongyi.

This Dongyi man's breath is slow and immobile like a mountain.

Meng Jing could see at a glance that he was a cultivator, and after a simple probing with his divine sense, Meng Jing was slightly surprised that this person was actually a monk.

Most of the monks' whereabouts are obscure and unknown to the world.

At this moment, a monk of unknown strength is standing there clearly, there must be something strange.

After a few more breaths, the Dongyi man glanced down the stage, and then walked to the center of the ring.

"A few days ago, my master issued a reward, 100,000 taels of reward for the head of the king, because there are too many talented people to receive the reward, today there is a ring here, all the capable people come to the stage and compete with the next, if you can win in the next, you can take this single reward. ”

Dongyi Hanzi's voice was loud and loud, as big as thunder.

As soon as the voice stopped, the audience instantly boiled, and everyone's eyes flashed with fanaticism, thinking of the hot 100,000 taels of silver, how many people could calmly face each other?

Noticing the greed and ugliness of everyone in the audience, Dongyi Hanzi frowned slightly, and his expression revealed a trace of contempt.

But when he saw Meng Jing's still gaze, Dongyi Hanzi's expression paused obviously, and he looked at Meng Jing a few more times.

He walked to a bamboo curtain behind the ring, and through the curtain, whispered:

"This kind of goods, when I see gold and silver, I'm afraid I can't even walk, and I can't do anything at all, why should the master waste time on them?"

Dongyi Hanzi's tone was obviously dissatisfied.

A soft female voice came from behind the bamboo curtain, with a faint fragrance of Zhilan.

"Don't worry, I understand that these people are just generals, I'm just waiting for someone. ”

"Who are you waiting for?"

Dongyi asked tentatively.

"Sword Demon Crazy Nine, according to reliable sources, he is in Pingzhou, and the ring is just to provoke him to make a move, if there is a Sword Demon Crazy Nine to participate in the assassination, King Xin will definitely die. ”

"The hosts are brilliant. ”

Meng Jing noticed the Dongyi man's actions, and looked at the man's respectful demeanor, behind the curtain must be the master he mentioned.

In addition to raising money, Meng Jing's night visit to the black market also had a purpose, to find out who was going to put him to death.

Subsequently, the Dongyi man returned to the center of the ring and announced:

"At the beginning of the competition, which capable man will come up first. ”

Hearing this, everyone in the audience hurriedly competed with each other and pulled them to the stage.

After a while, one person was the first to break free from the crowd, and at first glance, it turned out to be a slightly chubby monk.

The monk patted the robe that had been messed up in the scramble, then solemnly folded his hands and bowed to the Dongyi man.

Seeing that his ugly appearance was revealed in the crowd, the Dongyi man pretended to be a high-ranking monk at this time, and his heart became more and more disdainful.

"Fat monk, you monks have always said that money is something outside the body, why did you do the opposite today, for 100,000 taels, robbing the errand of killing people?"

The monk was not angry but laughed: "Amitabha, the benefactor's words are wrong, the poor monk's move is just to prevent the 100,000 taels from falling into the hands of the wicked, and it is definitely not greedy for money." ”

Speaking shamelessly in a serious manner, with such a thick skin, the Dongyi man looked even more disdainful when he saw this.

didn't say much, just slapped it with one palm.

The monk was calm, he believed that he had the cultivation of the peak of a martial artist, and he didn't care too much about the Dongyi man, thinking that he was just a reckless man, and he was not to be afraid.

The monk raised his palm, and his other hand was ready to attack the lower abdomen of the Dongyi man from the other side.

Unexpectedly, the monk didn't catch the first palm, and was directly knocked away, collapsed in the distance, bleeding from the seven orifices, and collapsed.

Everyone in the audience was shocked, and sighed for a while, they all knew very well the cultivation of the monks, and the peak of the martial artist was already one of the best in this group of people, and they couldn't catch it with a single palm.

No one thought that the Dongyi man, who seemed to have only some brute strength, was actually a hidden cultivator, and with such a cultivation, I am afraid that no one in the field could fight with him.

Unlike the shock of others, Meng Jing seemed a little more relaxed, as soon as the Dongyi man made a move, Meng Jing found out his general cultivation, the realm of the second vortex, which was worse than Ning Dan and Hui Gandao.

It is not difficult for Meng Jing to win against him.

Everyone calmed down for a while, and some of them finally couldn't resist the temptation of the 100,000 taels and still wanted to try.

A green-robed Taoist priest jumped into the ring, and was knocked out of the ring in a breath, spitting a few taels of blood in his mouth.

A bearded man with a knife went into the ring, and before he could speak, he was kicked away by the Dongyi man.

......

In less than half an hour, the people in the field collapsed, and the situation was extremely miserable.

The rest of the people trembled and looked terrified, and no one dared to try again.

"Is anyone else going to come up and try it?"

Dongyi Hanzi held his head high, glanced at the audience, and saw everyone's cowering, his heart was full of contempt, and his expression became more and more proud.

"I heard that there are many heroes in the Central Plains, and there are many talents, but today I know that it is just boasting, and a group of soft-footed shrimp are also worthy of being called heroes?"

Dongyi's voice became more and more unkind, and his words were full of insults.

"Central Plains, but so, what qualifications do you have to command the Quartet? This time is different from the past, and the countries of Dongyi have risen to the top, and they should be the respect of the Quartet. ”

Everyone looked at each other angrily, but they dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, for fear of harming themselves, so they could only sigh.

A young Confucian was demoralized and retorted loudly:

"Wait for Dongyi, but in the land of projectiles, you don't even have the qualifications to compare with my Haohao Central Plains, it's all idiots talking about dreams......"

Before he finished speaking, the young Confucian scholar was thrown out of the palm of Dongyi Han more than ten zhang away, and he lost his breath in an instant.

Everyone was shocked, bowed their heads and said nothing, and even lost the courage to look at the Dongyi man.

"Hahaha, a bunch of rats," the Dongyi man laughed very rampantly, "but there are still people who dare to come up and fight? Didn't they rush to ask for the 100,000 taels before, why are they dumb now?"

The audience was silent, and no one dared to respond.

"I'll try. ”

A resolute voice came from the crowd.