First of all, there is a lot of useful information in the black market. ?? ．?

The battle between the Ancient Clan and the Undead Blood Clan will definitely alarm the entire Yuan Mansion and even Tiantai Prefecture, and when the time comes, all kinds of news will definitely spread quickly in the black market.

Therefore, even if Zhang Ruochen didn't go to the Hades Sword Tomb, he could know some of the things he wanted to know.

Secondly, Zhang Ruochen went to the black market to buy a higher-level Saint Yuan Pill to prepare for breaking through the third-order half-saint.

Only the higher the cultivation, the greater the initiative, otherwise, in front of the imperial court and the undead blood clan, he will always be very passive.

Once he breaks through to the third-order half-saint, even if Zhang Ruochen encounters a high-level half-saint, he can deal with it calmly, so that he will not have to flee for his life.

After five days of traveling, Zhang Ruochen, Da Sikong, and Er Sikong finally crossed the vast area and came to the capital city of Yuanfu.

During the day, Zhang Ruochen would enter the scroll world to cultivate, refine the divine blood, and strive to improve his cultivation.

Now, he has completely consolidated the realm of the second-order semi-saint, and he has made some improvements.

At the same time, the Nine Lives Sword Technique, the True One Thunder Fire Sword Technique, and the Eight Variations of the Scale that he cultivated were also steadily improving.

Of the 36 prefectures in Tiantai Prefecture, Yuanfu is enough to rank in the top ten, which is naturally an extremely prosperous place, with a long history, majestic atmosphere, and many places of interest.

On the streets, there is a lot of traffic and people coming and going. There are ornate frames, pulled by snow-white beasts, rushing through the middle of the street. There were also some hideous-looking half-human monks, carrying soldiers on their backs, walking in groups, as if they had just returned from a dangerous place somewhere, bringing back a lot of ore and elixir.

Da Sikong and Er Sikong are both entering the city for the first time, and everything seems extraordinarily novel, but fortunately, Zhang Ruochen watched them and did not cause unnecessary trouble.

Before stepping into the black market, Zhang Ruochen used the Thirty-six Transformations of Formlessness and Phaselessness to change his appearance and become Lin Yue's appearance.

Because of the vigorous propaganda of the Ministry of War, the wanted album spread throughout the Yuan Mansion, so Zhang Ruochen's appearance has long been a household name.

In the Central Domain, Lin Yue's appearance was rarely seen.

If it weren't for the last resort, Zhang Ruochen didn't want to change his appearance at all, he just wanted to live an upright and upright life.

However, for ordinary people, a fairly simple thing is too difficult for him, and everything is so involuntarily.

Compared with the prosperity and hustle and bustle of Fucheng, the black market is a little more gloomy, giving people a feeling of murder everywhere.

On the streets, there are also a lot of pedestrians, most of these people have a certain strength, carrying soldiers on their backs, and some of them are covered in blood, obviously not good people.

"Whoa!"

At that moment, there was the sound of chains dragging and a faint cry.

At the back of the street, two rows of evil monks in bloody robes escorted nearly 100 slaves into the black market. The slaves were dressed in splendid clothes, silk and brocade, and were clearly not poor.

Among them, young and beautiful women account for seventy percent. The remaining thirty percent are all sturdy men who have cultivated to reach the extreme realm of the earth, and those who have cultivated to the highest level have reached the fish and dragon realm.

This is a group of high-ranking slaves, each of which can be sent into the auction house and sold for a very high price.

In the black market, there are all kinds of goods, and "slaves" are one of the most important ones.

There are also many types of slaves, such as: coolies, poor slaves, war slaves, and female slaves.

Among them, the price of war slaves is the highest, and the war slaves cultivated in the Fish Dragon Realm can sell for an amazing price no matter where they are.

In addition, the beautiful female slave is also the plaything that the children of those big families love for ten minutes.

When you come to the black market and see hordes of slaves, in fact, it is not strange at all.

"I am the inner disciple of the Xuanjing Sect, and the evil people of your Blood Dragon Hall dare to arrest me, and the elders of the sect will definitely not let you go. ”

A young man in the crowd of slaves said.

"Smack!"

Beside him, among the monks of the Blood Dragon Palace, a two-meter-tall man with a scar, riding on the back of a brute elephant, swung out a flaming whip in his hand, and hit the face of the disciple of the Xuanjing Sect, beating the left half of his face into a blur of flesh and blood.

The disciple of the Xuanjing Sect held his face and kept wailing, looking extremely painful.

The rest of the slaves trembled with fear.

The scar man sneered: "The Xuanjing Sect has colluded with the Undead Blood Clan and has destroyed the sect, and those elders of yours are estimated to have become dead." Do you want to wait for a bunch of dead people to give you a head out?haha!"

A rather beautiful woman immediately retorted: "It is impossible for the Xuanjing Sect to collude with the undead blood clan, absolutely impossible. Your Blood Dragon Hall and the Zhu Shengmen Valve are really colluding with each other, specifically framing the major families and sects, and plundering cultivation resources......"

"Smack!"

The scarred man whipped out again, hitting the woman on the back, causing her to curl up on the ground and tremble.

"If it weren't for the fact that you still have a bit of look, you can sell it for a good price, and that whip just now can split your body in two. Scar said.

Not far away, Er Sikong asked, "Uncle Shi, what's going on, why do those people bully the weak?"

On the way, Zhang Ruochen explained to the Great Sikong and the Second Sikong why he was proficient in the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, and also told them some things about the Golden Dragon.

The second Sikong stubbornly believes that Zhang Ruochen is the descendant of the golden dragon and belongs to the same generation as Master Indra, so he must call Zhang Ruochen his uncle.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were fixed on the group of monks in blood robes, and he didn't want to cause trouble, but simply explained, "This is the black market, the weak eat the strong, there is no reason to talk about it." ”

"The poor monk went and reasoned with them. ”

The second Sikong was obviously very unaccustomed to it, and strode towards the middle of the street.

The cultivation of the second Sikong is extremely high, and the steps he steps out are quite subtle, and he can shrink into inches, and when Zhang Ruochen stopped him, he was already standing in front of the big man with the scar.

The two Sikong clasped their hands together and said, "Amitabha!"

The big man with scar sat on the back of a brute beast, and when he saw the cloth-clothed monk who stopped in front of him, he immediately felt a little unlucky, and laughed: "What the hell is going on today? I actually saw the monk in the black market." ”

"Donor, you should understand the principle that all beings are equal, and the poor monks think that you should let them go free and should not treat them like this. Er Sikong's expression was quite wooden, and he said seriously.

The scar man was slightly stunned at first, and then reacted, his eyes became quite cold, and he burst out: "Monk, are you here to find trouble?"

"I think he's here to die. ”

Another monk from the Blood Dragon Hall lifted a black dragon head spear, leaped up from the back of the brute beast, and stabbed it out, hitting the heart of the second Sikong.

Er Sikong just stood up and casually said something that was fair, but he was such a killer. It can be seen that this person must be a ruthless person.

"Bang!"

Ersikong stood in place, not moving, and the sharp tip of the spear struck his body, making a sound of metal impact.

"King Kong's incorruptible body?"

The Blood Dragon Hall monk, with a shocked look, was about to withdraw his spear and immediately retreated.

"Wow-"

A circle of golden Buddha light emanated from Er Sikong's body, containing a powerful force that shattered the spear into pieces of iron.

The piece of iron flew back upside down and struck the Blood Dragon Hall monk's body, punching out dense bloody holes.

With a bang, the Blood Dragon Hall monk fell to the edge of the street, and because he was too seriously injured, he fainted directly.

"Amitabha!"

The two Sikong clasped their hands together and recited a Buddha name.

The monks of the Blood Dragon Hall were all shocked, and immediately rushed over, surrounded the second sikong, and pulled out the soldiers, as if they were facing a great enemy.

On the streets, many cult monks stopped and stood by to watch.

"Someone actually dares to provoke the Blood Dragon Palace, is it impatient to live?"

"Don't underestimate that monk, his cultivation is very powerful, I didn't see him use dark energy to shatter a true martial arts weapon into pieces, and it is estimated that he has a cultivation of more than the seventh transformation of the fish dragon. ”

"No matter how powerful it is, the Blood Dragon Palace's power in the black market is so huge, going against them is undoubtedly looking for death. ”

"I didn't see the sedan chair of the Blood Dragon Prince, it stopped over there. The Blood Dragon Boy is not a character to be messed with, wait and see, the end of that monk must be very miserable. ”

Among the monks of the Blood Dragon Palace, there is a sedan chair carried by sixteen people, and the three-length sedan chair body hangs down with a golden silk curtain, like a small palace in motion.

The Blood Dragon Boy walked out of the sedan chair, with his left and right hands, each holding a scantily clad and charming woman, his voice was a little evil, and said, "Chen Xu, if you don't immediately send the newly arrived slaves to the auction house, why are you still dragging here?"

The scarred man was sweating profusely, under a lot of pressure, turned around, and said nervously: "Childe, there is a monk in front of him, who wants to save people." ”

The Blood Dragon Princesse smiled sneeringly and said, "Do you still need this boy to teach you how to do it?" Immediately clean up the monk, don't delay this son's time." ”

"Yes. The scarred man's gaze sank, and he activated the holy qi and injected the red flame whip into his hand, and the flames on the whip became even hotter and made a snorting sound.

With a flick of his wrist, the Red Flame whip flung out, forming a circle of qi waves that rolled towards Er Sikong's neck. The wind on the whip is sharper than the blade.

However, before the Red Flame Whip was drawn on Er Sikong's body, the scar man flew out first, and a foot-long claw print appeared on his chest, and blood continued to gush out.

The power of the claw prints shattered all the meridians of his body, and his cultivation was completely wasted.

Zhang Ruochen stood on the side of the street, gently touched his chin with his fingers, and said, "The monk who looks very wooden, when he fights, he is not ambiguous at all. ”

Da Sikong shook his head and sighed: "I'm still young and young, and I'm not very sensible, Uncle Shi don't worry, when he comes back, I will definitely educate him." ”

Zhang Ruochen did not object to Er Sikong's approach, but in this way, he would definitely offend the Blood Dragon Palace.

Let's see how things play out next. )