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For thousands of years, slaves have been an integral part of the spiritual world.

It's not that Fan Chen has a great and kind mind, but in his previous life, Fan Chen had never seen such a blatant slave trade.

He couldn't figure out how human beings could treat people like himself as inanimate goods.

Along the way, Fan Chen saw many slaves.

Without exception, the slaves were marked by a fiery red iron with the mark of the slave owner, and they were all handcuffed and shackled, like animals.

No one sees them as human beings at all, but they are human beings.

Fan Chen was silent for a while, looking at the huge white tent in the central auction hall, and finally sighed silently, turned his head to the side.

The reality is brutal.

Slavery has existed for thousands of years, and if you want to wipe it all out, you can only increase your own strength.

"This gentleman, which one or more do you want? We are all young and strong here, if you can buy more, we will give you a cheaper price" A middle-aged man suddenly appeared in front of Fan Chen, his face full of smiles.

Fan Chen looked at the people in this row of iron cages.

The cages were all strong and powerful, the youngest was seventeen or eighteen years old, and the oldest was only thirty or forty years old.

Apparently specially selected from a pool of slaves. However, the price is also much more expensive.

The price of a slave is 90 gold coins, which is more than three times the price of a slave of the same type.

The arrival of mortal dust made the slaves in the iron cage stand up.

This was the demand of the slave owners, and at the same time, these slaves also wanted to be bought as soon as possible.

After all, the slaves who were bought still had the possibility of living a little better, and here they were. They don't even have enough to eat.

If no one cares for a long time, they may even be sold to the next gladiatorial arena.

Once there, they won't survive even a week!

Fan Chen looked at the iron cages one by one, and suddenly, his eyes stopped at one of the iron cages.

In this iron cage, there are about 20 people.

However, unlike the other iron cages next to it, most of the slaves in this iron cage are crowded on the right, and only two of them occupy half of the space on the left.

The slaves huddled on the right looked at the two men with hatred and fear.

And when all the slaves stood up, the two men were lazy, and only turned their heads to glance at him, and then ignored them.

"Soldier?" Fan Chen could smell the breath on these two people that could only be cultivated on the battlefield with his nose.

Before the middle-aged man could answer, a voice rang out: "A knight, a non-commissioned officer!"

"Derpy, the so-called knight here is a spiritual cultivator who holds the Heaven Realm, and a non-commissioned officer is a spiritual cultivator who steps on the Heaven Realm," Ye Zi's voice sounded at dusk.

Fan Chen nodded secretly, and then turned his head to look, only to see a middle-aged man with a tall and thin figure and a protruding chin, already walking over under the escort of several thugs.

"Interested?"

"Knight?" Fan Chen looked at the middle-aged man in surprise, it was obvious that this was the slave owner of these two slaves.

The slave owner on the left walked up to Fan Chen, turned his head to look at a middle-aged slave about forty years old in the cage.

"Of course, strictly speaking, he used to be a knight, but because of his injury, he lost his spiritual power, and now he is just an ordinary slave. ”

"How can you become a slave if you lose your spiritual power if you are injured?" asked Fan Chen.

"Little brother, I only care about buying and selling, but I don't care about telling stories," the slave owner raised his eyebrows and said lightly.

"If you're interested, you can buy it and let him tell you about it. But I can assure you that whatever he did before, he is a slave here, just like everyone else!"

Fan Chen walked to the iron cage.

"What's your name?" Fan Chen asked with a smile as he looked at the middle-aged slave who had been claimed by the slave owner to have been a knight.

The middle-aged slave looked at the mortal dust quietly through the iron cage.

He was tall, with short hair and a beard like steel needles, a square face with Chinese characters, deep sunken eyes, and a pair of blue eyes with indifferent eyes.

Although he couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, the momentum that naturally emanated was as cold as winter.

After a long time, he spoke, his voice low.

"Wu Ping!"

"Okay, Mr. Wuping, I know my question is a bit abrupt" Fan Chen straightened up, and then said, "I want to know, you were really a knight before?"

Fan Chen's words caused a cold snort and angry glare from another person behind Wu Ping, as if his question was an insult.

Wu Ping, on the other hand, looked at Fan Chen thoughtfully, nodded and said, "Yes, it used to be."

"Listen to him, you lost your spiritual power because of an injury?" Fan Chen looked at Wu Ping with blazing eyes.

"Where's the injury?"

The man behind Wu Ping suddenly scolded angrily.

"What's your business!"

Not only did they react violently, but even the slave owners on the side looked at Fan Chen with strange eyes.

Obviously, this inexplicable question is really weird and boring.

Wu Ping didn't overreact. He simply lifted his clothes, revealing his muscular body and a hideous wound that ran from his chest all the way to his lower abdomen, almost splitting his whole body in half.

Fan Chen looked at the wound carefully, until Wu Ping put down his clothes, suddenly turned his head and said to the slave owner: "This person, I want it"

As he spoke, he looked back at Wu Ping, who was about to speak, and smiled slightly: "Of course, it also includes the friend next to you."

"These two people?" Hearing Fan Chen's words, the slave owner's face was a little strange: "Are you sure you want to?"

"What, is there a problem?" asked Fanchen.

"The problem is that there is a ......" The slave owner glanced at the two men in the iron cage, and a greedy smile appeared on his face.

"Two people, a thousand gold coins, not a penny is a lot"

"A thousand gold coins, you might as well grab it!" The man next to Fan Chen jumped up like an angry fighting.

"That's the price," the slave owners clearly had no intention of budging.

"A thousand gold coins, to buy a knight and a non-commissioned officer, is already a huge bargain. Don't look at them as slaves now, if they had been put in the past, even I would have to whisper my lord, my lord, it doesn't feel like supporting such a person to work."

The slave owner's words, Fan Chen did not listen to them, for him, this gold coin is no problem at all.

However, what Fan Chen was curious about was the baby-faced girl next to him.

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