The so-called lunch market is a special market on a small street that takes only one hour from the opening to the end of the market.

The side streets are lined with shops of bottom merchants, and unlike other material markets, the shops here are aimed at the common people, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

As soon as you enter this small street called Xiaowen Lane, you will be greeted by a strong atmosphere of life. Shopkeepers take a break on the lounge chairs in front of the house or visit their neighbors' houses. What is discussed is also a trivial matter of life.

It seemed that a few steps away, the people who were squatting on the ground and spreading out a new or old felt cloth in front of them were not in the same time and space as them at all.

The fireworks are in great contrast with those masters who squat on the street and set up stalls. Those people, one by one, wore masks, their eyes were gloomy, and there was an indescribable coldness on their bodies, as if they had come from hell.

And they don't sell, silently waiting for customers to come to the door. The presence of this group of people has divided the small street into two completely different spaces.

Lin Feng later learned why the lunch market was chosen here and at this time.

The afternoon sun is abundant, and the side streets are full of smoke and fire, and those who choose to trade at lunch can think of them as a hedge against the yin energy on the goods, all of which have been excavated from ancient tombs.

Tianzhou is vast and rich, and throughout the ages, I don't know how many masters have lived and cultivated here, and then they have fallen silently somewhere.

When they die, most of them take their life's accumulated choices to their graves. As a result, a major profession in later generations was born - tomb robbers.

People despise tomb robbers, and to some extent they can't do without them, so there is a custom of lunch market.

Lin Feng wandered around the lunch market, bowing his head and searching for what he needed on the stalls on both sides.

However, it always seems to be long overdue to the desired thing, and most of the time, it is dodgy and refuses to show up.

Lin Feng walked around for half an hour, and saw that the lunch market was about to end—the lunch market had been open for a while before he came, and he still didn't find anything.

Suddenly, he heard a low roar, like a beast, indignant and suppressed, sounding like gritted teeth and roaring.

The whole street suddenly boiled over with this low roar. Many business owners hurriedly hid in the shops and watched through the cracks in the doors and windows. Civilians are eager and afraid of the life of warriors.

And those who set up stalls in the lunch market looked at it casually, and they didn't pay much attention.

Lin Feng looked for prestige, and just a dozen stalls away from him, there was a teenager-like person standing in the middle of the street.

The boy was about his age, but he had short silver hair. The stronger his strength, the more Lin Feng found that he couldn't see through a person's appearance.

The boy, let's call it a boy, wore a gray sleeveless shirt and gray trousers, with his legs rolled up to his knees. He was barefoot, his fists clenched, his back slightly hunched and his legs kicked, facing Lin Feng sideways, facing a stall owner.

Although he couldn't see his eyes, Lin Feng could feel the anger that rushed to the sky. He was not tall, about half a head shorter than Lin Feng, but he was very stocky and strong, his muscles were like a coiled python, and his muscles were bulging.

The person the young man faced was wearing a black robe, and the whole person was shrunk in the robe, like a monster in the shadows.

"Get out!" That's humane.

The boy roared: "Give me back the things!" ”

"What's that? Where is your stuff here? The black-robed man sneered, "I'll say it again, get out!" ”

"Roar!"

The young man roared, his feet slammed, and the whole person jumped in the air, his legs were like flywheels, and he was like a tiger, and with a sharp aura, he smashed down on the top of the black-robed man's head.

Jumping up, falling, every move is as fast as thunder and lightning. Although the strength of the young man was only about the first order of the acquired realm, even Lin Feng did not dare to face it head-on with his move-the fierce foot power drew a black trajectory in the air, and the space seemed to be shaking.

The extra vacuum, which is plain and unprovoked, expells the air, layers upon layers, and spreads outward like ripples. Most of the people around him are in the first or second order, and there are also stronger ones. But everyone, at that moment, felt their ears ringing.

"What a lot of control!" Lin Feng was shocked, the young man's control of his own strength was almost perfect, and there was no waste at all.

Warrior battles, no matter how strong the strength is, how high the realm, there is always an overuse of strength, that is, a waste.

In the process of cultivation, Lin Feng had already realized this problem and deliberately corrected it. In every previous battle, he had also paid attention to his opponents, including powerhouses of the level of the Immortal Master, all of whom were wasted without exception.

And the young man in front of him is like an airtight container, able to control all his power within a range. His opponent is precisely in this range.

Lin Feng instantly became extremely interested and watched from afar.

Bang!

The attacker was at first very disdainful, until he noticed that the young man was menacing, so he put his hands together and took the kick hard.

The two unmatched spiritual pressures collided violently, and the fists and feet were combined, and they burst into flames like steel friction. The aura splashed, and the powerful power fluctuated, directly cutting the ground into a deep pit. The people who set up stalls nearby have harnessed their spiritual power to avoid interference.

Pity those ordinary merchants, although the young man can restrain himself, but the stall owner who was attacked by him allowed the spiritual pressure to pervade.

Thundered!

The houses behind him were like saplings in a storm, crumbling.

Lin Feng looked at it and felt very surprised: "Such a powerful spiritual pressure can't even crush this house, it seems that Tianzhou City is indeed exquisitely designed." ”

Thinking that the Seven Peerless Gates looked like an unfinished vessel from a distance, and then looked at the house in the afternoon market so strong, Lin Feng felt more and more that the alchemy technique was as deep as the sea, and he was just a little shrimp swimming on the beach.

The young man's strength was far inferior to that of the stall owner, and the black-robed stall owner's arms sank and flew him with a bang.

The young man's body was like a kite with a broken string, and he tumbled a few times in the air, and fell in the middle of the street a few feet away with a bang.

The stall owner got up and looked at him coldly: "Boy, I will definitely not disturb you this time!" ”

He had the peak strength of the mid-second order, and it couldn't be easier to kill the teenager. This was another point that surprised Lin Feng, who would be stupid enough to take the initiative to provoke an opponent who was completely impossible to defeat?

In the blow just now, although the man in black was passively counterattacking, his strength was strong, and the young man must have been injured a lot.

But what surprised Lin Feng even more happened, the young man who fell in the distance bounced up with a bang, like a flying missile.

He landed quickly, kicked his feet violently, spread his arms and bowed towards the man again, shouting as he went: "Give me back the things!" ”

He happened to come opposite Lin Feng, and Lin Feng saw that the young man's eyes were blood-red and full of anger. He was like an enraged young beast, without the slightest scruples.

Rabbit, even trying to shred the cheetah.

(End of chapter)