Six hundred miles north of Tianshui City, there is a vast sea of sand.

The moonlight shines like water, shining on the delicate gravel, reflecting a cold clear light.

In this desert that is inaccessible, at this moment it is full of bonfires, loud voices, heavy figures, and the smell of wine, so lively.

If some locals saw this scene, they would have been frightened long ago, just because the situation in front of them was really subversive.

In this desert where people are inaccessible and desperately short of water, not to mention humans, even those drought-tolerant desert plants are extremely scarce, but this market is no different from the ordinary bazaar, and it is difficult not to make people think of it, either a mirage, or the legendary ghost market.

However, this unreasonable bazaar does not belong to the above two categories, just because the owner of this bazaar is called Wan Yingge, a very famous multinational trading house in the world of martial artists, with a strong enough background and a very open business, all over the country, and immeasurable wealth.

It is precisely because the market here is opened by Wanying Pavilion that everything makes sense, because at this moment, the people who drink and have fun in this market are all martial artists who cannot be reached by ordinary people.

It is precisely because this market is a market for the martial artists that everything that goes against common sense can be justified. For ordinary people, the arid and lonely desert is just a little bit of a struggle for the already otherworldly martial artists.

This hassle is nothing compared to the wealth to come.

It was on this lively night that two men and two women walked into the bazaar, the first one was dressed in a royal blue robe, black hair like ink, his face was as sharp and angular as a knife and an axe, revealing a masculine and strong air, and behind him were two young girls dressed as maids, one of whom was no more than twelve or thirteen years old, with a round face and a very cute face.

Walking behind the three of them was a short and sturdy man in a black robe with a beard and a knot of muscles like rocks holding his robe tightly on his body, his face was full of flesh, but he honestly followed the young man as a guard, his eyes were fierce, and he watched vigilantly at any stranger who approached the young man.

Needless to say, this group of people is Zhao Han and his party.

After leaving from the Xingbo Grassland, they didn't stop, and finally arrived here after six hours, Wan Yingge was set up in a stronghold in the wild at the joint request of several sects in the state, and more than thirty miles away next to it was the ruins of the Exquisite Ancient City, which was also the location where the Exquisite Secret Realm that would open in two days would appear.

As for the final outcome of the nearly 200,000 hook silk people on the Xingbo grassland, originally according to Zhao Han's plan, it was to eliminate the evil and cut the grass and eradicate the roots, but the two soft-minded women who were followed by Qingya Qingyu had been buzzing like flies to persuade and persuade, Zhao Han was so annoyed that he handed over the remaining less than 80,000 women, children, old and weak to the second daughter to deal with.

However, those hookers who finally ordered the old and weak women and children to be cut off were young and strong, Zhao Han did not give the second daughter the slightest face, and directly fed the insects in front of them, it was really these miscellaneous pieces that were too bad, no different from birds and beasts, or it was also a waste of food to pollute the air, so it was better to simply eliminate it directly.

At this point, Zhao Han didn't care about the second daughter possessed by the Holy Mother at all, as soon as his thoughts turned, the blood light spread and pounced, and hundreds of hook silk people died on the spot, and the essence of his body was devoured by the blood shadow Gu, and in the end, only the thin as paper, and the hideous human skin was plastered all over the grassland.

As for the impact of being discovered in the future, how many people will be frightened, and how many ghost stories will be made up, it is not for Zhao Han to consider, not to mention, in order to keep a low profile, he finally carried out the finishing work, in short, it will not make people see anything abnormal.

Moreover, after Zhao Han and his party entered the stronghold specially opened by Wanying Pavilion for the Exquisite Secret Realm, the bustle that greeted him was still slightly surprised, looking at it, this bazaar covers an area of nearly 1,000 acres, in addition to the units that are not much different from ordinary bazaars such as restaurants, inns, post stations, etc., they also specially opened a fang market to provide a trading place for the martial artists who live here.

"Oh, is there a small auction house over there?"

Zhao Han's eyes swept over the market, his divine sense spread, and he found that the strength of the martial artists who set up the stall was relatively low, probably that is, Lingyun was really the same, and most of the items placed in the stall were defective, even if some seemed to be antiquities, with flashes of spiritual light, but in Zhao Han's eyes, they were just clumsy fakes.

"Looks like I'm not going to miss my life. ”

After a while, Zhao Han retracted his senses, with a little depressed look on his face, it seemed that he had read a novel in his previous life, but whenever the protagonist passed by the stall, he could always find good things from a pile of waste, either a golden finger, or some powerful inheritance, or an important clue of something, how could it be his turn but nothing, all rubbish?

"Am I not the protagonist? Or am I the kind of protagonist with super low luck?"

Zhao Han couldn't help but complain, and then walked towards the small auction in the bazaar with the elegant Qingyu and the black whirlwind.

It is said that it is an auction house, but in fact, it is a relatively large tent, covering an area of dozens of acres, luxurious atmosphere, just from the spiritual light of the tent, the materials of this tent are at least the real level, and even some key components are made of Baodan-level precious materials.

Just the materials that make and this tent can easily block the attack of the warriors below Bao Dan, and this is not counting the bonuses of the complex and powerful talismans engraved in the tent, if you count the power of the talismans engraved on the tent, even the ordinary Bao Dan will not be able to break this tent with the strength of the milk.

Such a strong protection is just a unit in a station that Wan Ying Pavilion is sent out at will, and Wan Ying Pavilion's wealth and profound heritage can be seen.

Leading Qingyu and the three of them into the tent, Zhao Han felt a spiritual pressure coming from the top of the tent, majestic, like a big mountain pressing on the top of his head, making people dare not act rashly.

"In this tent, there is a life martial artist of the Origin Spirit Realm. Zhao Han roughly judged the strength of the other party as soon as he felt it, and he didn't see any movement from him, the whole person was like a willow swaying in the wind, and he was actually moving and shook his body indirectly and skillfully got rid of this overwhelming spiritual pressure.

"Don't make trouble, keep it low-key, let's keep the things we don't need at hand and leave them later, I guess I don't want anything here." ”

At this moment, Zhao Han noticed the abnormality behind him, he hurriedly turned around, waved his hand at the second daughter of Qingya Qingyu who flashed with resentment in his eyes, took a step back, grabbed the second daughter one by one, and said with a smile: "Bear with me for the time being, everything will be said when the matter is over." ”

"You two don't deliberately make trouble, otherwise, I will punish you severely. ”