Hua Wenxiang sat down again, and then tried to stabilize (qíng) Xu, in case an impulse killed the middle-aged man in front of him.

After a while, the middle-aged man was still short of breath and panicked, and he didn't come out of the huge shock at all.

Hua Wenxiang said impatiently: "If you don't want to say forget it, I'll ask someone else??"

When he said this, the young man suddenly exuded a terrifying murderous aura.

The middle-aged boss hurriedly said: "The little one said, the little one said." ”

He has a bad heart, today (rì) is considered to be in trouble, how could that fool surnamed Zhang bring such a ruthless character to the black market! It seems that today (rì) is bound to alarm the above.

Hua Wenxiang picked up the three Loucang jade on the table, easily broke the blood and soul qi in it, and turned it into his own use, he put all the large and small objects on the ground into the Loucang jade, and asked the middle-aged boss to get back the seven hundred and seventy taels of silver tickets.

In this regard, the middle-aged man did not dare to say a word of complaint. Hua Wenxiang put too much pressure on him, as if if he said one more word, he would be killed by the other party immediately.

The middle-aged man guessed that Hua Wenxiang, even if he was not from the government, should be a person who hated the trade of powerful beasts, after all, there are many people today who advocate the peaceful coexistence of the human race and the beast race, and if someone dares to disobey the treaty of peaceful coexistence, these people should be unwilling.

The middle-aged boss shirked his responsibility and said: "The little one is just taking money to do things, and he has never done anything to hunt the beast clan, and the seniors also know that the little talent is cultivated in the orange realm, and he can't get involved in the hunting of the beast clan at all."

Speaking of which, the intermediary began a battle between heaven and man, hesitating.

Hua Wenxiang took a sip of tea, "Just talking nonsense, not talking about business?"

The middle-aged man immediately poured beans into a bamboo tube and said, "The small one is from the Lanhe Sect, and this shop is also opened by my sect??" Ninety percent of the entire black market belongs to the Lanhe Sect. The black market has only been open for less than a year, during which there are fierce beasts to be traded, but there are absolutely very few, and it is said that it is a fierce beast trade, in fact, many times we are hunting fierce beasts, and it will not hurt the beasts. ”

Hua Wenxiang suddenly realized, no wonder the Lanhe Sect has grown so fast in recent years, it turns out that it is supported by this black market. The entire black market is bought and sold for huge profits, and although it is not enough to support the development of a sect, it is definitely a lot of financial resources, and since the Lanhe Sect dares to open a black market, there must be other unsightly things behind the scenes (qíng).

The middle-aged man asked in a low voice, "The senior is not from the government, why do you want to investigate the sale of powerful beasts?"

Hua Wenxiang ignored the middle-aged man's question, and asked rhetorically: "There should be spectators in the black market, what is the specific realm, and how many people are there?"

The middle-aged man suddenly saw a glimmer of hope, and replied directly: "There are three people, one in the Battle Blue Realm and two in the Martial Green Realm. ”

As long as these three spectators can be called, then no matter how powerful the person in front of him is, he will not be able to escape, but the middle-aged man is now unable to protect himself, and it is impossible for him to escape to ventilate and report the news, he is sure that if he escapes, the person in front of him will definitely beat him to death with one punch.

The middle-aged man was thinking about how to send a message to the three watchers, if the person in front of him escaped, then the matter (qíng) would be big, and this kind of person who opposed the trade of powerful beasts only needed to gather some green forest heroes outside, then it would not be something that the three watchers could withstand.

Hua Wenxiang came to the middle-aged man (shēn), who only felt that the ghosts and gods had descended, and he was completely unable to move.

The young man put his hand on the head of the middle-aged man, who was rapidly losing his cultivation to shēn.

The middle-aged boss looked desperate, but he just couldn't move the slightest, and could only watch as one (shēn) hard-won cultivation went down the drain.

一 (shēn) cultivation was completely dispersed, and the middle-aged man was completely reduced to an ordinary person, who was originally just snow-white temples, but instantly became a gray-haired old man.

The "middle-aged man" had resentment in his eyes, and Hua Wenxiang's desperate heart, but in the end, he still couldn't pass the (shēn) death level, so he had to collapse on the ground and cry weakly.

The young man left the shop.

"Everyone, if you don't want to lose your life in vain, get out of here quickly, I only give a pillar of incense time, and after a stick of incense, this black market will disappear forever. ”

The sound of the blood soul of the warm fragrance of the flower spread throughout the black market.

After hearing this, the "middle-aged man" in the store completely realized that he was in big trouble!

At the very least, the Blood Soul Transmission must be comprehended by fighting the Blue Realm, looking at the invincible temperament of the other party, I wonder if the three spectators can win if they join forces? ? When I mentioned just now that the black market watcher was a battle blue realm, two martial green realm monks, this young man didn't seem to be flustered??

Everyone in the black market heard this domineering sentence, but not many people believed it, and most of them continued to do what they were doing, anyway, there were three spectators in everything.

Blood Soul Transmission?Our black market spectators will too, what's the fuss.

Although some timid people continue to do the work at hand, but after a while, they still feel that more is better than less, and the other party can transmit the sound of blood souls, indicating that they are also the great monks of the Battle Blue Realm, and if they are really going to fight for a while, they will definitely affect the surroundings, if they are unlucky and are injured by mistake, who to reason with.

Some people began to leave the black market one after another, and most of these people who left were ridiculed by the people next to them, saying that they were timid and afraid of things.

The three black market watchers quickly found Hua Wenxiang, and one of the watchmen in the Battle Blue Realm was full of white hair, an old man, and he asked another younger watcher to quickly report the matter to Lan Hejiao.

Hua Wenxiang sneered, I didn't expect the old thing to be cautious, these three wastes, if they didn't deliberately exude their breath, it is estimated that they would not be able to find this place now.

Hua Wenxiang sat at the door of the original shop, and at this time, the "middle-aged man" in the shop also walked out, and he said with tears streaming down his face: "Steward Sun, you have to be the master for me, this person abolished my one (shēn) cultivation and ransacked my shop." ”

Hua Wenxiang glanced at the "middle-aged man" coldly, as if to remind him not to be cheap.

The "middle-aged man" immediately fell silent.

Steward Sun was extremely shocked when he saw Hua Wenxiang, the other party was far younger than he imagined, and said politely: "I don't know why Xiaoyou said that kind of thing just now? Is this shop offending you? Or is it that someone here has offended you? Everyone is from the rivers and lakes, if you have something to say, don't hurt the harmony." ”

Hua Wenxiang said coldly: "There is no room for maneuver in this matter, if you want to live, get out of here quickly." Don't blame me for not reminding you, there's only half a pillar of incense left. ”

The young man had a tough attitude, and he persuaded the two spectators to leave here quickly, but in fact, he didn't want to let them go, and the people who could reach this realm must also be people at the level of the Lan He Sect, and these people must have done a lot of things in recent years that have lost their conscience.

Moreover, Hua Wenxiang also concluded that the two spectators would not leave, otherwise the Lanhe Sect leader would be held accountable afterwards, and they would not be able to bear the responsibility.

Steward Sun saw that Hua Wenxiang was such an aggressive (bī) person, and he was used to doing black things, so he also felt that there was no room for maneuver in this matter.

This man must die here!

It's just that Steward Sun knows that the other party is a monk with a high realm, and once a fight starts in a while, it will definitely affect the black market, in that case, the loss will be too serious.

Steward Sun couldn't care so much, gritted his teeth, and took out a heaven and earth talisman that had been treasured for many years.

The talisman was activated, and the two stewards and Hua Wenxiang came to a small world together.

The three of them were in a vast meadow, confronting each other.

The breeze blows the lawn and sways your waist, and the scenery in the distance comes into view, which is refreshing.

It's just that the present (qíng) scene is different and dignified.

The spectators of Wu Lujing were shocked, he really couldn't imagine that the senior Sun next to him had such a thick family background.

A heaven and earth talisman is enough to be comparable to a general quality of fluorite, as long as the damage is not serious, this talisman can be used many times, it is definitely the top grade in the talisman.

Hua Wenxiang didn't ink either, because after leveling the two people in front of him, there were more tricky things (qíng) waiting for him to do.

This time, the young man was resolute, he wanted to kill all the people who deserved to die, in order to pay tribute to the innocent beasts who died.

At the same time, the two spectators (shēn) wrapped their blood and soul qi to meet Hua Wenxiang, and both of them used swords.

"Click!"

The sword (shēn) slashed at the delicate iron skin of the flower with a crisp sound.

The young man's double pupils give birth to flowers, and (shēn) is entangled in dazzling danqingqi.

A boulder fell in the hearts of the two spectators at the same time, but before they could react, the long sword in their hands was broken by Hua Wenxiang with their bare hands, and then the two of them each took a blow of punch, like a kite with a broken string flying into the distance.

The spectators of Wu Lujing died on the spot, and Steward Sun only felt that his spirit trembled, and he was crippled if he was not dead.

The strength of this punch was too great, so big that a Zhan Lan Realm couldn't withstand the second punch at all, but Hua Wenxiang quickly caught up with Steward Sun and gave a second punch that was not inferior to the first punch.

"Bang!"

拳至 (ròu) (shēn), Sun Steward, who had not yet landed on the ground, was smashed into the ground by Hua Wenxiang's punch, because it was surrounded by turquoise meadows, so it did not raise much dust, but the pit was huge, the size of a house.

Sun Guan Shi's liver and gallbladder (yù) cracked, and Zhou's blue qi disappeared with the wind.

Hua Wenxiang makes the third punch!

"Bang!"

The pit was deep and deep, the dust was flying, and the blood of Sun Guan Shi (ròu) was blurred, and he died tragically on the spot.

One is in the Martial Green Realm, the other is in the Battle Blue Realm, and each of them has a sword, and then they have no power to fight back until they die.

Steward Sun died, and the small world dissipated on its own.

A man and two corpses appeared in front of the "middle-aged man", and then there was a talisman floating in the air, shaking (yù) and falling.

Hua Wenxiang picked up the talisman and put it into the Loucang jade, although he now has Qianlong in his sleeve, but he is not skilled in using it, and he still likes to put things into the Loucang jade in Ping (rì).

From the time the three of them entered the small world to the time they came out, there were only a dozen respites during the period.

The "middle-aged man" looked at the two corpses on the ground, one of them was recognized, and the other was actually recognizable by the blurred blood (ròu), but the "middle-aged man" really couldn't imagine that the high-ranking steward Sun in Ping (rì) was so vulnerable in front of the young man.

The "middle-aged man" looked at the calm face of Hua Wenxiang, trembling like a ghost, and he fled desperately with old steps.

"Run??"

The hoarse shouts prompted many to hear them.

(End of chapter)

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