In the afternoon, Hu Jian walked in and out of the Fang Market of the Salt Gang, and almost every shop on several streets went in to take a look, as if he was wandering, and his face was full of surprise at the prosperity of Citygate.

An hour and a half later, Hu Jian seemed to be tired of shopping, walked into a teahouse in a corner of Fang City, ordered a pot of tea and sat down in a hidden corner by the window.

In the time of one and a half hours, Hu Jian sold all the beast blood pills in his hands plus the elephant horns of mammoth stone elephants, rubber bands and other demon beast materials through a number of stores, and more than 1,000 spirit blood coins were also exchanged for 2 star orchid grass plus a divine talisman, the divine talisman is a mortal talisman, even if it can be used without spiritual power, and the magic talisman is several times more expensive, and only the spiritual power of a qi practitioner can be used.

Hu Jian knew that the two Star Orchid Grass would definitely not be able to break through the mid-term bottleneck, but it was good to loosen the bottleneck, and before the trip to the Beast Forest, he would try his best to improve his strength, that is, the Star Orchid Grass looked obviously much inferior, and the cost of 250 Spirit Blood Coins made Hu Jian's heart ache, and now his bag was empty except for some silver tickets, and the Beast Blood Pill left by Zhang Guang was not a single left.

Hu Jian took a sip of the tea in the cup, his eyes closed slightly, as if he admired the taste of the tea, smelled the fragrance in the teacup, and showed an intoxicated look on his face.

The teahouse is located in the easternmost part of the city, there are not many people, the area is not large, the teahouse has more than 20 somewhat shabby tables, and there are five or six tables sitting in the sparse Lala, which is obviously an ordinary merchant and a general guest.

On the opposite side of the teahouse, two stone lions of nearly 5 meters are holding stone beads the size of a human head in their mouths, which are extremely powerful, and on the 2-meter stone steps five meters behind the stone lion, there is a red lacquer gate nearly 10 meters wide, and there are two samurai wearing black clothes and holding broad-handled broadswords at the gate, both of whom are nearly 2 meters tall, plus a black dress, which looks very imposing.

Hu Jian sat in the teahouse for a long time, and added a pot of tea in the middle, his face gradually showed an anxious look, as if he was waiting for someone, and people asked Xiao Er what time it was every half an hour, and then he seemed to be tired of waiting, and fell asleep on the table, with a slight snoring sound in his mouth.

On the red lacquered gate on the opposite side hung two lion-like knockers, and the open door had people coming in and out from time to time, all of them were body refiners with surging blood, and there were hundreds of people coming in and out in an afternoon, all of them looked like they were in a hurry.

After another hour, the sun had completely disappeared under the western wall, the sky gradually darkened, the red gold lanterns hanging on the street were lit early, under the bright candlelight, the crowded streets added a little more life, and looked more lively...

At the gate of the Salt Gang, the two janitors who had been standing all afternoon had more and more listless faces, and their eyes began to slowly become anxious, and people looked at the corner of the street from time to time, as if they were waiting for someone to change shifts.

A quarter of an hour later, two equally tall men slowly walked over from the corner of the street, and the two new men took the big knife in their hands and stood in front of the two people's doors, while the original two people were happy, left from the gate, and walked towards the lively Fang City.

Hu Jian, who was lying on the table in the corner, flashed a gleam in his eyes buried in his sleeves, and the descendant seemed to have just woken up, rubbed his eyes, poured a cup of tea into the black pottery teacup in front of him, took a sip, stood up, his face was a little ugly, and he seemed to be waiting for the person who was waiting for him, and was ready to leave in frustration.

And the man who was originally standing at the door on the right side with a cyan birthmark on his forehead suddenly turned around, pursed his somewhat chapped lips, and turned his head towards the teahouse, while the two people at the door of the Salt Gang looked disdainful, as if they understood what this birthmark man was going to do.

In the teahouse, Xiao Er, a broad-faced young man who was about to come over to clean up the table, saw Hu Jian standing up and stretched his waist at this time, and sat back again, with a trace of embarrassment on his face, and quickly turned around, as if he was afraid that Hu Jian would find out.

"Xiao Chunzi, bring a pot of tea to Uncle!" The birthmark man walked into the teahouse, sat at a table in the center of Hu Jian's oblique side, and yelled at Xiao Er.

Xiao Chunzi didn't seem to hear it, and wiped the mahogany table on the counter by herself, while the shopkeeper in his fifties on the side shrank his pupils and hurriedly walked out...

"Yo, Master Han, are you still here today?" said the shopkeeper with a smile on his face.

"Nonsense, the thirsty Lao Tzu's throat is smoking, hurry up and serve tea, don't ink. The birthmark man didn't buy it at all, and looked very anxious.

"Okay, Master Han. The shopkeeper replied, his tone was enthusiastic, but there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

Xiao Chunzi's eyes forgot coldly, he was a distant relative of the shopkeeper, he hated the person in front of him, and this birthmark man was named Han Qiao, a senior samurai, five years ago to Citygate to practice physical arts, at that time, Han Qiao was ambitious, determined to work hard to kill demons and cultivate, and become a strong man admired by thousands of people.

But when Han Qiao entered the beast shower for the first time, he was unlucky, and he actually ran into a third-level mid-level Violent Tiger Beast on the outermost periphery, and the captain of the intermediate level of the military generals directly didn't resist a few moves, and was slapped away by the Violent Tiger Beast with one claw, biting off his throat, and whimpering for his life.

Several people in the team were also attacked by the Violent Tiger Beast, all of them were attacked by the Violent Tiger Beast, and they were seriously injured, and what was even worse was that some of the seriously injured people were still watching their bodies slowly being eaten by the demon beasts.

And when Han Qiao saw this, it can be said that he was frightened, and it was directly a stream of feces and urine, and the strange thing about the Violent Tiger Beast was that it actually bypassed Han Qiao and didn't eat him in the end, and I don't know if the Violent Tiger Beast was full or disgusted, anyway, he picked up a life.

After that, Han Qiao was frightened and never dared to go to the beast forest again, but he looked mighty, and it was an errand for him to take the initiative to guard the door in the Salt Gang, so he stayed at the door of the Salt Gang for more than 4 years, but all the money he earned was used to spend all his time drinking, and in the past 5 years, his cultivation has barely advanced, and he is still at the top of the samurai level as a few years ago.

Han Qiao is very miserable in the gang, he has no background, he has no strength, he relies on a kind and extreme face, and he has the title of a leper dog in the salt gang, the reason is naturally that others have only been guarding the door for two or three months, and he has been guarding for more than 4 years, and he is reluctant to change the guard.

The people in the Salt Gang all despised him, and even made sarcastic remarks, Han Qiao was not less looked down upon and tongue-in-cheek. And he greets each other with a smile, daring to be angry but not daring to speak, over time, Han Qiao, who is psychologically depressed and distorted, likes to go to teahouses, restaurants, and brothels to enjoy the general feeling of an uncle, and often bullies the weak to find pleasure, and the teahouse opposite the Salt Gang is one of the places where he suffers, because Xiao Chunzi's uncle has no backer.

Han Qiao took a sip of tea, with a beautiful look on his face, quenching his thirst, he began to look around, skimming over the guests present, and after a while, his eyes were fixed on Hu Jian's figure sitting in the corner.

"Damn, ugly ghost, you do it from a different angle, Uncle can't drink your tea anymore, it's really unlucky!" Han Qiao obviously aimed at Hu Jian, who looked a little thin at the high-ranking warrior, and looked at Hu Jian's side face full of scars, and said with a look of disgust.

Everyone in the store was startled by his voice, and they were directly stunned, looking at Han Qiao with a look of surprise, while Xiao Chunzi also frowned deeply, her face was pale, and her eyes were full of anger when she looked at Han Qiao.

"Master Han, come and sit here, here by the window, the air is good, come on. The shopkeeper in his fifties wearing a robe hurriedly walked over when he heard this, pointed to the fifth window table in front of Hu Jianjian, and said in a round way.

"Lao Yu, what do you mean, why do you want me to change seats, I stood for a day and wanted to drink two sips of tea, get comfortable, happy and happy, this ugly ghost is sitting here, with a scar face like a centipede, disgusting to death, where the do I still have the mood to drink tea." Han Qiao directly said that the teacup was smashed on the table and shouted loudly.

The shopkeeper's face was ugly when he heard this, but he still persuaded with a fake smile, that is, laughing was more ugly than crying...

The people in the teahouse frowned when they saw Han Qiao's salt gang's clothes, where did Han Qiao come to drink tea, he was simply here to blackmail, and everyone hurriedly checked out and walked out of the teahouse, looking like they were afraid of trouble.

Hu Jian glanced at Han Qiao lightly, his face was expressionless, he dropped a few broken pieces of silver on the table, and also turned around and walked out of the teahouse.

"It's so ugly and disgusting. Han Qiao watched Hu Jian walk out of the teahouse, becoming even more unscrupulous, and continued to sneer.

"Master Han, I have a small business, there are old and young, how can I still do business like this?"

"The surname is Han, are you a man, you always come to our teahouse to blackmail, you have the ability to go to the beast forest to play prestige!" Xiao Chunzi's face was flushed with anger, and he shouted at Han Qiao.

"I'll take care of your business, what do you mean, you have to say that, I'll come every day from now on." Han Qiao's face was furious when he heard this, he hated others to mention this the most, and slapped it directly on the table.

Shopkeeper Yu was shocked, and hurriedly pushed Xiao Chunzi away, took out a silver ticket of two hundred taels from his waist, handed it to Han Qiao, and repeatedly made a compensation.

"Master Han, I beg you, don't come again, you take the money, even if the little old man invites you, you go to Bichun Pavilion, it's much better than my little broken place, if you come again, my teahouse really won't be able to open." Shopkeeper Yu's tone was full of helpless pleading.

"Uncle...," Haruko hurriedly shouted.

Seeing this, a hint of joy flashed in Han Qiao's eyes, he took the silver ticket, glared at Xiao Chunzi, directly picked up the teapot, and after taking a few sips of the teapot cow, he directly threw the teapot to the ground.

"Hmph, it's okay to just do this, it's still delayed for so long. With that, Han Qiao walked out of the teahouse.

"Uncle, this scoundrel is like this, if you give him silver, he will still come. Xiao Chunzi frowned and said to Shopkeeper Yu.

Alas... What else would I do..."