First, there are many useful news in the black market.

The battle between the ancient tribe of Zhenzhu and the undead blood tribe will surely alarm the entire Yuan Mansion and even Tiantai Prefecture. At that time, various news will definitely spread in the black market.

Therefore, even if Zhang Ruochen does not go to the Tomb of the Sword of the Patriarch, he can still know some things he wants to know.

Secondly, Zhang Ruochen went to the black market and wanted to buy a higher-level holy Yuan Dan to prepare for breaking through to the third-level half-saint.

Only when the higher his cultivation level is, he can he gain greater initiative. Otherwise, he will always be very passive in front of the court and the Immortal Vampire.

Once you break through to the third-level half-saint, Zhang Ruochen can deal with it calmly even if he encounters a higher-level half-saint, so he will not be exhausted from escaping.

After five days of traveling, Zhang Ruochen, Da Sikong and Er Sikong finally crossed the vast territory and arrived at the Yuan Dynasty's prefecture.

When you are on your way during the day, Zhang Ruochen will enter the world of scrolls to practice, refine divine blood, and strive to improve his cultivation.

Now, he has completely consolidated the realm of a second-level semi-saint and has made some progress.

At the same time, the Nine Life Sword Technique, the True One Thunder Fire Sword Technique, and the eight-change scales, he was also steadily improving.

The 36 prefectures in Tiantai Prefecture are enough to rank among the top ten, so they are naturally extremely prosperous places with a long history, magnificent atmosphere, and many scenic spots and historical sites.

There were bustling traffic on the streets, people coming and going. There were gorgeous frames, which were pulled by snow-white beasts and rushed past the middle of the street. There were also some rather ferocious monks who were walking together with warriors on their backs, as if they had just returned from a dangerous place, bringing back a lot of ore and elixirs.

Both Da Sikong and Er Sikong entered the city for the first time, and everything seemed particularly novel. Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen watched them and did not cause unnecessary trouble.

Before entering the black market, Zhang Ruochen used the thirty-six changes in appearance, changing his appearance and becoming Lin Yue.

Because of the vigorous publicity of the Ministry of War, the wanted album spread throughout the Yuan Dynasty, so Zhang Ruochen's appearance has long been well-known.

In the Central Region, few people have seen Lin Yue’s appearance.

If it weren't for absolutely no choice, Zhang Ruochen wouldn't want to change his appearance at all, he just wanted to live upright and openly.

However, for ordinary people, a very simple thing is too difficult for them, and everything is so involuntary.

Compared with the prosperity and hustle and bustle of the city, there is a bit more gloomy in the black market, giving people a feeling of murderous intent everywhere.

There are also many pedestrians on the street. Most of these people have certain strength and are carrying warriors on their backs. Some of them are even covered in blood. Obviously, they are not good people.

"Crazy!"

At this moment, there was a sound of dragging the chain and a faint crying sound.

Behind the street, two rows of evil monks wearing blood robes escorted nearly a hundred slaves and walked into the black market. The slaves were dressed in gorgeous clothes, wearing silk and brocade, and were obviously not poor people.

Among them, young and beautiful women account for 70%. The remaining 30% are all strong men with cultivation reaching the extreme level or above. The highest cultivation is one person, and even reaching the fish and dragon realm.

This is a group of high-level slaves, each of which can be sent to the auction house and sold at an extremely high price.

There are various goods in the black market, and "slaves" is a very important one.

Slaves are also divided into many types, such as: coolie, poor slave, war slave, female slave.

Among them, the price of war slaves is the highest. War slaves with cultivation in the Yulong realm can be sold at an astonishing price no matter where they are.

In addition, the beautiful female slave is also a playboy from the big family and a toy that he loves for ten minutes.

It is not surprising to see groups of slaves when we come to the black market.

"I am an inner disciple of Xuanjing Sect. How dare you arrest me in the evil people of the Blood Dragon Palace? The elders of the sect will definitely not let you go."

A young man said in the crowd of slaves.

"Bang!"

Next to him, among the monks in the Blood Dragon Palace, a scared man with two meters height rode on the back of a barbarian elephant and waved a whip burning with flames in his hand, hitting the disciple of the Xuan Realm Sect in his face, slamming his left half of his face into a bloody and bloody face.

The disciple of the Xuan Realm Sect hugged his face and kept wailing, looking extremely painful.

The rest of the slaves were all trembling, showing a look of fear.

The scar man sneered: "The Xuan Realm Sect colluded with the Immortal Blood Clan and had already destroyed the sect. Your elders probably have become dead people. I still want to wait for a group of dead people to stand up for you? Haha!"

A pretty beautiful woman immediately retorted: "The Xuan Realm Sect cannot collude with the Immortal Blood Clan, absolutely impossible. Your Blood Dragon Palace and the Zhu Sheng clan are truly colluding with each other, specifically framing various major families and sects, and plundering cultivation resources..."

"Bang!"

The scar man whipped out with another whip and hit the woman on the back, making her crouch on the ground and tremble constantly.

"If it weren't for how good you were, you could sell it for a good price. The whip just now could split your body into two pieces." said the scared man.

Not far away, Er Sikong asked: "Uncle Master, what's going on? Why do those people bully the weak?"

On the way, Zhang Ruochen explained to Da Sikong and Er Sikong why he was proficient in the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, and also told them some things about the Golden Dragon.

Er Sikong stubbornly believed that Zhang Ruochen was the descendant of the Golden Dragon and belonged to the same generation as Master Indra, so he had to call Zhang Ruochen the uncle.

Zhang Ruochen stared at the group of monks wearing blood robes, not wanting to cause trouble, but simply explained: "This is the black market, the strong prey on the weak, there is no reason to say."

"I will go and reason with them."

Er Sikong obviously disliked him very much and walked towards the middle of the street.

Er Sikong's cultivation was extremely high, and his steps were quite mysterious and could shrink into an inch. When Zhang Ruochen stopped him, he was already standing in front of the scared man.

Er Sikong clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha!"

The scarred man sat on the back of a wild beast. When he saw the monk in the civil-clothed clothes standing in front of him, he felt a little unlucky and laughed: "What's wrong today? I actually saw the monk in the black market."

"Donor, you should understand the principle of equality of all beings. I think you should let them be free and should not treat them like this." Er Sikong's expression was quite dull and he said seriously.

The scar man was a little stunned at first, then reacted, his eyes became quite cold, and he shouted: "Monk, are you here to find trouble?"

"I think he is here to die."

Another monk from the Blood Dragon Palace lifted a black dragon-headed spear, jumped up from the back of the beast, stabbed it out with a shot, and hit Er Sikong's heart.

Er Sikong just stood up and said something fair, but he made such a killer. It can be seen that this person must be a cruel and ruthless person.

"Bang!"

Er Sikong stood there, motionless, and the sharp spear tip hit him, making a metallic impact.

"The Indestructible Body of Vajra?"

The cultivator of the Blood Dragon Palace showed a shocked look and was about to withdraw his spear and immediately retreated.

"Wow—"

A circle of golden Buddha light radiated from Er Sikong's body, containing a powerful force that shattered the spear into iron pieces.

The iron block flew backwards and hit the blood dragon temple monk, making dense blood holes.

With a bang, the monk from the Blood Dragon Palace fell to the edge of the street. Because he was too seriously injured, he fainted.

"Amitabha!"

The two Sikong clasped their hands together and recited the Buddha's name.

However, the monks in the Blood Dragon Palace were all shocked and rushed over immediately, surrounded Er Sikong, pulled out the combat troops, as if they were facing a great enemy.

On the street, many evil monks stopped and stood by and watched.

"Someone dares to provoke the Blood Dragon Palace. Are you impatient to live?"

"Don't underestimate that monk. His cultivation is very strong. I didn't see him using dark power and shattering a real martial arts treasure weapon into pieces. I guess he has the seventh transformation or above of the Yulong."

"So what if it's so powerful? How powerful is the Blood Dragon Palace in the black market? It's undoubtedly a search for death when it comes to opposing them."

"I didn't see the sedan chair of the Blood Dragon, and I stopped there. The Blood Dragon Master is not a person who is easy to mess with. Wait and see, the monk's fate must be very miserable."

Among the monks in the Blood Dragon Palace, there is a sedan chair carried by sixteen people, with three-long sedan chair body hanging down the golden silk gauze curtain, like a moving small palace.

The Blood Dragon Young Master walked out of the sedan chair, with his left and right hands each hugged a charming woman in his clothes, his voice a little evil, and said, "Chen Xu, why are you still dragging me here if you don't send the newly arrived slave to the auction house immediately?"

The scar man was sweating profusely and under a lot of pressure, he turned around and said nervously: "Young master, there is a monk standing in front of him, trying to save people."

The Blood Dragon Prince smiled sarcastically and said, "Do you still need me to teach you how to do it? Get rid of the monk immediately and don't waste my time."

"Yes." The scar man's eyes sank, and he activates the holy energy, and the red flame whip injected into his hand. The flames on the whip became even hotter and made a sound of chirping.

With a trembling wrist, the red flame whip was thrown out, forming a circle of air waves, rolling towards Er Sikong's neck. The wind on the whip was sharper than the blade.

However, before the Red Flame Whip was whipped on Er Sikong's body, the scar man flew out first. A foot-long claw print appeared on his chest, and blood kept gushing out.

The power of the claw prints broke all the meridians in his body, and his cultivation wasted.

Zhang Ruochen stood by the street, touching his chin with his fingers, and said, "The monk who looks very dull is not vague at all when fighting."

Da Sikong shook his head and sighed: "I'm still young and not very sensible. Don't worry, uncle, when he comes back, I will definitely educate him."

Zhang Ruochen did not object to Er Sikong's actions, but in this way, he would definitely offend the Blood Dragon Palace.
Chapter completed!