First of all, there is a mixed bag of good and bad people in the black market, and you can get a lot of useful information.
This battle between the Ancient Suppressing Clan and the Immortal Vampire Clan will definitely alarm the entire Yuan Mansion, and even Tiantai Prefecture. By then, all kinds of news will definitely spread quickly in the black market.
Therefore, even if Zhang Ruochen does not go to the Pluto Sword Tomb, he can still know some of the things he wants to know.
Secondly, Zhang Ruochen went to the black market to buy a higher-level Saint Yuan Dan in preparation for breaking through to the third level of Semi-Saint.
Only with higher cultivation can he take greater initiative. Otherwise, he will always be very passive in front of the court and the undead vampires.
Once he breaks through to the third level Half-Saint, Zhang Ruochen will be able to deal with it calmly even if he encounters a high-level Half-Saint, and will not be forced to run for his life.
After five days of traveling, Zhang Ruochen, Da Sikong, and Er Sikong finally crossed the vast area and arrived at Yuanfu City.
While traveling during the day, Zhang Ruochen would enter the picture scroll world at night to practice, refine the divine blood, and work hard to improve his cultivation.
Now, he has completely consolidated the realm of the second-level semi-saint, and has made some improvements.
At the same time, the Nine Lives Sword Technique, the True Thunder Fire Sword Technique, and the Eight Scale Changes he practiced were also steadily improving.
Among the thirty-six prefectures in Tiantai Prefecture, Yuan Prefecture can be ranked in the top ten. It is naturally an extremely prosperous place with a long history, majestic atmosphere, and many places of interest.
The streets were busy with traffic and people coming and going. There were gorgeous carriages, pulled by snow-white beasts, galloping through the middle of the street. There were also some rather ferocious-looking half-human monks, carrying soldiers on their backs, accompanying each other.
Hexing seemed to have just returned from a dangerous place and brought back a lot of ores and elixirs.
It was both Da Sikong's and Er Sikong's first time in the city, so everything seemed very novel. Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen kept an eye on them and avoided any unnecessary trouble.
Before entering the black market, Zhang Ruochen used the invisible and formless thirty-six transformations to change his appearance and become Lin Yue's appearance.
Due to the vigorous propaganda of the Ministry of War, the wanted album spread throughout the Yuan Dynasty, so Zhang Ruochen's appearance has long been a household name.
In the Central Territory, few people have seen Lin Yue's appearance.
If it was not a last resort, Zhang Ruochen would not want to change his appearance at all, he would just want to live an upright and aboveboard life.
However, for ordinary people, a very simple thing is too difficult for him, and everything is so out of his control.
Compared to the prosperity and hustle and bustle of Fucheng, the black market is a bit more gloomy, giving people the feeling of murder everywhere.
There are also many pedestrians on the street. Most of these people have a certain level of strength and carry soldiers on their backs. Some of them are covered in blood. They are obviously not good people.
"Crash!"
At this moment, there was the sound of dragging chains and faint crying.
Behind the street, two rows of evil monks wearing blood robes escorted nearly a hundred slaves into the black market. Those slaves were quite gorgeous, wearing silks, satins, and brocades, and they were obviously not poor people.
Among them, young and beautiful women accounted for 70%. The remaining 30% were all strong men with cultivation levels above the Earth's Ultimate Realm. The person with the highest cultivation level even reached the Fish-Dragon Realm.
This is a group of high-level slaves, each of which can be sent to the auction house and sold for extremely high prices.
There are all kinds of goods in the black market, and "slaves" are one of the most important ones.
Slaves are also divided into many types, such as: coolies, poor slaves, war slaves, and female slaves.
Among them, war slaves have the highest price, and war slaves with a cultivation level in the Fish-Dragon Realm can be sold for astonishing prices no matter where they are.
In addition, extremely beautiful female slaves are also the favorite playthings of those dandy boys from big families.
When I came to the black market and saw groups of slaves, it was actually not surprising at all.
"I am an inner disciple of Xuanjing Sect. How dare you, the evil people of Blood Dragon Palace, arrest me. The elders of the sect will definitely not let you go."
Among the slaves, a young man said.
"Snapped!"
Next to him, among the monks of the Blood Dragon Hall, a two-meter-tall man with a scar was riding on the back of a wild elephant. He swung a whip burning with flames in his hand and hit the Xuanjing Sect disciple in the face.
and beat the left half of his face until it was bloody and bloody.
The Xuanjing Sect disciple held his face and kept wailing, looking extremely painful.
The rest of the slaves were all trembling with fear.
The scarred man sneered: "The Xuanjing Sect has colluded with the Immortal Vampire Clan and has destroyed the sect. All your elders have probably become dead. Do you still want to wait for a group of dead people to stand up for you? Haha!"
A rather beautiful woman immediately retorted: "It is impossible for the Xuanjing Sect to collude with the Immortal Vampire Clan, absolutely impossible. You, the Blood Dragon Palace, and the Zhusheng Clan are the ones who are really colluding with each other, specifically to frame the major families and sects.
, plundering cultivation resources..."
"Snapped!"
The scarred man whipped out the whip again and hit the woman on the back, causing her to curl up on the ground and tremble.
"If it weren't for the fact that you still have some good looks and can be sold for a good price, the whip just now can split your body in two." The man with the scar said.
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 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 Jinlong and was of the same generation as Master Indra. Therefore, he must call Zhang Ruochen his uncle.
Zhang Ruochen's eyes were fixed on the group of monks wearing blood robes. He didn't want to cause trouble, so he simply explained: "This is the black market. The weak prey on the strong. There is no reason."
"The poor monk went and reasoned with them."
Er Sikong obviously couldn't stand it and strode towards the center of the street.
Er Sikong's cultivation level was extremely high, and his steps were quite mysterious. He could shrink the ground into an inch. When Zhang Ruochen stopped him, he was already standing in front of the scarred man.
Er Sikong put his hands together and said: "Amitabha!"
The scarred man was sitting on the back of a savage beast. When he saw the commoner monk standing in front of him, he suddenly felt a little unlucky and laughed: "What happened today? I actually saw the monk in the black market."
"Donor, you should understand the equality of all living beings. The poor monk thinks that you should let them go free and should not treat them like this." Er Sikong said seriously with a dull expression.
The scarred man was stunned for a moment at first, but then he realized what he was doing, his eyes became quite cold, and he shouted loudly: "Monk, are you here to cause trouble?"
"I think he's here to die."
Another monk from the Blood Dragon Hall picked up a black dragon-headed spear, jumped up from the beast's back, stabbed it out, and hit Er Sikong in the heart.
Er Sikong just stood up and casually said something fair, but he carried out such a murder. It can be seen that this person must be a ruthless person.
"Bang!"
Er Sikong stood on the spot, motionless, and the sharp tip of the gun hit his body, making a metal impact sound.
"Indestructible body?"
The Blood Dragon Hall monk showed a shocked look and was about to withdraw his spear before immediately retreating.
"Wow——"
A circle of golden Buddha light emitted from Er Sikong's body, containing a powerful force that shattered the spear into pieces of iron.
The iron piece flew back and hit the Blood Dragon Hall monk's body, leaving dense blood holes.
With a bang, the Blood Dragon Temple monk fell to the edge of the street. He was so seriously injured that he fainted.
"Amitabha!"
Er Sikong put his hands together and recited another Buddha's name.
However, the monks of the Blood Dragon Hall were all frightened. They immediately rushed over, surrounded Er Sikong, and drew out their soldiers, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
On the street, many evil monks stopped and stood aside to watch.
"Someone actually dares to provoke the Blood Dragon Palace. Are you tired of living?"
"Don't underestimate that monk. His cultivation is very powerful. I didn't see him using An Jin to shatter a real weapon into pieces. He must have a cultivation level above the seventh transformation of fish and dragon."
"So what, no matter how powerful they are? The Blood Dragon Palace's power in the black market is so huge. Going against them is undoubtedly courting death."
"I didn't see Mr. Blood Dragon's sedan, parked over there. Mr. Blood Dragon is not someone to be trifled with. Just wait and see, that monk's fate will definitely be miserable."
Among the monks of the Blood Dragon Hall, there is a sedan carried by sixteen people. The sedan body is three long and high, with golden gauze curtains hanging down, like a small moving palace.
Mr. Blood Dragon walked out of the sedan, holding a charming and scantily clad woman with his left and right hands, and said in a sinister voice: "Chen Xu, why don't you send the newly arrived slave to the auction house immediately?
Are you still procrastinating here?"
The scarred man was sweating profusely and was under a lot of pressure. He turned around and said nervously: "Sir, there is a monk standing in front of me and wants to save someone."
Young Master Blood Dragon smiled sarcastically and said: "Do you still need me to teach you how to do it? Get rid of that monk immediately, don't waste my time."
"Yes." The scarred man's eyes darkened, and he circulated holy energy and injected it into the red flame whip in his hand. The flames on the whip became even hotter and made a chirping sound.
With a flick of his wrist, the red flame whip was thrown out, forming a circle of air waves that rolled towards Er Sikong's neck. The wind on the whip was sharper than the blade.
However, before the red flame whip could hit Er Sikong's body, the scarred man flew out first. A foot-long claw mark appeared on his chest, and blood continued to pour out.
The power of the claw marks shattered all the meridians in his body, and his entire body was completely destroyed.
Zhang Ruochen stood on the street, gently touching his chin with his finger, and said: "The monk looks very dull, but when he fights, he is not ambiguous at all."
Da Sikong shook his head and sighed: "You are still young and not very sensible. Don't worry, uncle, I will definitely educate him when he comes back."
Zhang Ruochen did not object to Er Sikong's approach, but if he did so, he would definitely offend the Blood Dragon Palace.