As soon as he walked out of the house, a young man walked over. He had short hair, sharp eyes, and the perfect cultivation of a martial emperor, which was even more shocking.
Chen Ling frowned and said, "I just have something wrong?"
"Gongliang Tianyi, one of the six great families in the imperial capital, has heard of Brother Chen for a long time and wants to ask for advice. I wonder if Brother Chen can give me some face?"
Gongliang Tianyi stared at Chen Ling. Although his words were polite, they had a threatening aura.
"Sorry, not interested."
Chen Ling turned sideways and walked away.
"stop."
Gongliang Tianyi's face darkened, he stared at Chen Ling sharply and shouted: "Chen Ling, give you some face, don't be shameless, do you really think you are some evil person?"
A cold light flashed in his eyes, but Chen Ling was not angry. He turned to look at Gong Liang Tianyi and said with a smile: "If you want to hunt, I will satisfy you when we get to Huangquan Hunting Ground."
"But now, I won't agree even if you make all kinds of nonsense."
"Of course, if you want to do it, you can do it."
Gongliang Tianyi's face turned livid, and he gritted his teeth and glared at Chen Ling: "I really don't dare to take action here, but after we get out of here, I can't help you."
"If you don't eat the toast, you'll be fined with wine, so don't blame me for being rude."
Chen Ling smiled coldly and strode outside.
Gongliang Tianyi followed behind, his whole body filled with chills, and his eyes filled with a sharp cold light.
In the restaurant, everyone looked at this scene.
"As expected of Gongliang Tianyi. Among the super monsters from the six great families, Gongliang Tianyi is not at the forefront, but he should not be underestimated."
"It's true that I don't dare to take action in the Purple Star Restaurant, but as a public good, even if I take action in the imperial capital, there will be no consequences. This Chen Ling actually dares to go out, not knowing whether to live or die."
"I'm leaving the Purple Star Restaurant later. I'm afraid there will be a big battle. Hehe, we can finally see it."
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Under the gaze of many eyes, Chen Ling and Gong Liang Tianyi left the Purple Star Restaurant one after another.
Outside the Zixing Restaurant, there is a large area of open space.
As soon as he went out, Gongliang Tianyi flashed a stern smile, ducked and rushed forward.
Crunch!
The sound of a car stopping suddenly sounded.
"That's... hiss."
The many warriors in the restaurant who were paying attention to this scene all had their pupils constricted and expressions of disbelief on their faces.
Gongliang Tianyi stopped dead in his tracks, gritted his teeth, and reluctantly watched Chen Ling board the unexpected carriage.
There is a conspicuous mark printed on the cart.
black market.
"Damn it, black market, why are people from the black market here?"
Gongliang Tianyi's eyes widened and flames spewed out.
But facing the black market, he could only remain unwilling.
"Black market, Chen Ling can actually be greeted by people from the black market, what is his identity?"
"Is he a high-ranking VIP from the black market? It is possible that he is a nine-turn monster."
"Oh, miscalculation. There is a black market, who dares to take action? If you offend the black market, you will be seeking death."
Countless warriors in the restaurant were shocked and disappointed.
Sitting on the cart, Chen Ling's lips curled into a sneer.
As the cart moved, he closed his eyes and fell into a state of sleep.
About half an hour later, the car arrived in the northeast of the imperial capital, outside a magnificent building with a black market sign.
This is the black market in the imperial capital of the Purple Star Empire. It is far beyond the black market in the Lotus Emperor's territory, and it has a saint sitting there.
At the entrance of the black market, a middle-aged man in golden robe was waiting.
"Hey, isn't this the person in charge of the black market? In the imperial capital, he is extremely reserved even when meeting people from the royal family. Why are you waiting here?"
"The person in charge of the imperial capital's black market can wait in person. Hey, could it be that a big shot from the black market is here?"
The warriors who came in and out were all frightened when they saw this scene, and some even stopped to look at it.
When the cart stopped, a smile appeared on the face of the middle-aged man in gold robe, and he quickly greeted him.
"Hey, good guy, let's not talk about Liang Ying's identity, but his cultivation is at the level of Martial Master. So who is in the car?"
One person took a deep breath, Liang Ying's actions shocked outsiders beyond belief.
When Chen Ling stepped off the cart, the onlookers all had their eyes widened.
King Wu Yuanyuan? So young?
Damn it.
"Mr. Chen, please come quickly." Liang Ying said with a smile on her face.
"Master Liang, how dare I bother you to come and greet him in person? I can't do that for you." When Chen Ling saw Liang Ying, his expression suddenly changed and he quickly walked away in fear.
Seeing Chen Ling's sincere behavior, Liang Ying nodded secretly, this little guy can talk.
With Chen Ling's identity, he naturally would not come to greet him in person.
But Chen Ling's status in the black market was just as high as his, so it was not a loss of face to welcome him.
"Haha, Mr. Chen, you're welcome. Let's go. This is not the place to talk. Let's go in and talk." Liang Ying glanced around, then turned sideways and smiled.
"Master Liang, let's go together." Chen Ling understood Liang Ying's attitude from the bottom of his heart, but he did not dare to rely on his so-called status to be rude to Liang Ying.
This is the person in charge of the black market in the Imperial City, a strong martial artist.
"Chen Ling, I recognized him. He is Chen Ling, my God."
"That closed-door turtle can actually make Liang Ying act like this. What level of VIP is he in the black market?"
Someone recognized Chen Ling and exclaimed.
The crowd around him suddenly became excited.
Chen Ling also heard it, but was ignored by him and walked quickly into the hall with Liang Ying.
In the room, two cups of spiritual tea floated with faint mist, and the fragrance of tea was fresh and assailed your nose.
Liang Ying looked at the young man in front of her and sighed in her heart.
The son of black iron, the nine-turn monster.
He had certainly heard a lot of recent rumors in the Imperial Capital, but seeing how calm Chen Ling was, without any trace of panic or gaffe, he couldn't help but sneer at him.
Turtle? Trash?
Liang Ying had nothing but pity for those guys.
He knew the importance attached to Chen Ling in the East Temple. How could such a person be a waste?
As for the 'coward', he believed that Chen Ling must have his own plans.
This is a talent.
"Mr. Chen, I wonder what the need is for coming here?" Liang Ying said in a deep voice.
He had already made some guesses about Chen Ling's purpose of coming.
Chen Ling said seriously: "Master Liang, you also know that the Huangquan hunting ground is about to start, so I want to see if we have anything suitable here."
"The right thing?" Liang Ying raised her eyebrows. There was a lot of mystery behind Chen Ling's "suitable thing".
He couldn't help but smile and said: "I wonder what Mr. Chen needs? The Imperial Capital Black Market has top-notch resources in the entire Dongzhou."
"In terms of attack, it is best to use it in a critical moment and it is one-time and does not require much effort." Chen Ling had already thought about what he needed.
Hearing this, Liang Ying immediately smiled and said: "Mr. Chen, according to the specifications of Huangquan Hunting Ground, there are two types here."
Chen Ling straightened up and looked at Liang Ying with concentration.
"One is the spirit-killing bead, and the other is the purple thunder bead. The former can severely damage the middle-level Martial Emperor, and even kill the weak ones. Of course, it will not have much impact on the middle-level Martial Emperor and above.
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"As for the latter, under the Martial Emperor's Perfection, hey, one pill is enough for them to drink a pot. If there are several pills or even a pile of them, the Martial Emperor will have to shed seven or eight layers of skin even if he is not dead." (To be continued)