The Emperor is kidnapped, and the useless daughter destroys the three realms

Ruan Xihe was not affected. He followed the old man to the ghost town in the center of the ghost market and saw the blood spirit grass that the old man mentioned was withered and no longer growing.

According to Ruoruo's instructions, she told the old man how to cultivate the herbs. Not only that, the old man also asked many questions about how to cultivate precious herbs, and Ruan Xihe answered them one by one.

To thank her, the old man sent someone to help her find the materials she wanted to buy.

Ruan Xihe put all the materials into the space, but when she handed the spirit stones to the old man, he refused to take them. However, she had just made a lot of money after all, so she insisted on giving the old man the spirit stones.

"You, you..." The old man had no choice but to accept the spirit stone, but turned around and took out a few jade bottles and handed them to her.

"What is this?" Ruan Xihe had a feeling that the thing in the bottle was extraordinary.

The old man smiled and said, "If you insist on asking me to pay you, then you want to settle the score with me. But I want to make friends with the young master, so I can only give you some of the pills I made."

She was about to refuse, but the old man spoke again.

He said resentfully, "If the young master doesn't accept me, then he has no intention of making friends with me. I'm afraid he doesn't think highly of an old man like me..."

Ruan Xihe: “…”

She could only accept the old man's medicine and keep this favor in her heart.

Just as she was about to say goodbye, the old man handed her something again and said, "If you need help in the future, you can take this token to find the ghost city guards, and they will lead you to me."

Ruan Xihe looked at the token in her hand, which had the word "ghost" written on it. She thought about it and accepted it without refusing. Then she said goodbye to the old man.

After leaving the ghost town, she held a folding fan behind her back, dressed up as a dandy young man, moving between the stalls with strange steps, but her eyes were paying attention to her surroundings.

After a long while, she curled her lips, took out her folding fan and fanned herself leisurely: "So that's how it is, we are not in the same group..."

Ruan Xihe slowed down his pace and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Just now when she was arguing with Manager Wu on the street, she noticed that someone was staring at her. When she came out of the ghost town, there were a few more people staring at her.

We can't fight head-on, we have to think of a way...

Thinking of this, Ruan Xihe put one hand behind her back and started walking around fanning herself with a folding fan, but she was bumped unexpectedly and she staggered forward a step.

"Hurry, hurry, there's a fool ahead fighting over these slaves."

"Oh no! This is probably another rookie who comes to the ghost market for the first time."

I heard a conversation next to me, and a man was pulling another man forward, not realizing that they had bumped into someone.

Ruan Xihe was not injured, so she didn't care. She followed the two men forward and saw a group of people gathered in front of a store. She could hear a noise from afar.

"We are all born as human beings, so why should they become slaves?" A rather angry voice sounded.

Ruan Xihe squeezed into the crowd and saw a young man in gorgeous clothes holding a sword, standing opposite a team. The words just now came from the mouth of this young man.

The people in the opposite team each held an iron chain in their hands, and the other end of the chain was tied around the neck of the slave kneeling beside them.

As the slaves climbed forward, their palms and knees were worn out, leaving long trails of blood.

Ruan Xihe frowned and narrowed his eyes coldly. The slaves kneeling on the ground were all young, the oldest was probably only seven or eight years old.

The obese man who led the team glanced at the boy indifferently and smiled provocatively: "Stop meddling in other people's business."

The young man held the sword across his body, his determined figure not taking a single step back, "I'll take care of this matter today!"

The fat man had a fierce look on his face and signaled his men behind him with his eyes. Then these men dropped the chains in their hands and stepped forward to surround the young man.

Ruan Xihe took a look and found that this young man actually had the cultivation level of a sixth-level spiritualist!

Most of the people in this team are level three spiritualists, and only one person is level six spiritualist.

The young man sneered with disdain, slowly raised his left hand, and exerted all the power of a sixth-level spiritualist!

"He is actually a sixth-level spiritualist! The Crown Prince of our Zishang country, who is praised as a genius, is only a fourth-level spiritualist now..."

"It's still water-attributed spiritual power. Water overcomes fire, so his chances of winning are increased!"

"That's not true. Even if their spiritual powers are mutually exclusive, one person cannot defeat many. He will lose sooner or later."

"What a young genius! But it's a pity that he has to suffer a loss today..."

The people around were shocked by the boy's accomplishments, and began to express their regret and speculation.

Ruan Xihe looked at the young man in front of her and remembered what the big man who bought herbs had warned her before he left, so she did not act rashly and quietly hid among the crowd.

"boom--"

"boom--"

Balls of red spiritual energy rushed towards the young man, with flames and heat waves so overwhelming that the crowd watching could not help but step back several meters.

The young man looked calm and easily dissolved the spiritual power. Then he attached the blue spiritual power to the sword, moved his body slightly, and the spiritual power, carrying the sword energy, slashed out from the sword.

With just one move, all those third-level spiritualists vomited blood and fell down!

The level difference is only three levels, but it feels like there is a chasm between them!

This is the world of spiritual power!

Now only the young man was left fighting with the other sixth-level spiritualist, and the battle between the two was intense and fierce.

After a long time, the young man shouted angrily and knocked the man away with a sword. The fight came to an end. The breeze blew through the young man's hair, and he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand without changing his expression.

The young man turned his gaze and walked towards the fat man step by step with his sword in hand. Just as he was gathering his spiritual power and preparing to strike the fat man, a childish and hoarse voice rang out.

"Sir, you'd better stop interfering in other people's business!"

Among the slaves who were kneeling, a boy stood up. He slowly moved his broken body and stood in front of the fat man.

"We... did become slaves voluntarily. If you insist on having your own way, we will not stand idly by."

The young man was struck by lightning when he heard this. He stood there in a daze, unable to react for a moment.

Ruan Xihe was also stunned by these words, and his expression changed instantly, but the other onlookers looked calm, as if they were used to it.

"Are you serious?"

The young man didn't want to believe it, and held the boy's shoulders tightly with both hands, "If you have any difficulties, you can tell me! You can see that I can beat them!"

Although the little boy's voice was hoarse, his tone was very firm: "Sir, don't bother me, just take care of yourself!"

The boy could only put down his hands, step back awkwardly, and make way for them.

Seeing this, the fat man raised his chin and snorted at the boy, then slapped the boy in the face and said viciously: "Why didn't you say anything earlier? Mute?"