Shura God Emperor

On this day, after several days of rushing to work in the slave market, hundreds of people restored the entire palace to its original appearance.

Therefore, the scene of the night shengxiao appeared again, and today, it is even more lively, because there will be one more indigenous slave on the third floor, so a large group of people are fighting to make a break After a spring night.

After all, a native slave was only released from the slave market after a while, and many people were already too impatient to wait.

You know, these indigenous slaves can help them improve their strength!

This night, maybe it will be enough for my own practice for several years!

Money, spiritual pill, can be earned slowly, but the cultivation base does not mean that it can be improved when it is improved.

After all, most of them are ordinary cultivators, and their talents are limited, and some even stay in a realm for several years or even a lifetime.

And given that most people are in the Pill Formation Realm strength, the elixir, the treasure of the heavens and the earth, at least requires the Fourth Stage Spirit Pill to work.

However, the preciousness of this panacea requires the price of millions of green spirit pills for each pill, and ordinary cultivators simply don't have so many cultivation resources to provide for their own consumption.

Therefore, more people can only rely on meditating, or fighting, to slowly improve their cultivation.

Now, as long as you spend a little green spirit pill, you can quickly improve your cultivation base. Who doesn't want?

In the lobby on the first floor of the slave market, many cultivators are waiting, and on the other side, two hundred meters away from the palace of the slave market, a figure is walking towards this side.

This person is surprisingly Jiang Ling. Jiang Ling was two hundred meters away, and he saw the front of the slave market pavilion, where there were eight guards guarding him.

"Stop!" When these guards saw Jiang Ling, they immediately raised their spears and looked at Jiang Ling vigilantly.

Jiang Ling's face became cold, and said: "I am Jiang Ling, the captain of the Xingtang, is it possible that I have to stop it?"

The chief guard stood up and said solemnly, "I'm sorry, because Master Pei has ordered that anyone who wants to enter the slave market within two hundred meters must be identified."

Jiang Ling did not speak either, and they still used their spiritual power to probe themselves.

"Okay, you can go in." The guard said with a sigh of relief.

Jiang Ling didn't say anything. He walked towards the gate of the slave market. He was surprised: "I didn't expect that the defense here would be so strict."

To be honest, Jiang Ling felt a little retreat in his heart at this time.

Tonight is a sleepless night! He was really afraid that it would affect him.

However, thinking of Xiao Yu's promise to him, he gritted his teeth.

"Forget it, I'm all from the Marshal's Mansion anyway, it's a big deal!"

Jiang Ling walked into the slave market, and someone was greeted at the door, but the first floor was too lively and there were many people.

"Huh? Captain Jiang is here, do you want to bid for the efforts of the natives?" A turtle asked with a smile.

Jiang Ling nodded and said, "Well, don't call me, I know the rules."

"Okay, when Captain Jiang succeeds in bidding, I will take you upstairs!" The turtle was all smiles.

When Jiang Ling came here, his heart was of course eager to move, but if he had to do it now, he pressed the same evil fire in his heart.

After a long while, a tortoise public said loudly: "Well, everyone, I must have waited in a hurry, now our bidding starts..."

The crowd became more lively, Jiang Ling quietly withdrew from the crowd, and then came to a corner of the lobby on the first floor, flipped his hand, and there was a long iron nail in his hand.

If you look carefully, you will be able to find that there is a strange wave on this nail.

Jiang Ling threw the iron nail to the ground, and the iron nail directly sank under the floor. Then, Jiang Ling left the slave market.

After coming out, the chief guard and others frowned.

"Captain Jiang, why did you leave so soon? It's so lively inside, right now, right?"

Jiang Ling said coldly: "Do I have to say hello to you when I go back?"

These guards had solemn faces, especially the chief guard, who let the Buddha not believe Jiang Ling's words.

Jiang Ling knew in his heart that if he couldn't leave, he would alarm Pei Yuan, and then he would give up all his efforts.

Jiang Ling's face was deliberately flushed, and he said angrily: "I don't have enough money, right?"

The guards glanced at each other with a smile in their eyes, and the chief guard also smiled: "That's how it is."

"Humph!"

Jiang Ling snorted and left.

Not long after, suddenly, a figure dressed up as a middle-aged man walked over, and it was a disguised Xiao Yu.

And when Xiao Yu walked ten meters in front of these guards, suddenly a sneer came over.

"My friend, I didn't expect that you dare to come and die!"

It's Bae Won's voice!