Fang Qi watched Fu Yigu as they walked further and further away, he sneered and said: "We can still get in on the action, even if we can't buy it. You can't be too disrespectful to Miss Mee, can be you?" A mysterious smile crossed his face as he finished.
The rule of the slave market was that whoever saw the slave first would buy the slave first, and no one of followed can buy it even if they would pay more. But one exception was Third Zhao, whose appearance broke the rule. Not only was he an exception on this trading floor, but he was also a variable among the original inhabitants. The original inhabitants rarely intersect with these outsiders. They still live in a simple life, but when they are required to purchase necessary supplies from outside, they will bring what they produce to the outside for some returns. However, Third Zhao did not do his work, he thought all day about opportunism. No one dared to do anything to him, because he was an original inhabitant.
With the publicity from Third Zhao, a few influential young people came to the trading floor in a short time. At this time, Third Zhao also entered the trading floor from somewhere else.
At the end of the trading floor there was a door through which all the influential people went to another room by this.
After mercenary Ho saw Third Zhao. He came to him in a hurry and said. "What about now?
" Come on, let's have a fair deal, just like before. I will not let you lose.”
As Zhao spoke, he led Ho and the Thin Monkey through this door. Behind this door, there was a staircase leading to the ground. On either side of the staircase, a man in black and with his face covered, stood on either side of the corridor in every two meters. Third Zhao led the way in front, mercenary Ho and Thin Monkey and several of them followed him. They were terrified of the masked men on either side, and none of them dared to look at them.
They had been walking for a quarter of an hour, then a great hall appeared before them. The hall was a thousand square meters in size, and the half-curved seats were arranged from high to low, a row of a hundred seats up to fifteen rows down, and at the bottom a semicircle of ten feet in a round pit.
The top of the pit emits a milky halo, which illuminates the pit. The walls of the pits contain numerous black holes, some of which occasionally emit two points of blue, or red, or green. The walls of the hall are covered with egg-sized magic stone. There are over a hundred of them, and they illuminate the whole hall.
"Third Zhao, where is the evil-human you mentioned. Today we are not here for watching gladiator fight." At this time, a young man sitting in the audience saw Third Zhao and said to him.
"Don't worry. He's coming right out."
By this time, Third Zhao was in the middle of the bottom row. He continued. "Get the evil-human out." As he said this, the hall began to crackle, and then a solid iron cage emerged from the middle of the milky pit.
Inside the cage, the evil-human was lying. The evil-human that carried by Ho and his men, the evil-human that they considered to be the creature of the evil. People sitting in their seats can see clearly through the reflection of the magic stone around them. At this moment, an old, hoarse voice broke out in the hall. “After our slave market examination, he was truly an evil-human. But I want to make it clear. He is neither an evil-beast who interbred with humans nor a magician who practices magic.
As the old gravelly voice died away, the tumult of the audience stopped. After all the noise of the conversation below had died away, He continued. “He was a human warrior, but he was practicing one of the rare magic of the martial arts, which had reached at least the late phase of the 2nd stage. He was influenced by the outside world and was took a hit at the 3rd stage break, and he has already fallen into a coma."
The audience were taken aback with a surprise when they heard what he said. The old husky voice went on. “What magic exactly is he cultivating that we can't figure out now. By the time he wakes up, he may have broken the 3rd stage. According to our judgement of his meridians and the breath that exists in his belly, level 6 magician, level 5 fight master, level 5 warrior can be even with him. The man who can completely subdue him would be more 1 level above what I just said. Please buy him carefully.”
The old husky voice vanished here, and it has not been heard again. The audience below was dumbfounded. Ho and his men’s eyes were bulging. In the hall, everyone’s heart beat fast.
When Third Zhao brought back to himself, he said with a triumphant laugh. “Everybody, you get the point? This evil-human is not a simple one. Who can buy him, whose family strength will be much improved. Now the bidding begins, I don't care who you are, he who gives me much money belongs to him.
Fang Qi watched Fu Yigu as they walked further and further away, he sneered and said: "We can still get in on the action, even if we can't buy it. You can't be too disrespectful to Miss Mee, can be you?" A mysterious smile crossed his face as he finished.
The rule of the slave market was that whoever saw the slave first would buy the slave first, and no one of followed can buy it even if they would pay more. But one exception was Third Zhao, whose appearance broke the rule. Not only was he an exception on this trading floor, but he was also a variable among the original inhabitants. The original inhabitants rarely intersect with these outsiders. They still live in a simple life, but when they are required to purchase necessary supplies from outside, they will bring what they produce to the outside for some returns. However, Third Zhao did not do his work, he thought all day about opportunism. No one dared to do anything to him, because he was an original inhabitant.
With the publicity from Third Zhao, a few influential young people came to the trading floor in a short time. At this time, Third Zhao also entered the trading floor from somewhere else.
At the end of the trading floor there was a door through which all the influential people went to another room by this.
After mercenary Ho saw Third Zhao. He came to him in a hurry and said. "What about now?
" Come on, let's have a fair deal, just like before. I will not let you lose.”
As Zhao spoke, he led Ho and the Thin Monkey through this door. Behind this door, there was a staircase leading to the ground. On either side of the staircase, a man in black and with his face covered, stood on either side of the corridor in every two meters. Third Zhao led the way in front, mercenary Ho and Thin Monkey and several of them followed him. They were terrified of the masked men on either side, and none of them dared to look at them.
They had been walking for a quarter of an hour, then a great hall appeared before them. The hall was a thousand square meters in size, and the half-curved seats were arranged from high to low, a row of a hundred seats up to fifteen rows down, and at the bottom a semicircle of ten feet in a round pit.
The top of the pit emits a milky halo, which illuminates the pit. The walls of the pits contain numerous black holes, some of which occasionally emit two points of blue, or red, or green. The walls of the hall are covered with egg-sized magic stone. There are over a hundred of them, and they illuminate the whole hall.
"Third Zhao, where is the evil-human you mentioned. Today we are not here for watching gladiator fight." At this time, a young man sitting in the audience saw Third Zhao and said to him.
"Don't worry. He's coming right out."
By this time, Third Zhao was in the middle of the bottom row. He continued. "Get the evil-human out." As he said this, the hall began to crackle, and then a solid iron cage emerged from the middle of the milky pit.
Inside the cage, the evil-human was lying. The evil-human that carried by Ho and his men, the evil-human that they considered to be the creature of the evil. People sitting in their seats can see clearly through the reflection of the magic stone around them. At this moment, an old, hoarse voice broke out in the hall. “After our slave market examination, he was truly an evil-human. But I want to make it clear. He is neither an evil-beast who interbred with humans nor a magician who practices magic.
As the old gravelly voice died away, the tumult of the audience stopped. After all the noise of the conversation below had died away, He continued. “He was a human warrior, but he was practicing one of the rare magic of the martial arts, which had reached at least the late phase of the 2nd stage. He was influenced by the outside world and was took a hit at the 3rd stage break, and he has already fallen into a coma."
The audience were taken aback with a surprise when they heard what he said. The old husky voice went on. “What magic exactly is he cultivating that we can't figure out now. By the time he wakes up, he may have broken the 3rd stage. According to our judgement of his meridians and the breath that exists in his belly, level 6 magician, level 5 fight master, level 5 warrior can be even with him. The man who can completely subdue him would be more 1 level above what I just said. Please buy him carefully.”
The old husky voice vanished here, and it has not been heard again. The audience below was dumbfounded. Ho and his men’s eyes were bulging. In the hall, everyone’s heart beat fast.
When Third Zhao brought back to himself, he said with a triumphant laugh. “Everybody, you get the point? This evil-human is not a simple one. Who can buy him, whose family strength will be much improved. Now the bidding begins, I don't care who you are, he who gives me much money belongs to him.
