Lin Feng didn't know what happened after he left the restaurant. Although his sensory ability was very strong, Xuanwujing people wanted to follow him. He still couldn't find it.

Lin Feng did not even know that his dreams had never left him. He had followed him since he stepped out of the college.

At this point, the silver mask on Lin Feng’s face was put on again, and he restored the feeling of coldness. Not only him, Lin Feng’s side knife was also the same, with a mask on his face, but it was indeed bronze. He is overbearing, but it is quite match with the tyrant.

"The tyrants, the slaves in the prison field, in addition to auctioning the auction house and dead, but also into other places?"

Walking on the road, Lin Feng turned his eyes and asked at the knife.

"Well." The fangs sank, and then nodded, saying: "The slaves who died are not saying that the remaining slaves are some elites, they can be tamed, they will leave themselves, and some will not be able to If they are tamed, they will go to the auction floor, and they will not be able to play a big role. In addition, there are many slaves who will sell them to those who need slave martial arts."

Lin Feng looked at the knife and glanced at it. This guy didn't have to say that he was sure to be a slave who couldn't be tamed.

“Where will it be sold?” Lin Feng asked.

"I don't know." The knife swayed. "I don't have a chance to get in touch with them, just know what's going on around me."

Lin Feng’s eyes showed a hint of thought, but he listened to Yi Xuedao: “They were sent to the slave trading market. It’s no secret that those nobles who want slave martial arts will go to the slave trading market. Yuan Shi directly purchased slave martial arts, or exchanged things."

"The slave trade market." Lin Feng's eyes are condensed, and there is such a place.

"I Xue, take me to see." Lin Feng said indifferently.

Yi Xue slightly confused, looked at Lin Feng, then nodded and said: "Okay."

Then Yi Xue raised his footsteps and led the way in front. After a while, the group of people came to the slave trading market.

Standing outside the trading market, Lin Feng looked at the spacious avenue in front of him, but the pupil was shrinking.

This trading market is clearly a spacious street. On both sides of the street, there are iron prisoners. Many slaves are locked in iron prisoners. Outside the iron prisoners, the masters of these slaves sit quietly, waiting Someone came forward to ask the trading slave.

Here, a slave is equivalent to a beast, a transaction, and no human rights.

These slaves, who are branded as slaves, may be prisoners of war, may be death row prisoners, or may be offended by certain nobles and big forces and be branded as slaves, such as Yun Haizong, who are destroyed, and who are lucky to live. It was branded as a slave by Duan Sirius, became a humble slave, was abused and bullied, and even died at any time.

Moreover, this slave trading market is very lively. On the middle of the boulevard, people are constantly walking and picking heavy slaves, many of whom are nobles.

Lin Feng three people entered the trading market, eyes glanced in the prisoners around, the slaves here, lean, strong, and even, very fascinating **** slaves, can meet some lascivious People want to fire, buy back and enjoy.

"Feng Shaoye, the slaves here, most of them are slaves of martial arts. The martial arts of Lingwujing is relatively expensive. They are monopolized by several large families in the Imperial City. In the middle of the slave market, do you want to Go and see."

At this time, Yi Xue said to Lin Feng, although he did not know the purpose of Lin Feng, but with the strength of Lin Feng, if he really wants to buy a slave Wu Xiu, he will naturally choose the spirit of the people.

"Okay, let's go see."

Lin Feng responded with a footstep, but Lin Feng felt uncomfortable. The slaves in the prison were staring at them one by one, making him very uncomfortable. Moreover, those who sold slaves also looked fascinating. I feel sick.

A moment later, Lin Feng came to the center of the slave trading market. At this time, he was not in the same prison as other places, but had a huge building, like a small castle.

"Young Master, this is the largest trading place in the slave trading market, and 80% of the spiritual slaves of Wushu are monopolized by them."

Yi Xue attached to Lin Feng's ear and whispered, only to see outside the castle. There was a figure staring at Lin Feng and others. He heard Yi Xue shouting Master Lin Feng and smiled and said: "This young master, you need slaves. Wu Xiu, I promise, with us, you will be able to pick the slave martial arts that will satisfy you."

"Take me to see." Lin Feng said indifferently, the eyes under the silver mask were not shocked.

"Well, Master, you come with me." The man's face showed a polite smile, and Lin Feng and three people walked into the fortress-like ancient building.

The fortress is very wide and very large. Half of the positions are locked. All of them are slave martial arts. They are all sitting on the ground lazily. It seems that Lin Feng and others are coming in. Their eyes are going toward Lin Feng. Suddenly, Lin Feng felt a sigh of relief.

"Young Master, you can choose your favorite outside of this, the number of chains on them, representing their strength, a chain, is a spiritual warrior, five chains, is the five spirits."

The man said to Lin Feng again, standing outside the prison gate, Lin Feng can see the number of chains on the slave Wu Xiu at a glance, and speculate on their strength.

"More than two hundred martial arts slaves in Wushu, the most powerful ones are the six slaves of Lingwujing. The master here is a big force." Lin Feng glanced at these slaves roughly, two hundred Many names, all of them are spiritual martial arts, and they are not old enough. This is placed outside, and they can form a horrible force and set up a sect.

"Young Master, you can rest assured that these slaves are coming from the prison field. Many of them are captives from the Sirius King who destroyed Yunhaizong. Yunhaizong is a large gate. Many people here are among them. Inside disciples, and even some core disciples, will never let you down."

The person next to him said diligently, letting the eyelids under the Lin Feng mask condense slightly, and Yun Haizong’s disciples really broke through the iron shoes.

Last time I heard that Duan Sirius sent Yun Haizong people to the prison, Lin Feng hoped to find a few people who used to go to Yunhaizong.

"Oh, Yun Haizong's disciple, yes, just this time I am going to the hinterland of the Wicked Forest. I need some people to open the way. It seems that I am coming."

Lin Feng smiled and let the slaves look cold, staring at Lin Feng coldly, and going to the hinterland of the demon forest to open the way. To put it bluntly, they want them to die, this bastard!

"Hey, it’s really time for the young master to come." The man next to him smiled, but his heart was dark, Lin Feng, and he didn’t know which big family was a child. He was so idiotic and said his purpose.

"The slave Wushu here, what price?" Lin Feng asked.

"The spirit of the Wujing is a heavy one, ten pieces of Chinese yuan stone; the two realms, the thirty-eight yuan stone; the eight-level realm of the three realms, the two hundred and five realms of the five realms of the five realms one thousand."

Lin Feng nodded slightly, facing the slave Wushu in the prison: "The disciple of Yunhaizong stood up and walked with me."

The person next to him heard this and it was dark Lin Feng, this idiot!

Those slave martial arts also faintly glared at Lin Feng. Since they all know that they are dead, whoever wants to go with him, they don’t have the label of Yun Haizong on their faces. They don’t say it, who knows they are.

Even the side of the knife and Yi Xue did not understand Lin Feng's approach.

However, Lin Feng really looked still, and there was a hint of luster in his eyes. One of his hands was pulled out of his arms and placed on the iron prisoner.

On one of Lin Feng's fingers, with a very ordinary stone ring, it was very inconspicuous, but many of the slaves in the iron prison saw the stone ring, but his heart trembled.

This ordinary ring will not attract attention when it is placed. However, many of these slave martial arts have seen it. In the past, this stone ring was worn by the head of Yunhaizong, the finger of Nangongling. on.