Chapter 4024 Wolong Pavilion in the North of the City!

That is a group of slaves who are about to be sold!

Different races, different genders, different cultivation bases...

The same thing is that they are all put on a special collar around their necks and then chained.

It looked like a pack of dogs on a leash.

At this moment, there is a fat guy who is planning to buy a slave of the giant spirit clan.

This slave of the giant spirit clan has a one-star true sage cultivation base. He is three meters tall and has a strong physique.

But at this moment, he was kneeling and crawling on the ground, and the fat guy who was going to sell him jumped on his back and rode like a horse.

This kind of humiliation is simply worse than death!

However, the slave of the giant spirit clan crawled around obediently, not daring to resist in the slightest.

"well……"

On the side, another slave could not help but let out a sigh.

The slave's hair was disheveled, his face was covered with dust, and he was wearing a tattered Taoist robe.

However, even so, it can still be seen that he has a fairy-like temperament and a pair of deep eyes, which seem to contain heaven and earth, unfathomable.

The most important thing is that this Taoist is holding a book in his hand.

Although his head, face and body were covered with dust and tattered, the book in his hand was well preserved.

The book pages are the most common A4 white paper in the earth printing shop.

On the first page, there are four large characters and a line of small characters.

"Wind Chaser War Sovereign"!

Author: Old Hierarch!

"Great Immortal Zhenyuan!?"

In fact, Chen Xiaobei had never met the Great Immortal Zhenyuan, but Chen Xiaobei was very familiar with the printed version of "Warrior Chasing the Wind".

Back in the day, the better Chen Xiaobei and Zhenyuan Daxian were, the better they would be. Every time "Warrior Chasing the Wind" was updated with three million words, they would be able to exchange for a ginseng fruit.

At that time, in order to prevent Daxian Zhenyuan from being able to easily read the update after downloading the reading software on his mobile phone, Chen Xiaobei did not give Daxian Zhenyuan a mobile phone, but printed out the updated "Warrior of the Wind" and sent it to Zhenyuan with a red envelope. Yuan Daxian.

In a blink of an eye, such a long time has passed, unexpectedly, Daxian Zhenyuan still has a soft spot for this novel.

Even if it has fallen to the point where it is now, I still can't put it down.

"Zhen Yuanzi!? It's really him!!!"

Taoist Mosquito had seen the Great Immortal Zhenyuan, and said with a surprised face: "How did Zhenyuanzi reach the Holy Land outside the sky? His cultivation base is still a half-step true sage, so it is impossible to come here..."

Chen Xiaobei explained: "The Immortal Zhenyuan was plotted against by his friend Hongyun Patriarch, and he fell into a crack in space during the fight. He might have been teleported here!"

"I see..." Mosquito Taoist nodded.

At the same time, Chen Xiaobei had rushed over quickly, because if he didn't go to Zhenyuan Daxian, it might be dangerous.

"Damn! Why are you sighing? Is it because you are upset at seeing Ben?"

The fat man riding on the back of the slave of the giant spirit clan stared angrily and yelled at the Great Immortal Zhenyuan.

"I..." Immortal Zhenyuan was depressed for a while.

To be honest, Immortal Zhenyuan really didn't like that fat guy.

However, the sigh just now was more due to the attitude of the giant spirit slaves.

To be so humiliated and yet obedient, this kind of slavishness is the most despairing.

Seeing the appearance of the giant spirit slave, Immortal Zhenyuan couldn't help feeling melancholy, and couldn't help sighing.

Is there something wrong with this?

"Paralysis! Young Master Ben talked to you! You didn't answer! Are you looking down on Young Master Ben?"

Seeing that Immortal Zhenyuan didn't speak, the fat guy was even more upset.

You know, this guy is fat and dressed in rich clothes. Obviously, he is a wealthy and powerful upper class dignitary.

In his eyes, slaves should be obedient and as humble as dogs.

Daxian Zhenyuan dared to be upset with him? How dare you ignore him?

According to the rules of the city, even if he directly killed Immortal Zhenyuan, it would be reasonable!

"I...I didn't..."

Great Immortal Zhenyuan is so self-cultivated, so he naturally doesn't bother to quarrel, but when a scholar meets a soldier, he can't justify it!

"You didn't? Paralyzed! How dare a mere lowly slave talk back!"

The fat man bared his teeth and growled: "Here, what Young Master Ben says is what he says! It's just a matter of saying that Young Master wants you to die!"

"I..." Great Immortal Zhenyuan felt aggrieved.

If it weren't for the fact that he was blocked by the coil because of all his strength, the Great Immortal Zhenyuan would have launched a counterattack even if he was desperate.

The dignified Town Yuan Daxian! The ancestor of the earth immortal, he is the same king as the world, and the Taoist temple only worships the heaven and the earth, and does not worship any saints! Don't even worship Hongjun! No thanks!

Such a character has fallen into such a situation at this moment.

Really regrettable.

"You still refuse to kneel down and admit your mistake!?"

The fat man's eyes turned cold, and he shouted angrily: "Come here! Beat this slut to death! Boss! Come here and settle the score. I want this soul-gathering slave, and the one who was killed will be mine!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

The slave trader ran over with a smile on his face: "Two slaves, a total of 100,000 low-grade Saint Yuan crystals!"

One hundred thousand, two lives!

In the holy city of Ning's, the life of a slave is not as precious as the dog Jingui of a powerful family!

"Wait a minute!"

At this time, Chen Xiaobei had already rushed over, pointing at the Great Immortal Zhenyuan and said, "I want his life! I will pay ten times the price!"

"This..." The slave trader was stunned for a moment, his face full of greed, but he dared not agree.

"Oh shit!"

The fat guy immediately yelled, glared at Chen Xiaobei, and yelled angrily, "Which onion or garlic are you kid? How dare you meddle in my young master's affairs? Don't you know how to write dead?"

Seeing the scene in front of him, even Great Immortal Zhen Yuan was very puzzled, why did this young man who had never met him before come to save him?

"I'm from Wolong Pavilion in the north of the city!" Chen Xiaobei's eyes were fixed, and his pressure was released instantly.

Chen Xiaobei's state of mind was already strong, but after many recent trials, it has improved to a higher level.

At this moment, the coercion was released, and the fat man was so startled that he swallowed wildly and his pupils shrank! It feels like falling into the ice cave of ten thousand years, and the body and mind are about to be frozen.

More importantly, Chen Xiaobei mentioned Chengbei! Crouching Dragon Pavilion!

In fact, when he entered the city just now, Zhao Helong pretended to be a person from Wolong Pavilion, and the guards guarding the city not only let him go immediately, but even dared not even question him!

"You... are you from Crouching Dragon Pavilion?"

The fat man gasped, and quickly jumped off Juling Slave's back, kneeling his head and bending over, like a child who made a mistake, completely cowardly.

"Stop talking nonsense! Will you let the person I want?" Chen Xiaobei asked coldly.

"Let it be!" The fat man nodded like a chicken pecking rice, how dare he say no?

"Boss! Come to collect the money?" Chen Xiaobei said.

"No, no, no... no money!"

The slave trader shook his head like a rattle, and said with a flattering smile, "This slave is nothing special, just treat it as a greeting gift, and honor it to you!"