It was a group of slaves who were about to be sold!
They were of different races, genders, and cultivations …
The only thing they had in common was that they were all wearing a special collar around their necks and chained up.
It looked like a bunch of dogs were chained up.
At this time, there was a fat guy planning to buy a slave from the Giant Spirit Clan.
This slave from the Giant Spirit Clan had the cultivation of a One-star True Sage. He was three meters tall and had a strong physique.
But now, he was kneeling on the ground, and the fat guy who was about to sell him jumped onto his back and rode him like he was riding a horse.
This humiliation was worse than death!
However, the slave of the Giant Spirit Clan obediently crawled around, not daring to resist in the slightest.
"Sigh …"
On the side, another slave could not help but let out a sigh.
This slave's hair was messy, his face was covered in dust, and he was wearing a tattered Taoist robe.
But even so, one could still see that he had a sage-like temperament. His deep eyes seemed to contain heaven and earth, unfathomable.
Most importantly, this Daoist was holding a book in his hand.
His head, face, and body were covered in dust and tattered, but the book in his hand was well preserved.
The pages were the most common A4 white paper that could be found in print shops back on earth.
On the first page, there were four big words and a line of smaller words.
Zhufeng the War God!
Author: Old Leader!
"Grand Deity Zhen Yuan?!"
Chen Xiaobei had never seen Grand Deity Zhen Yuan before, but he was very familiar with the printed version of Zhufeng the War God.
Back then, Chen Xiaobei and Grand Deity Zhen Yuan were on good terms. Every three million words of Zhufeng the War God could be exchanged for a ginseng fruit.
At that time, Chen Xiaobei did not give Grand Deity Zhen Yuan his phone to prevent him from downloading the new version of the book. Instead, he printed out the new version of Zhufeng the Battle Emperor and sent it to Grand Deity Zhen Yuan in a red envelope.
So much time had passed in the blink of an eye, but Grand Deity Zhen Yuan still had a soft spot for this book.
Even though he had fallen to such a state, he still loved this book so much that he could not bear to part with it.
"Zhen Yuan Zi?! It really is him! "
Wen Taoist had seen Immortal Zhen Yuan before, so she asked in surprise, "How did Zhen Yuan Zi reach the Heavenly Saint Land? His cultivation is still at Half Step True Sage, it's impossible for him to come over... "
"Grand Deity Zhen Yuan was ambushed by his good friend, Ancestor Hongyun. During the fight, he fell into the crack in space. I think he was teleported here!"
"I see …" Wen Daoist nodded.
At the same time, Chen Xiaobei had already rushed over. If he did not go to the Grand Deity Zhen Yuan now, he might be in danger.
"Damn it! Why are you sighing? Are you unhappy with this young master? "
The fat man on the back of the Giant Spirit slave glared at Grand Immortal Zhen Yuan and roared.
"I …" Great Immortal Zhen Yuan was depressed.
To be honest, Great Immortal Zhen Yuan really didn't like that fat guy.
However, the sigh just now was more because of the attitude of the Giant Spirit Clan slaves.
Even after being humiliated like this, he was still obedient. This kind of servility was the most despairing.
Grand Immortal Zhen Yuan couldn't help but feel melancholy at the sight of the Giant Spirit Slave and couldn't help but sigh.
Was this also wrong?
"F * ck! I'm talking to you! How dare you not answer me! Are you looking down on me? "
Seeing that Grand Immortal Zhen Yuan was not talking, the fat man was even more upset.
One should know that this guy was fat and dressed lavishly. Clearly, he was a rich and powerful person.
In his eyes, slaves should be obedient and humble like dogs.
How dare Grand Immortal Zhen Yuan be upset with him? How dare he ignore him?
According to the rules of the city, it would be perfectly reasonable for him to kill Grand Immortal Zhen Yuan!
"I … I didn't …"
Grand Immortal Zhen Yuan was a very cultured person. Naturally, he did not want to argue with him. However, when a scholar meets a soldier, there was no way he could argue with him!
"You didn't? F * ck! You're just a lowly slave! How dare you talk back to me! "
Fatty bared his teeth and roared, "Here, whatever this Young Master says goes! If I want you dead, it's just a matter of a word! "
"I …" Grand Immortal Zhen Yuan felt wronged.
If it weren't for the fact that his energy was sealed by the coils, he would have fought back even if it meant his death.
The mighty Grand Immortal Zhen Yuan! The ancestor of Earth Immortals, the ruler of the world. His temple only worshipped the heavens and earth, not any saints! Not even Hong Jun! Not the Heavenly Dao!
How could a person like that be reduced to such a state?
It was truly a pity.
"Still not willing to kneel and admit your mistake?!"
The fat man's eyes turned cold and he barked, "Guards! Beat this lowly slave to death! Boss! Come here and settle the bill. I want this Spirit Gathering Slave. The one you kill is mine too! "
"Yes, yes, yes!"
The slave trader ran over with a smile on his face. "Two slaves for a total of 100,000 low-grade Sacred Vitality Crystals!"
100,000, two lives!
In Ning Holy City, the lives of slaves were not even as precious as the dogs of the rich and powerful!
"Wait!"
Chen Xiaobei had already rushed over. He pointed at Grand Deity Zhen Yuan and said, "I want his life! I'll pay ten times the price! "
"This …" The slave trader was taken aback, his face filled with greed but he did not dare to agree.
"Motherf * cker!"
Then, he stared at Chen and shouted angrily, "Who the hell do you think you are, kid? How dare you interfere in this Young Master's business? Don't you know how to spell the word 'death'? "
Even Great Deity Zhen Yuan was very puzzled when he saw this scene. He couldn't understand why this young man, whom he had never met, would save him.
"I'm from the Crouching Dragon Pavilion in the north of the city!" Chen Xiaobei's eyes focused and his aura was released.
Chen Xiaobei's state of mind was already strong and after many training sessions, it had reached another level.
Now that he released his aura, the fat man gulped and his pupils shrank! It felt like he had fallen into a ten-thousand-year ice cave, his body and mind were about to freeze.
More importantly, Chen Xiaobei mentioned the north of the city! The Crouching Dragon Pavilion!
In fact, when they entered the city, Zhao Helong had pretended to be from the Crouching Dragon Pavilion. The guards not only let him pass, they did not even dare to question him!
"You … You're from the Crouching Dragon Pavilion?"
The fat man took in a deep breath and quickly jumped off the Soul Gathering Slave's back. He knelt on the ground and bent his waist like a child who had done something wrong.
"Cut the crap! Are you going to let me have the person I want? "Chen Xiaobei asked coldly.
"Make way, make way!" The fat guy nodded like a chick pecking rice. How could he dare to say no?
"Boss! Are you here to collect money? "Chen Xiaobei asked.
"No, no, no … No money!"
The slave trader shook his head like a rattle drum and smiled. "There's nothing special about this slave. Just treat it as a greeting gift to you!"
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