Ning Lang was stunned and was stunned, unable to believe: "Three, three hundred silver coins? Who? Who sold me? I am only worth three hundred silver coins? You are not kidding, are you? Come back! That thin man who is as thin as a monkey, come back! Let me know clearly!"

The manager, who had already walked a few meters away, heard the words coming from behind, his face darkened, he turned around and walked forward with his hands in his arms, staring at Ning Lang with a gloomy look: "Fatty, who do you Gangzi say is like a monkey?"

Ning Lang was also a time-conscious person. Seeing the thin man's face was gloomy, he couldn't help but feel shocked. The other party was a mid-stage cultivator in the foundation building stage, so he didn't dare to mess with him. He calmed down and said, "You let me go! I can give you money."

The manager looked at him with contempt and contempt: "Give me money? You are left with this fat body and this worn-out smelly clothes. Where did you get the money?"

"I……"

He glared at him angrily. Just as he was about to speak, he finally realized something was wrong. The spiritual energy in his body seemed to have completely disappeared, and he was like an ordinary person. His foundation-building cultivation seemed to have completely disappeared, which made him feel a little nervous and he swallowed the words he wanted to say.

He is good at being the young master of Ningcheng, and his value is even more unimaginable. But if he told these people about his identity, wouldn’t he be even more dangerous?

Just as his mind was slightly turned, the manager waved his hand: "Take the people down and take a closer look. There will be an auction tonight. Then I will send them all up. This kid is white and fat. I believe someone will be good at this."

When Ning Lang heard this, he widened his eyes: "What's the best thing? Master, I warn you, don't do anything randomly! You'd better let me go soon, otherwise you will regret it! Did you hear it? Let me go soon!"

"Let you go? Dream!" The manager pinched his fleshy face with a smile on his face: "Fatty, it seems that you usually eat well, and this meat grows more than others."

"Old guy, dare to take advantage of your grandfather! Can you pinch your face?" Ning Lang was angry and his hands were locked, so he kicked it directly. Fortunately, the manager avoided the matter quickly, otherwise he would have kicked the crotch. <>

The manager who avoided him had a dark face, clasped his fists and rubbed each other, making a crackling sound. The next moment, he saw him wave his hand and punching Ning Lang hard on the stomach. With a bang, Ning Lang groaned, his face turned red, and his body shrank slightly, as if he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

"You still dare to be wild when you get here? I think you need to clean up! Don't worry about him first, lock him in the ninth iron cage to grind his sharpness. I want to see how wild he dares to be wild in the ninth iron cage!" He snorted heavily, shook his sleeves and asked to leave.

The two strong men took Ning Lang, who had been curled into a ball, into the cage marked with the nine characters, opened the iron cage, pushed him in and locked it.

"What are you doing! Let me out! Let me out! Bastard! Let me out!"

He slapped the iron gate and shouted, but no one paid attention to him at all. Suddenly, he felt a bad dangerous atmosphere behind him, and he turned around carefully. At this glance, his face turned pale, he couldn't help swallowing, and leaned against the iron gate.
Chapter completed!