Although Luo Yang felt ominous in his heart, this place was at least a big city of Yuntian Clan, with a large number of masters guarding it. It should be safe before the sense of crisis really broke out.

However, Luo Yang no longer concealed his slags of Emisia topaz and Bibo jade accumulated on his body. Because the amount was large, he exchanged for several boxes of urgently needed Yuehua stones.

In addition, Luo Yang sold the talisman grass that had recently grown from the palace, and sold it with grass seeds, in exchange for some healing medicines specially developed by the Yuntian clan Medical Sect and the Medical Emperor.

After walking around for a few times, the streets were already shoulder to shoulder, with a lot of people. The merchants took the opportunity to raise prices under the guise of selling, and specifically smashed the Yuntian tribe's big head.

There were always roars outside the city, indicating that the battle was very fierce, but the city became extremely lively and showed a prosperous atmosphere.

When Luo Yang walked back and walked into Yun Shaoqiang's shop again, he was told by the elephant-tender guy that the boss went to the city lord's mansion to get a connection and transfer the goods. At about eight or nine o'clock in the evening, he made a transaction at the No. 5 warehouse in the northwest corner of the trade zone.

"Okay, I will arrive on time." Luo Yang nodded and turned around and left.

When the figure walked away, two figures stood out from behind the screen. One of them was the shop owner Yun Shaoqiang. He stood respectfully beside the other and said, "Young master, it's this human devil. After our investigation, he entered Longying City with a Mo Qing clan's merchant. He should have suffered severe damage, so the clan-level profession mark has been destroyed and he is a waste."

"Hmph, you underestimate him. He has at least three kinds of Taoist seals on his body, and they have been cultivated to a very high level. There is no customer of the Big Banner Clan. He is the one who really wants to buy the Blood Butterfly and the Blood Canglong." The young boy from Yuntian Clan stood with his hands behind his back, with stars turning in his eyes, and a sneer on his face.

"How can this kind of waste actually have a Taoist seal?" Yun Shaoqiang was shocked. His eyesight was naturally not comparable to the young master in front of him, so he believed in what the young master said.

"Call people and get rid of him in the warehouse at night." The young man of Yuntian tribe waved his hand and threw out a black feather.

"A kill order? Issuing a kill order for a mere waste? Young Master, have you made some big fuss?" Yun Shaoqiang didn't understand the boy's behavior very much, and he had a hint of toughness in his voice.

"Idiot, are you questioning me?" The young man's aura rose sharply and he said, "Not only should I issue a killing order, but I also have to prepare things for him. Blood Butterfly, Blood Dragon, and Blood-Striped Beast, must not be missed. Another license to leave the city is forged to avoid this person's suspicion. Remember, this is my order. If something goes wrong in the middle, come and see me."

"Yes" Yun Shaoqiang lowered his head, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He was not as respectful as he seemed. However, since the young master had spoken, he had to do so, otherwise there would be an excuse to remove him.

Time is not long, and Yun Shaoqiang goes on to dispatch it, while the young man of the Yuntian tribe is still standing in front of the screen and sneered: "Idiot is a fool. Do you think this human is easy to take? He is like my young master, with wonderful inspiration, and is much more skillful than my inspiration. Tonight, I will try it out for a chess game and use you to sharpen your body and mind..."

Luo Yang returned to his residence and frowned slightly. He thought about it repeatedly and said, "No, it's not right. When he was in Yun Shaoqiang's shop, someone was secretly observing me. He should have used some kind of great treasure to cover up his tracks."

After thinking for a long time, Luo Yang couldn't help but sigh: "Ah, the Yuntian clan is worthy of the great clan, and he can't see through many places. However, compared with the sense of crisis generated by the wonderful inspiration, the danger in the shop is much worse.

Now we can only walk on thin ice and take one step at a time. In addition, the Yuntian tribe has too strict control over the foreign population, and can only be integrated unless we sign a contract with the governments in the city.

But let’s not talk about the effect of the body-selling contract as Turing Blood Contract, my profession mark is dark and no one wants it. In this way, I’d better hurry to the Yunmo tribe and go to the sun I like to practice.”

Luo Yang has been working very hard these days, but he was poisoned, and it was a poison of despair, which had become an energy insulator. No matter how you use it, your body cannot incorporate a trace of energy. This situation reminded him of what Ye Zi said again.

"The solution lies in yourself. Don't regard your current physical condition as a burden and never let go of the glory of the past. Then this poison will always accompany you, giving birth to all kinds of suffering and all kinds of evil."

Luo Yang has not yet figured out who Ye Zi is. However, when Mo Lingtian was attacked by the scorpion's face, he once called out the Holy Infant, and he should have referred to Ye Zi.

Ming Guangjing didn't know what the Holy Infant was. After all, he lived in the age of Kuian people. There were not so many ethnic groups at that time. At that time, even gods only existed in their imagination.

Today's years are different, and there should be many god-level existences standing under the starry sky, and the professional system reproduces and grows, just like the difference between a tree and a forest. Therefore, the bright light mirror has a good knowledge, but it is also limited.

Luo Yang was puzzled and knew that wandering like this was not a solution. He eventually had to find a place to practice in a subconscious manner and spend a long time trying to solve his own problems.

Just as Luo Yang was sorting out his belongings and preparing for his evening action, he felt that Emisia's Palace was slightly shocked.

"They are awake." As soon as the words fell, the Book of Shadow responded and condensed a figure with black mist in the palace. When the figure fell to the ground, it was no longer different from Luo Yang.

"Who are you?"

The puppet built more than 200 beds around Yingbin Pavilion. An old man stood up tremblingly with the help of two young women, looking at Luo Yang with a few chilling depths.

"My name is Luo Yang. You have become slaves. I bought you from the Yuntian Clan Trade Zone." Luo Yang explained. Because he had become a slave, if he had become a slave, he was in the palace and did not understand the situation outside, and would have been full of doubts after suddenly waking up.

More than 200 people have more than 200 ideas. How could they trust people easily? So if these people want to cause less trouble, they have to let them understand the status quo as soon as possible.

In addition, Luo Yang was more careful and didn't believe these people. After all, people's hearts are separated by their belly. Who knows what these people are?

"Bold, when did we become slaves? It was obvious that someone was harming me." A man suddenly stood up among the slaves, raised his hand and burst into a cold light, and immediately attacked Luo Yang.

With a "bang", Luo Yang was hit and his body floated away, but his head was still there. He was scanning the humans in strange clothes with cold eyes and said, "What does it mean to be good intentions without good rewards? He was bitten hard as soon as he woke up the snake. It's not your fault, I just blame me for being too naive, and I should take heavy measures to deal with you."
Chapter completed!