Super Dragon Cultivation System

Zhang Xing walked away with five hundred spar crystals. The rest of the game was not related to him, and there was no need to watch.

Out of the wizards' guild, go to a place where no one is running, change the dragon spirit to look like a dwarf, and change (body sh n) clothes to walk on the street, probably more than an hour later, ) It gradually darkened, and at the appointed time, walked towards the Blacksmiths Guild.

At the gate, I happened to meet President Mort, who was rushed back from the Wizards Guild.

"Senior, please take a break here, I'll go back when I go."

Moore invited Zhang Xing into the guest room, and then hurried to the secret place of the black market to inquire after the ceremony.

An hour later, Moult came to the room with a look of excitement.

"Senior, there is good news!"

Hearing the news, Zhang Xingshen (color) didn't act very anxious when he moved. Instead, he took the tea cup on the table and took a small sip.

As he lowered the tea cup, he said lightly, "Say!"

"Senior, there is an auction tonight in the early morning. According to reliable information, some people sell two land demons!"

Mort said mysteriously.

"What is a land demon?"

Zhang Xing frowned.

"Oh! This is the black market jargon, which means to run the dragon! All the words about the dragon in it cannot be said."

"Violators cancel membership and expel the venue."

Mort explained.

Zhang Xing nodded: "Go ahead and call me at some point."

Uh!

Moult had no stomach for a word, and was suddenly stuck.

I thought my predecessors would be interested in the black market (forbidden jin). I could ask a few more words, but I didn't expect to end the conversation directly.

If you think about it, the senior is an expert. I haven't seen anything weird, and it's normal to be uninterested.

...

Just before the early hours of the morning, more than fifty people were gathered in a renovated private house in the west of the Imperial City Wanwu City.

An old man in black glanced at the magic clock: "Time is up, please take out (body sh n) tokens to enter the teleportation team."

"Only one person per token!"

After speaking, the teleportation array under his feet was started.

Everyone knew the rules and walked in sequence in silence. Within five minutes, the room was restored to silence.

In another empty basement, more than fifty people stepped out.

"Senior, this is the temporary base of the black market transaction, which is different every time."

"Everyone who came here drank Yirong Potion or wore a mask, and they didn't know each other's (body sh n)."

"The token is also recognized by the blood. If anyone impersonates, it will be detected before entering the teleportation array."

"Furthermore, the trading venue is strictly forbidden to fight. If there is anyone who does not listen and wants to win, it will cancel the membership of all those present."

Mort could have seized the opportunity and introduced it diligently.

Zhang Xing is really not interested in these and listens indifferently.

Soon, the old man in black came out, glanced at the crowd, and went straight to the subject.

"There is only one item for sale this morning."

"A second-order land monster cub, a third-order land monster cub."

"Look at you!"

With a flick of the wrist, he released two ground dragons from the dragon collar. From the appearance, it looks the same as what I just said.

When seeing only the young dragons of the second and third order, many people's eyes (exposed) show disappointment (color).

If it is domesticated, it will not be decades, but it is not impossible to buy it back for the younger generation of the family, but it is hard to say if they are worthy of training.

"The reserve price is one hundred top-grade spirits and one billion gold coins."

The bidding started, and the cold voice of the old man in black came.