Six hundred miles north of Tianshui City, there is a vast sea of ​​sand.

The moonlight is like water, shining on the delicate gravel, reflecting a cool light.

In this deserted desert, there are bonfires everywhere, with crowds of people, heavy figures, and alcohol, making it very lively.

If any locals saw this scene, they would probably have been scared to death, but because the situation in front of them really turned aside.

In this desert with few people and extremely water-deficient desert, not to mention humans, even drought-tolerant desert plants are extremely scarce, but this market is just like the common market. It is hard not to associate it, either a mirage or the legendary ghost market.

However, this market that goes against common sense does not belong to the above two types, just because the owner of this market is called Wanyingge, a very famous multinational business in the world of martial artists. It has a strong background and a very open business, covering all countries, and its wealth is immeasurable.

It is precisely because the market here is opened by Wanying Pavilion that everything is reasonable, because all the people who drink and have fun in this market are life-long warriors that ordinary people cannot contact.

It is precisely because this market is a market for warriors, and everything that goes against common sense is reasonable. For ordinary people, the drought and lonely desert is just a little effort for warriors who have become extraordinary.

Compared with the upcoming wealth, this trouble is not worth mentioning.

It was on this lively night that two men and women and four men walked into the market. First, one of them was wearing a royal blue gown, black hair was as black as ink, and a sharp edge like a knife and an axe, exuding a masculine spirit. Following him were two girls dressed as maids, one tall and one short. One of them was only twelve or twelve years old, with a round and chubby face, very cute.

Walking behind the three of them was a short and strong man with a black robe and a rock-tough muscle that stretched his robe as tight as a rock. He had a fleshy face, but he followed the young man honestly as a guard, with fierce eyes and staring vigilantly at any stranger who was close to the young man around him.

Needless to say, this group of people was Zhao Han and his group.

After leaving Xingbo Grassland, they worked tirelessly and finally arrived here six hours later. At the request of several sects in Bingzhou, Wanying Pavilion was located in a stronghold in the wilderness, more than 30 miles away, which is the ruins of the Jingjue Ancient City, which is the location where the Jingjue Secret Realm will appear in two days.

As for the final outcome of nearly 200,000 people on the Xingwa Grassland, according to Zhao Han's plan, it was to eliminate all evil and eliminate roots. However, the two soft-minded women followed Qingya and Qingyu, buzzing like flies, and Zhao Han was so upset that he handed over the last fewer than 80,000 women, children, and elderly and weak to the two girls to deal with.

However, Zhao Han, the young and strong man who finally ordered the elderly, weak, women and children to break the back, did not give the two girls any face and directly fed the insects in front of them. It was really because these fragments were too bad, no different from animals, or were wasting food and polluting the air. It would be better to simply eliminate them directly.

At this point, Zhao Han had no concern about the two women possessed by the Virgin Mary. When his thoughts changed, the blood light spread and he pounced on the spot. Hundreds of young and strong men with silk died. The essence of the body was swallowed up by the Blood Shadow Gu. In the end, only sheets of thin paper were left, and the strange and ferocious human skin covered the grassland.

As for what impact will be caused by being discovered in the future, how many people will be scared, and how many ghost stories will be compiled by others, that is not what Zhao Han considered. What's more, in order to keep a low profile, he finally carried out the finishing work. In short, no one can see any abnormality.

Speaking of which, after Zhao Han and his group entered the stronghold opened specifically for the Jingjue Secret Realm, the lively coming towards him was a little surprised. Looking around, the market covers an area of ​​nearly 1,000 acres. In addition to units such as restaurants, inns and stations that are not much different from ordinary markets, they also opened a special market to provide a place for trading for the martial artists living here.

"Oh, is there a small auction house over there?"

Zhao Han's eyes swept across the market, his spiritual sense dispersed, and found that the martial artists who set up stalls were relatively low in strength. Perhaps Ling Yun was really good, and the items placed on the stalls were mostly defective. Even if some of them seemed to be ancient and had a flash of inspiration, they were just clumsy fakes in Zhao Han's eyes.

"It seems that I have no life to get a bargain."

After a moment, Zhao Han retracted his spiritual consciousness and showed a small depressed look on his face. It seemed that he had read novels in his previous life. Whenever the protagonist passed by a street stall, he could always find good things from a pile of waste, either a golden finger, a powerful inheritance, or an important clue of something. Why was it his turn to have nothing, and it was all garbage?

"Can I not be the protagonist? Or am I the protagonist with super low luck?"

Zhao Han couldn't help but complain, and then walked towards the small auction house in the market with Qingya Qingyu and Black Tornado.

It is called an auction house, but in fact it is a relatively large tent, covering about dozens of acres of land, luxurious and atmospheric. Just from the scattered spirit of the tent, the materials used in this tent are at least real-class, and some key components are even made of precious materials of the dan-level.

The materials used in the tent can easily block the attack of the martial artists below the Baodan. This is not counting the bonus of the complex and powerful talismans engraved in the tent. If the power of the talismans engraved on the tent is included, even the ordinary Baodan Fate Martial Arts cannot break the tent with the strength they use.

Such powerful protection is just a unit in a stationed site sent by Wanying Pavilion at random. The wealth and profoundness of Wanying Pavilion can be seen.

Leading Qingyu and the other two into the tent, Zhao Han felt a faint spiritual pressure coming from the top of the tent, majestic and majestic, like a mountain pressing on his head, making people dare not act rashly.

"There is a Mingwu from the First Spirit Realm in this camp." Zhao Han roughly judged the other party's strength as soon as he felt it, but he didn't see any movement. He was like a willow swaying in the wind. He actually swayed his body in the middle of the journey and cleverly removed the spiritual pressure that was pressing against the top.

"Don't cause trouble, keep it low profile. Let's take care of the things we don't have to use before we can leave. I probably don't want anything here."

At this moment, Zhao Han noticed the abnormality behind him. He quickly turned around and waved his hands at the two girls Qingya Qingyu who flashed in his eyes. He took a step back and held the two girls with one hand, and smiled and said, "I'll bear it for the time being, and I'll talk about it when the matter is over."
Chapter completed!