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Lin Feng didn't know everything that happened after he left the restaurant. Although his sensing ability was very strong, he still couldn't find anyone in the Xuanwu Realm following him.
Lin Feng didn't even know that Mengqing had never left his side and had been following him since he stepped out of the academy.
At this time, the silver mask on Lin Feng's face was put on again, which made him regain that cold feeling. Not only him, but also the Ba Dao beside Lin Feng, who had a mask on his face, but it was indeed bronze. It is ferocious and domineering, but it goes well with the domineering sword.
"Ba Dao, besides the slaves in the prison arena who were auctioned at the auction house and those who died, are there any other places where they flowed?"
Walking on the road, Lin Feng turned his eyes and asked Ba Dao.
"Yes." Ba Dao pondered for a moment, then nodded and said: "Not to mention the slaves who died, the remaining slaves are some elites who can be tamed and will stay on their own, while some are unruly and cannot be tamed. If they are tamed, they will put them in the auction house, and they will not be of much use if they are kept. In addition, there are many slaves, which they will sell to those who need slaves for martial arts. "
Lin Feng glanced at Ba Dao. Needless to say, he knew that this guy must be an unruly and untamable slave.
"Where will it be sold?" Lin Feng asked.
"I don't know." Ba Dao shook his head and said, "I don't have the opportunity to come into contact with their affairs. I just know everything that happens around me."
Lin Feng's eyes showed a trace of thought, but he heard Yi Xue next to him say: "They were sent to the slave trading market. This is no secret. Those nobles will go to the slave trading market as long as they need slaves to practice martial arts. Yuanshi can directly purchase slave martial arts, or exchange them for goods."
"Slave trading market." Lin Feng's eyes narrowed, there was such a place.
"Yixue, take me to see it." Lin Feng said indifferently.
Yi Xue was a little confused, glanced at Lin Feng, then nodded and said, "Okay."
Immediately, Yi Xue lifted her steps and led the way. After a while, the group arrived at the slave trading market.
Standing outside the trading market, Lin Feng looked at the spacious avenue in front of him, but his pupils shrank.
This trading market is clearly a spacious street. On both sides of the street, there are iron prisons. Many slaves are locked in the iron prisons. Outside the iron prisons, the owners of these slaves sit there calmly, waiting. Someone came up to ask about the slave trade.
Here, slaves are equivalent to animals, objects of trade, and do not have any human rights.
These slaves who were branded as slaves may be prisoners of war, death row prisoners, or they may have offended certain nobles and powerful forces and were branded as slaves. For example, the Yunhai Sect had their entire family wiped out, but those who were lucky enough to survive, He was branded as a slave by Duan Tianlang and became a humble slave. He was abused and bullied, and could even die at any time.
Moreover, this slave trading market is very lively. People are constantly walking on the main road in the middle, choosing slaves they value, many of whom are nobles.
Lin Feng and the other three stepped into the trading market, scanning the cells on the left and right. The slaves here include lean ones, strong ones, and even very coquettish and sexy female slaves, who can satisfy some lustful people. Human desire, buy it back and enjoy it.
"Master Feng, most of the slaves here are slaves in the Qi Martial Realm. The martial arts in the Ling Martial Realm are relatively expensive and are monopolized by several big families in the imperial city. In the center of the slave market, do you want to Go check it out.”
At this time, Yi Xue said to Lin Feng, although he didn't know the purpose of Lin Feng's coming here, but with Lin Feng's strength, if he really wanted to buy a slave martial artist, he would naturally choose someone in the spirit martial realm.
"Okay, let's go take a look."
Lin Feng responded and moved forward, but Lin Feng felt uncomfortable all over. The slaves in the prison were staring at them one by one, which made him feel very uncomfortable. Moreover, the eyes of those who sold slaves were also disturbing. Feel disgusted.
After a while, Lin Feng arrived at the center of the slave trading market. Next to him, there was no prison like other places, but a huge building, like a small castle.
"Young Master, this is the largest trading place in the slave trading market. Eighty percent of the slave martial arts in the Lingwu Realm are monopolized by them."
Yi Xue whispered in Lin Feng's ear, and saw a figure staring at Lin Feng and others outside the castle. When she heard Yi Xue calling Master Lin Feng, she also smiled and said: "Master, you need a slave. Are you a martial artist? I guarantee that you will be able to choose a slave martial artist that satisfies you here."
"Take me to see it." Lin Feng said indifferently, his eyes under the silver mask were calm.
"Okay, Master, come with me." The man showed a polite smile and led Lin Feng and the others into the fortress-like ancient building.
This fortress is very wide and very big. Half of the places are locked. All the slave martial arts are inside. They are all sitting lazily on the ground. It seems that Lin Feng and others walked in, and they cast their eyes towards Lin Feng. , Lin Feng suddenly felt an evil aura coming over him.
"Master, you can choose the one you like here. The number of chains on their bodies represents their strength. One chain is the first level of the Lingwu Realm, and five chains is the fifth level of the Lingwu Realm."
The man said to Lin Feng again. Standing outside the prison door, Lin Feng could indeed see the number of chains on the slave martial arts cultivators at a glance, and thus deduce their strength.
"There are more than two hundred slave martial arts cultivators in the Spiritual Martial Realm. The most powerful slaves are those at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm. The master here must be a big force." Lin Feng glanced at these slaves roughly. Two hundred There are many of them, all of them are in the Spiritual Martial Realm, and they are not very old. If you put them outside, they can form a terrifying force and establish a sect.
"Young Master, don't worry. These slaves are all from the Prison Arena. Many of them are prisoners obtained by the Heavenly Wolf King after he destroyed the Yunhai Sect. The Yunhai Sect is a large sect, and many of the people here are among them. The inner disciples, and even some core disciples, will never let you down."
The person next to him said diligently again, which made Lin Feng's eyes slightly condensed under the mask. The disciples of Yunhai Sect really couldn't find a place after wearing iron shoes.
Last time I heard that Duan Tianlang sent the Yunhai Sect's people to the Prison Arena, Lin Feng hoped to find a few former Yunhai Sect's people, so he deliberately came over to take a look.
"Haha, disciple of Yunhai Sect, yes, I just want to go to the hinterland of the Monster Forest this time, and I need some people to clear the way. It seems that I came at the right time."
Lin Feng smiled, making all the slaves' eyes freeze. They stared coldly at Lin Feng to open a way into the hinterland of the monster forest. To put it bluntly, he wanted them to die, this bastard!
"Hehe, the young master came at the right time." The man next to him smiled, but secretly cursed Lin Feng in his heart. He didn't know which family's descendant he was, but he was such an idiot and revealed his purpose.
"What's the price of the slave martial arts here?" Lin Feng asked.
"For the first level of Lingwu Realm, ten middle-grade Yuan Stones; for the second level, thirty middle-grade Yuan Stones; for the third level, eighty, for the fourth level, two hundred, for the fifth level, five hundred, for the sixth level, one thousand."
Lin Feng nodded slightly and said to the slave martial artist in the prison: "Disciples of the Yunhai Sect, stand up and follow me."
When the people next to him heard this, they secretly cursed Lin Feng, what an idiot!
The slave martial cultivators also glanced at Lin Feng indifferently. Since they all knew it was a dead end, who would be willing to go with him? They didn't have the Yun Haizong label on their faces. If they didn't say it themselves, who would know that they were.
Even Ba Dao and Yi Xue next to them didn't understand what Lin Feng was doing.
However, Lin Feng's gaze remained unchanged, with a faint luster flashing in his eyes. He took one of his hands out of his arms and immediately placed it on the iron prisoner.
On one of Lin Feng's fingers was a very ordinary stone ring, which was very inconspicuous, but many slaves in the iron prison felt their hearts tremble when they saw this stone ring.
This ordinary ring would not attract anyone's attention no matter where it is placed. However, many of these slave martial artists have seen it. In the past, this stone ring was worn on the finger of Nangong Ling, the leader of the Yunhai Sect. superior.