By chance, it was Wanxiang Tower again.

Zhou Dechuan continued: "I don't know who was offended by the strong man a few days ago, but hundreds of branches were destroyed. It was already severely damaged. I don't know if the branch of Huangsetian has opened."

Zhuo Buqun smiled. The reason why Wanxiang Tower suffered such huge losses was his. However, this incident involved the ancient tribe of Purple Heaven, so outsiders naturally had no way to know.

Zhuo Buqun left Hongyun Hall and flew towards the high altitude of the orange sky.

At the end of the orange sky, a barrier was encountered. Zhuo Buqun activated the bracelet and released the light and shadow of the instrument. He passed the barrier very smoothly and entered the yellow sky.

The yellow sky belongs to the third level of the Hun Tian Realm, and the aura in the world is obviously much higher.

However, it looks far less prosperous than the two levels of the sky below. That is because the restrictions on entering the yellow sky are relatively strict. If you don’t have a necessary identity, Dou Xuan will not be able to enter here.

Zhuo Buqun came to the street market of Yellow Catholic City and was lucky. The Vientiane Building Branch here was not destroyed by Yan Shijiu, and the door was still open.

A few days ago, Yan Xingyu was furious and became a lover. He was determined to destroy more than 100 branches of Wanxiang Tower. The Wanxiang Tower not only suffered heavy losses, but also had a huge reputation.

Therefore, the business of Wanxiang is very deserted. Zhuo Buqun entered the hall of Wanxiang Building. The entire hall was empty, and there was no customer except the people from Wanxiang Building.

When he saw the guest, a middle-aged man who looked extremely smart immediately came up.

When the middle-aged man saw Zhuo Buqun's young and unpretentious appearance, he felt disappointed, but he still asked politely: "I'm the surname Yang, and I'm the manager of the lobby of Wanxianglou. What do you need for this guest?"

Zhuo Buqun said: "Buy slaves."

The manager surnamed Yang was so energetic that those who could afford slaves were not ordinary customers. He immediately took Zhuo Buqun to a counter in the hall.

There are hundreds of jade slips displayed at the counter. Each jade slip stores detailed information about a slave, and the price is clearly marked.

A slave at the low level Dou Xuan height, priced from 10,000 to 50,000 Huntian coins, while a high level Dou Xuan is as high as hundreds of thousands.

There are also many slaves from Douluo, several of whom are as powerful as the three elders of Lingmeng Sect, but the price is amazing, and the lowest is one million Huntian coins.

Manager Yang said diligently: "All slaves are here. If the guest likes you, you can take you to the back and see it in person. If you are satisfied, the guest only needs to pay 30% of the deposit, and Wanxianglou will arrange people to send the slaves to the designated place of the guest.

I wonder how many slaves the guests need to buy?”

"Pick one or two."

Manager Yang's enthusiasm was immediately reduced by half. If Zhuo Buqun only bought one or two Douling-level slaves, he would not make any money at all, which would be a waste of so much saliva.

"A slave of the rank of Dou Zun?

The price is only two million Huntian coins?”

Zhuo Buqun couldn't help but get surprised when he saw the level and price of slaves marked under a jade slip.

A fighter with the height of Dou Zun can be regarded as a master in any star field.

It is not surprising that Zhuo Buqun can actually see a slave of Douzun here, and the price is so low.

Zhuo Buqun grabbed the jade slip, and the information inside was immediately perceived by consciousness.

This slave named Batou is a low-level Dou Zun. As for why the price is so low, there is no way to know.

"This slave is unruly and unruly. He has rebelled against the Lord many times. If you can make him follow you willingly, two million Huntian coins will belong to you!"

Manager Yang's tone was obviously sarcastic.

He obviously did not think that Zhuo Buqun could produce so many Huntian coins, nor did he think that Zhuo Buqun could tame a slave of Dou Zun.

"Take me to see!"

Zhuo Buqun decided to go and see this slave first. If he could tame him, he would make a lot of money by buying a Douzun-level slave for two million Huntian coins.

At this time, a large group of people surrounded a young man wearing a golden crown and a brocade robe walked in from outside the Vientiane Tower.

The young man showed a sense of nobleness in his every move, wearing precious treasures and star soldiers, and he was obviously rich, and he was not ordinary rich.

Manager Yang's eyes lit up, he left Zhuo Buqun and trotted towards the young man all the way.

Zhuo Buqun frowned. The people from Wanxiang Tower were too snobbish.

"Guest, what do you need?"

A maid came to Zhuo Buqun's side and said timidly.

The waitress has beautiful eyebrows and is not old, but she has a slave seal between her eyebrows. She is obviously a slave who works in the Wanxiang Tower.

"Take me to see this slave."

Zhuo Buqun asked his maid to take him to a place behind the Wanxiang Building where slaves were sold.

On a huge empty venue, hundreds of people were sitting cross-legged, with slave seals on their eyebrows and different auras.

These slaves are all consciousness bodies condensed by consciousness entering the Huntian Realm. They have been planted with slave seals, so they are not afraid of them running away, and no one is taking care of them around.

"That tall man is Badou. Be careful with the guests. Badou has a bad temper, so don't have guests."

The maid pointed at a big man in the field and carefully reminded Zhuo Buqun.

The big man looked in his forties, with his upper body naked and covered in scars. Even his face was extremely tall. Sitting there, he was even one head taller than some standing slaves, giving people a feeling of being unshakable.

The great man has a majestic and majestic aura, and he is a real Dou Zun powerhouse.

When many slaves saw Zhuo Buqun's arrival, some looked idly and some were full of hatred, but only Batou sat there with her eyes closed like a mountain, without moving.

Zhuo Buqun walked to Badun and glanced at him, feeling extremely satisfied with the slave.

After looking at Batou for a moment, Zhuo Buqun said, "Why do you like to betray the Lord?"

Badon turned a deaf ear and sat there motionlessly.

Zhuo Buqun said, "Follow me, as long as you don't rebel against the Lord, I can give you what you want."

"Rebel?"

Battu finally opened his eyes, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes, grinning, revealing his white teeth, like a beast with fangs exposed.

"My relatives and tribesmen live well in the stars that have lived for generations. All women, children, old and weak are killed by you. I am caught here by you and force me to be a slave to you. If I resist, will I be rebel?"

"My son, with a talented man, was a noble military commander, but he had to become a slave to others.

I am a slave and my son is also a slave. Why should I be enslaved willingly?"

“I want freedom, I want my son to be free, I want to return to my hometown, I want to kill those slave traders.

Can you give it to me?"

Batun stared at Zhuo Buqun, his eyes full of grief, resentment, and endless ridicule.

Zhuo Buqun was silent.

If you are weak, you will be enslaved by others. The strong can enslave others. The strong will survive the strong. This is a common law in any world and will remain unchanged forever.

Batou sneered: "Boy, why don't you talk anymore?"

Zhuo Buqun said to the maid: "I bought this slave."

Then he looked Battu's eyes and said in a confident tone: "I can satisfy you everything you say, the condition is to serve me for ten years!"

Battu was stunned, then sneered, closed his eyes again, obviously not believing Zhuo Buqun's words.

At this moment, a sarcastic voice came from behind: "Where did the madman come from? What a big tone!"
Chapter completed!