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Depressed silence.

Su Yi took a step and came to the golden-robed man.

The man in the golden robe was horrified and said in horror: "You...what are you going to do, the Black Dragon Guard will never let you go!"

Su Yi grabbed his neck, his palms and fingers exerted force, and he knocked him out alive.

Then start the soul search.

"Who is this guy, so domineering?"

The hearts of the spectators were trembling, and they were all shocked by Su Yi's neat thunderbolt technique.

After half a sound.

Su Yi retracted his consciousness and frowned.

This guy named Jin Yuanmu is a notorious slave trader. In his memory, there is nothing that Su Yi wants to know.

The boy named Fang Han is like that Bierling clan.

It was one of a group of slaves that Jin Yuanmu purchased from an underground black market in Bailuzhou, and then brought it to the Black Dragon Market for sale.

As for why Fang Han became a slave, Jin Yuanmu does not know.

"It seems that this matter can only be asked about the boy named Fang Han."

Su Yi secretly said.

The descendants of the Bierlings have become slaves!

While this made Su Yi furious, he also realized that after a lapse of time, some kind of drastic change had already taken place in the Biao Spirit Clan.

"A daring madman, who dares to make trouble in the Black Dragon Market, no matter who you are, you will be captured immediately, or you will be killed!"

Suddenly, a violent shout resounded.

A group of black dragon guards came from a distance, all dressed in black black armor, with a chilling breath.

He was led by a tall and arrogant man, holding a sharp halberd, and his body was filled with aura that belonged to the real immortal level of the virtual realm.

The man in the golden robe had woken up from the coma and shouted excitedly: "Deacon Wu, help!"

In the nearby area, an old man couldn't help but persuade: "Your Excellency, it's better to stop. If you offend Heilongwei, you will really have no way to survive."

Su Yi snorted, and his palms exerted force.

Boom!

The figure of the man in the golden robe turned into a handful of ashes, and the body and spirit were destroyed.

Everyone trembled, almost suspecting that they were wrong.

This is the Black Dragon Market, and the characters of Xianjun have to act according to the rules. ?

The group of black dragon guards have arrived, and when they see this scene, their faces are gloomy.

Boom!

He raised the halberd, and was about to start.

But at this moment, he was stunned, motionless, and his expression kept changing.

Sometimes shocked, sometimes bewildered, sometimes horrified

This unusual scene left everyone confused and confused, what is the situation?

"Boss, what's the matter with you?"

A black dragon guard couldn't help asking.

I saw the tall man who claimed to be Wu Qingtian with a quiver all over his body, as if he was awake.

Afterwards, under the stunned gazes of all the people, Wu Qingtian trotted all the way to Su Yi, clasped his fists and saluted: "Wu Mou is ashamed, he didn't understand the situation, so he took a shot, and I hope your Excellency Atonement!"

Everyone: "???"

This is the deacon of the Black Dragon Guard, a true immortal in the virtual realm.

Before, he was murderous and aggressive, how did he seem to have changed in a blink of an eye?

The black dragon guards who came with Wu Qingtian were also dumbfounded, what is the boss doing?

Apologize to a murderer who trampled the rules of the Black Dragon Market?

Su Yi thought about it, thinking of Feng Yeyun, the owner of Buqi, who took the initiative to go to the inn last night and apologized to him in person.

Undoubtedly, someone must have secretly reminded Wu Qingtian to stop Wu Qingtian from doing it, and make Wu Qingtian's attitude change completely!

Thinking of this, Su Yi looked around, but in the end he didn't find any characters worthy of attention.

"Then what do you think about today's affairs?"

Su Yi asked.

Wu Qingtian took a deep breath and said solemnly: "These slave traders are notorious, sinful, and guilty, and your actions can be described as acting on behalf of the heavens, which is very pleasing!"

Everyone's eyes were dazed for a while, and they all suspected that they had heard it wrong.

Just outrageous!

"So I can go now?"

Su Yi asked again.

Wu Qingtian hurriedly said: "This is natural. Speaking of which, Wu should apologize to your Excellency, and I ask for your understanding..."

Su Yi interrupted with a smile: "No need."

Speaking, he walked directly to the young man named Fang Han, waved his hand to break the chains imprisoned on the young man's neck, hands and feet, and said, "Let's go."

Fang Leng hummed: "Okay, anyway, the young master is not afraid of death, I want to see, what tricks do you want to play!"

Su Yi:

Undoubtedly, this young man also regards him as a person who harbors evil intentions.

Su Yi smiled without explaining, and walked into the distance.

Fang Han gritted his teeth and followed.

Until the two figures disappeared, Wu Qingtian couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat, and then he completely relaxed.

Then, he glanced at the spectators around him and shouted: "What are you looking at, get out!"

The spectators dispersed.

A black dragon guard couldn't help but stepped forward and said, "Boss, what did you just..."

"Where's the crap!"

Wu Qingtian's eyes were cold, glanced at the black dragon guards, and said solemnly, "Today's events, as if nothing happened, later you will warn those traders who often sell slaves here, since now In the future, you must not come to the Black Dragon Market again, otherwise, see one and kill one!"

Everyone was awe-inspiring, aware of the seriousness of the problem, and took their orders in awe.

Inn.

Qingwei couldn't help being surprised when she saw Su Yi returning with a ragged, blood-covered boy.

Immediately, she seemed to see something and said in surprise, "Young Master, is this little guy a descendant of the Bier Spiritual Clan?"

Su Yi said: "Yes, do you know the current situation of this clan?"

Qing Wei was keenly aware that Lord Dijun seemed to be feeling a little gloomy, she couldn't help being awe-inspiring, she thought about it for a moment, and said, "As far as I know, this family suffered heavy casualties during the Immortal Fallen Era, and it is suspected that only part of them were killed. The clan has survived in the world, and in the years that followed, I never heard any news about this clan, if the young master brought this little guy back today, I would have thought that this clan would have been destroyed."

As soon as he said this, Fang said coldly: "As long as my sister and I live, my Bishen clan will never perish!"

The boy's pale and thin face was full of determination.

Su Yi's heart sank, and he said, "So, you and your sister are the only two left in your bizarre clan?"

Fang Han's temperament is obviously very stubborn, and he is not afraid of death. He stares at Su Yi fearlessly, and says, "Why should I tell you?"

Su Yi sighed and saw that the boy was full of wariness of himself.

At this point, no matter what you ask, it is impossible to get an answer.

"Look."

Su Yi raised his fingertips and outlined them in the void.

In the blink of an eye, a strange and mysterious pattern emerged as the wisps of aura interlaced, it was a divine beast, stepping on the nebula, holding its head high and roaring, and countless stars fell.

The young man opened his eyes wide, as if in disbelief, "You... how could you thief know the secret method of concluding the 'First Ancestor Totem' of my Bier Spiritual Race?"

The ancestor totem, just outline it, it can reflect and awaken the bloodline power in the descendants of the Biqiu!

In the past, only the elders with advanced cultivation could master it.

Su Yi wiped it with his fingertips, and the totem turned into a light rain and disappeared, "I have an old relationship with your Bieluo, and that's why I will spare no expense to save you."

Fang Han's expression was cloudy for a while, and after a while, he sneered: "I can't trust you! My sister said that my ancestors have guarded the frontier battlefield for generations, and killed an unknown number of foreign demons, for the sake of the fairy world. He has made great achievements in battle. But in the end, it is not those alien demons who harm my clan, but the people from this fairyland!"

Speaking, the boy's eyes were red and bloodshot, his face was full of uncontrollable grief and hatred, he gritted his teeth and said, "Sister also said that this person from the fairy world is unreliable!"

"So, no matter what you say, I won't believe it!"

"If you want to kill or cut, you can do what you want, and see if the young master will frown!"

After saying that, the teenager pursed his lips, his face was full of stubbornness, and he stopped talking.

Qingwei was stunned, her charming and beautiful eyes showed a touch of pity.

How many ups and downs and hardships did this young man have to encounter before he was disappointed by the entire fairyland?

How many times should I be deceived before I no longer trust anyone?

Su Yi was silent for a while, and said, "Qingwei, take him to wash, change clothes, and heal his wounds."

"Yes!"

Qingwei nodded.

Fang Han was stunned, obviously surprised, and immediately sneered: "You want to use your kindness to influence me? Delusional! Young master will not be fooled!"

Qingwei couldn't help but smile, and took the boy out of the room.

Su Yi sat in the rattan chair silently, took out the jug and took a sip, but he felt that the immortal brew in his mouth was so bland and tasteless.

He let out a long sigh and murmured, "Wang Ye, even if your emotions and memories didn't affect me, I would never stand idly by in this matter!"

In the past, for the sake of all beings in the immortal world, the Biao Ling clan guarded the seventh-day pass for generations, and in the fight against the alien demon clan, they paid an unknown amount of life and blood.

To this day, this clan is almost destroyed and withered, and even the clan has become slaves and sold!

It's ridiculous!

Su Yi felt a sting in his heart when he thought of the **** boy Fang Han being imprisoned in a cage and being offered and sold like goods.

Those who persecuted the Bier Spiritual Race deserve to die!

"I, Su Yi, avenge this revenge!"

Su Yi whispered in his heart, his eyes were deep and calm.

Not long after, Qingwei returned with Fang Han.

The boy has changed into clean clothes, his long messy hair is tied behind his head, the wounds on his body have also healed, and no scars can be seen.

It's like a different person.

Lonely wolf.

In his arms, he was holding a bunch of torn and blood-stained clothes, which were the old clothes he just changed.

Blood.

The humiliation and hatred suffered by teenagers.