Chapter 802

"Ten thousand is not cheap, but I like it! You're really good at quoting. I have ten thousand on me. Let's make a deal! You've got to get rid of the ban. " Michen handed the stall owner a ring as he spoke.

The stall owner took the ring and immediately said happily, "OK, it's exactly ten thousand. It's a deal!" After that, he lifted the ban on the Xuankong ball and gave it to Michen. After Michen took it, he quickly laid down his ban and put it into the ring.

As soon as the people next to him saw that he really had ten thousand Spirit Crystal pith, they all looked at Michen thoughtlessly, and their mouths couldn't close for a moment.

Michen did not expect that there were really good things in the temporary market. He could not help but became interested and continued to wander, hoping to meet some good things again. But in the next few days, he never saw what he wanted, but he was still willing to hang around.

The next day, MI Chen, who was walking in a leisurely court, suddenly heard several loud voices: "get out of the way, don't get in the way, get out of the way..."

He also unconsciously swept past with a spiritual thought, and saw a dozen people like evil slaves driving away the tourists in the middle of the street. Among them was a young man wearing purple robes. The young man was accompanied by a beautiful woman. They were intimate and comfortable, and had no intention of controlling the slaves.

When the crowd heard the cry, they turned back and saw that the young men in purple robes had changed their faces and retreated to both sides.

"It's a big posture. I'm afraid others won't know you have a dog." As people retreated to both sides, a voice of extreme disdain rang out.

After listening to this, Michen was a little funny. Although the man had a cold face, his speech was very artistic. To his surprise, the man who said this was the young man in gold who was climbing the city wall.

"I don't think you're bored! How dare you laugh at our young master! Beat him... "A slave who seemed to be the leader yelled angrily.

The purple family is also famous in the world, ranking seventh among the top ten forces. They are full of expectations for this competition! In the last new tax competition, Ziheng, the young master of Zijia, was ranked fifth, hoping to win the top three this time.

Ziheng's strength has improved a lot in the past ten years. Although he has only the second level cultivation of xianzunjing, he can win the fifth level of xianzunjing. His strength can't be underestimated. He is really a competitive opponent.

As soon as his voice fell, several slaves ran up, and the young man with purple robes frowned, and his face also showed anger! The beauty around him seemed to have nothing to do with her. Her face was still Ni like, and she didn't even move her eyes. She almost had confidence in the skill of a domestic slave.

The slaves flew out when they were more than ten meters away from the young man in gold. They didn't even know how they were knocked down.

"How dare a few dogs do it! Hum... "Said the young man in gold.

The other slaves were startled. When they saw that the young master didn't stop, they summoned up the courage to rush up.

"Back off!" At this time, a cold cheering came.

The slaves quickly stopped and helped the fallen people back. They looked at Ziheng together. Ziheng ignores them, but stares at the young man in golden clothes coldly. After a moment, he claps his hand calmly, and the mountain air column condenses his hair from his palm to the young man in golden clothes.

The young man in gold was not weak either. He lifted his right hand lightly as if at will. In front of his fist, he turned into a jinmang to Ziheng. In terms of momentum, they were not defeated by each other at all. When the two forces collided, they did not make a huge noise as expected, but each side stepped back.

Purple constant see this palm is not dominant, his double eyebrows close, one step forward to gold dress youth again hand; The young man in gold is not willing to be outdone. He is also stepping forward to compete with Ziheng. He doesn't mean to be afraid. The strong smell of gunpowder on both sides attracted people on both sides to retreat.