Chapter 122

Lu Jiang took out a silver token from his pocket and gave two guards a look. The two guards' faces immediately showed awe and hurriedly went to the front of the big iron gate to open the door for the three.

The lock on the iron door is a fingerprint lock. After two people walk past, they press each fingerprint, and the lock is slowly opened.

One of them took the fingerprint lock off and opened the iron door. On the other side of the iron door, several men in black suits appeared in front of them.

"Name:??"

"Accomplishments: the first stage of Yipin

mental strength: 0.8"

"Name:??"

"Accomplishments: the first stage of the second level

mental strength: 0.9"

"Name:??"

"Accomplishments: second level middle level

mental strength: 0.9"

There are eight first-class martial artists in the middle and early stages of the second-class competition. They are a bit bullish!

Ye Ziheng is now more and more interested in the so-called martial trade field. He must be a big force if he can use so many martial artists as gatekeepers.

The three men walked slowly under the gaze of several martial artists. Li ruohai and Lu Jiang seemed to have been used to this scene. They looked indifferent, without any difference.

But ye Ziheng is the opposite of them. Some of them are afraid of their hands and feet, and some of them walk unnaturally.

However, it's no wonder that ye Ziheng is still walking in front of so many warriors for the first time. How much will he not adapt to it.

Not far in front of them was another iron door, much bigger than the one just there. After a short walk, several people came to the iron door.

Lu Jiang still picked up his token, and the second level monk nodded. Then several first level martial artists behind him opened the fingerprint lock, removed the lock and opened the door.

"Go in."

The two martial artists said coldly that there was no emotion in the cold tone.

Lu Jiang did not hesitate, and he went in with ye Ziheng with a calm face.

Just walked into the world at the other end of the iron gate, ye Ziheng suddenly felt a light in front of him. At the other end of the iron gate, a noisy world appeared in front of Ye Ziheng, and people shouted everywhere.

"Sell the elixir, ten year's ginseng, only three Wen Runyu!"

"Sell the animal pet, the descendant of wolf demon who contains the power of blood, as long as five Wen Runyu!"

"Selling pills, semi-finished" strong body pill ", as long as 50 Wen Runyu!"

There are many peddlers, including those who sell pills, pet animals, elixirs, weapons, pills, wenrunyu and so on.

However, ye Ziheng roughly glanced at them and found that most of the pills sold by these people were semi-finished pills, which could not even afford a better and complete pill.

"Why don't you have a good pill here?"

Ye Ziheng asked.

Lu Jiang looks at ye Ziheng after listening, but he laughs instead of talking.

Li ruohai, on the other hand, stood up and explained.

"The number of martial artists is not large, only a few million people, and the number of people who cultivate spiritual power is even less, and the number of people who can finally become a psychic master to refine pills is even less. In addition, the alchemists are not able to succeed every time, and the refined pills are not able to succeed every time, which leads to the extreme scarcity of pills in the market."