Xin Tianyou smiled and said:

"I have never heard of such a giant. Maybe he was caused by nuclear radiation and later grew up in the revival of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. I guess after he got into the sword, he used his lifelong skills to make a shocking roar. The land collapsed and the living beings died. You go out and remind your comrades first, don't conflict with Song Changjing. He is now controlled by me, and it is of great use."

Zhou Rong clasped his fists and said:

"yes."

Then he took out the scythe, lit the candle, and left.

Xintian walked forward and stared at the giant's forehead with burning eyes.

On the top of the dusty skull, the small sword only exposed a little bit of the hilt, like a rusty piece of iron, and like an inconspicuous rotten nail.

The sharp aura comes from it, like a sharp sword and steel needle.

After studying it, Xin Tianyou understood.

The giant's opponent is probably a great sword cultivator, and the one who pierces his forehead is a flying sword.

He jumped up and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

The fingers were instantly shocked, but they did not let go, and they pulled them away.

Boom...

The giant's bones lost their balance and fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.

Xin Tianyou held the small sword and looked carefully in the candlelight.

The sword body is only long with the middle finger, as bright as a mirror, and the light flows, making people's eyes hurt.

The tingling feeling in my mind became stronger and stronger...

It seems that when I see a peach that will last forever after eating it, every cell is extremely hungry and thirsty, and instinctively cheering and anxious.

He had seen similar records in the Taoist sect and understood.

The sword emits a sword energy and murderous aura, but the most powerful one is the spiritual attack power.

In scientific terms, it is the power of thought. In the words of Taozang, it is the power of spiritual consciousness, also called the power of thought.

The martial arts shooting in the air relies on the majestic aura.

The sword cultivator relies on the control of flying swords, but not on the true qi, but on the power of thought and magic, which are much more advanced.

The giant's vitality is extremely tenacious. After the small sword is inserted into the top of the skull, it explodes dyingly, and its mental power is poured into the sword to fight against the sword cultivator's mental power.

After thousands of years of entanglement and fighting, these two spiritual forces of different natures gradually merged into one. The characteristics disappeared, the impurities precipitated, and they were stewed into a pot of gentle Ten-to-Good Nutrition Soup, with the effect equivalent to more than 30 evil ghosts "old masters" in Fengxi Valley.

The flying sword seemed to have become a miniature electromagnetic wave emission base station, radiating energy outward.

It is correct to install a thick golden nanmu door that blocks spiritual consciousness. The leaked mental power cannot penetrate the mountain, but can run out through the gaps. No wonder the soldiers have nightmares.

Xin Tianyou's thoughts moved, and the little dragon was born out of thin air.

This guy didn't need any commands at all. He instinctively narrowed his body and drilled into the small gap at the tip of the sword. After a minute, he flew out again, his body condensed a little, and he fell into his mind.

Xin Tianyou let go of his hand, and the small sword fell and fell into pieces.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and entered a state of meditation. If there is intention, if there is no intention; if there is thought, if there is no thought...

Half an hour later, a loud roar like the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and thunder and lightning flashed. Gods and Buddhas, demons and monsters whispered, forming a white noise. The vast worlds twisted and deformed, fading down the surface layer by layer...

Wow!

Slash out the path of immortals with both hands, open your eyes to see the world!

Xin Tianyou said lightly, and suddenly opened his eyes, and his divine light shone brightly. He advanced to the peak of the God of Killing and became an invincible existence under the saint.

The sky eye is opened!

Under his concentration, the black and deserted cave was vividly remembered like daylight.

The screen-like rock cracked, and the gaps that were not much thicker than the needle thread expanded like a grand canyon. A spider as big as a needle tip was as huge as a monster, with furry legs trembling, and his eyes stared vigilantly.

...

The next morning, at 10:30 in Shanyin Baonu City.

Manager Luo hurried into the elegant room and saw a tall scholar in white robe admiring the calligraphy and paintings on the wall with his hands on his back. He couldn't help but feel disappointed.

I thought that some big customer came and focused on receiving the big manager. It turned out that there was nothing to do with the scholar.

Scholars are stupid and like to pretend to be noble the most and rarely appear in slave markets.

I was short of money, but I was still so sad and had high requirements. I bought a maid, but I wish I could be young and beautiful, know my writing and play the piano and flute.

I spent money on the fire girl and wanted to take away a daughter, bah!

But everyone comes to the guests, and they meet each other. As a standard businessman, although Luo Tong was not happy, he squeezed a smile on his face and bowed:

"The manager Luo Tong, I have met the young master."

Xin Tianyou turned around and briefly ordered:

"close the door."

Luo Tong was stunned, put away his underestimation, and gently closed the door as he spoke, and said:

"Young Master, please have tea, let's chat slowly."

After the two of them sat down, Luo Tong picked up the tea and signaled.

The other party asked straight to the point:

"How many young, strong women and children are there here?"

Luo Channel:

"Young Master laughed. All the young and strong women and children in the slave market are five or six hundred. The old and sick are not sold."

The other party said "yes" and said:

"I bought them all, how much does it cost?"

Luo Tong was shocked and almost squirted out a bite of tea. It was probably a human trafficker. But it is unheard of for a human trafficker who is so big in business.

He was about to say more, but he glanced at the other party intentionally or unintentionally, and his heart was as if he had been seen through. He had to put down the teacup and answer honestly:

"A strong laborer costs ten taels of silver, and the slave market will charge 20% of the commission. If the lord's deed tax is included, it will take at least 13 taels. If it is a female slave, the difference will be huge. A girl who burns fire only costs six taels of silver, and a young and beautiful girl can do it at least 40 to 50 taels. If she comes from a scholarly family, she must be a hundred taels..."

Xin Tianyou interrupted the other party impatiently and said:

"Okay, okay, just say a total."

"This... the details need to be checked. The young master is sure that everything is needed, and he won't choose it anymore? Once the transaction is completed, he can't go back on his word."

"Stop talking, go quickly, and call my five servants outside in by the way."

Luo Tong is quite knowledgeable and it is the first time he has experienced such a happy big business. He can't believe his ears. He was afraid that the God of Wealth would run away, so he said as he walked:

"Please wait a moment, it will be a few minutes."

After a while, Luo Tong led Zhou Rong and five others in first. He took out a booklet and handed it over, nodded and said:

"Young master, there are 463 people in total. After 95% off, a total of 9,000 taels of silver is required. You check it first, and then make an appointment for a time to deliver it."

He speculated that the other party was a human trafficker, so he deliberately did not ask for his name.

Xin Tianyou flipped over and said:

"No, I'll give it to you now and take the people away. I have to arrange the carriage and horses by the Grand Manager Lauro...that's all?"

Delivery now, where is the silver hidden?

Luo Tong was stunned and then burst into laughter. At least hundreds of men needed to escort slaves, and I guess Yinzi and people were staying outside.

"Report to the young master, Wangjiazhuang was confiscated three days ago, and Wang Fei, the owner of the manor, had just been booked by a customer."
Chapter completed!