Chapter 38 Slave Market

Before Mufeng approached, the noisy sound like a vegetable market filled Mufeng's ears, with all kinds of hawking, and some people who pulled guests would say a few words to Mufeng from time to time, probably to introduce how good their slaves there, where they came from, the most affordable price and so on.

"Brother, I have the best slave there. Would you like to have a look?" A tender voice came to Mufeng's ears.

Turning around and looking back, a thin body reflected in the eyes of the wind. The little boy was only wearing a very thin dress, ** the dazzling scar on his arm outside, which was obviously a scar left by being beaten.

Seeing that Mu Feng didn't talk to him, the little boy was also a little anxious and pleaded a little, saying, "Big brother, please, if I can't find a guest today, I will be beaten again."

Huh? Then I'll go with you." Unexpectedly, it was such a situation. Seeing the poor appearance of the little boy, Mu Feng decided to go and have a look. Although Mu Feng is not a good person, since he was met by himself, as the lord of a city, he always had to understand the people's feelings.

Following the little boy, he came to a strange man. As soon as the strange man saw the little boy bringing guests to himself, he immediately grinned and said, "This gentleman, I'll take you to the back. If you like it, I'll give it to you at the lowest price."

Mu Feng nodded slightly as acquiescence, and the strange man was overjoyed.

Under the leadership of a strange man, Mu Feng came to a basement. In a very dark and humid place, there were dozens of people squatting on the ground in this small place of dozens of square meters, all with their heads down. When they saw someone coming in, only a few people raised their heads.

"Boss, look..." The strange man said to Mu Feng.

As slaves, how miserable their fate is. They have no freedom and can only follow the orders of their masters. From the moment they become slaves, their self-esteem will be ruthlessly trampled on by people. You rarely meet good masters here.

A pair of empty eyes swept over these figures faintly, and a pair of empty eyes attracted Mu Feng. There were no pupils in these eyes, but from his eyes, it was obvious that the other party saw him. What kind of situation is this? The sixteen-seven-year-old teenager's body is very thin, and his facial expression is always very simple.

"Boss, where did that little guy come from?" Mu Feng pointed to the teenager just now and asked the man.

"He came with me on the road. I don't know exactly where he came from." The man replied.

"Isn't he the slave you bought?" Mu Feng asked in surprise.

"No, last time a certain employer spent money to take the teenager away. You know what happened. His arms were useless. Later, the employer found someone to find trouble, but there has been no follow-up." Looking back on what happened that day, the man still seemed a little scared.

"Interesting little guy."

The teenager in front of him squatted down in front of him and looked at his eyes and said, "Would you like to come with me? I can fulfill your wish." Mu Feng felt that the teenager definitely had an unknown past. As for why he fell here, only God and himself knew.

The teenager stared at Mu Feng and said, "What can you bring me?"

"As long as you want to have it, I will definitely find a way to complete it for you. Power? Revenge? Or what..." Mu Feng said lightly.

Mu Feng's words deeply touched the teenager in front of him. For a while, he only heard the teenager say, "I can go with you, but I don't belong to you. I will only do what I want to do."

"No problem, I will treat you like a brother. I will have someone to help you with your diet and daily living, which will be much better than this place."

"Brother?" The teenager said to himself that he hadn't heard such a shocking word for a long time.

"Are there so many people here at ordinary times?" Mu Feng asked the man.

"Are you new here? There will be an auction of slaves this afternoon."

"Is it?" Mu Feng muttered.

He rewarded the strange man with some gold coins. After he came out, Mu Feng continued to walk in the slave market. The teenager followed Mu Feng without saying anything, but quietly watched Mu Feng's behavior. Then 50 burly slaves were selected at the slave auction, and Mu Feng took them back to the city owner's mansion.

"This is where you will live in the future." Pointing to the city owner's mansion behind him, Mu Feng continued: "But you must first sort out the city owner's mansion, and Housekeeper Liao will arrange your residence and corresponding work."

After saying that, Mu Feng took a group of people into the city master's mansion.

"What's your name?" In the room, Mu Feng asked the teenager.

Azella. The young man from West Asia replied faintly.

"Then I'll call you West Asia in the future." Mu Feng then asked, "Have you practiced martial arts before?"

"I have learned a little." The teenager didn't say much.

What is really hidden from this boy?

"This period, you will stay in the city lord's mansion, and I will give you a task in a few days." Mu Feng said that after a period of time, she could ask West Asia to help herself manage the city owner's mansion, and now all she has to do is to visit the ancient mines.

Under the leadership of Liao's housekeeper, Mu Feng came to the entrance of the ancient mine.

"Lord, I think you'd better not go in. This is not a joke. It will really kill people." Housekeeper Liao persuaded.

"Housekeeper Liao, don't worry. I'm just looking around. I won't necessarily go in. Go back and get busy." Now that you are here, you have to know the general situation.

"Well, lord, please be careful."

After the housekeeper Liao was far away, Mu Feng carefully looked at the mine in front of him. At first, it didn't look very special, and the perception slowly extended to the inside of the mine.

A mountain of counterattack swept towards Mufeng's spiritual world. If it hadn't been for the rapid retreat of Mufeng's spiritual power, it would probably have been hit hard.

"It seems that the rumor is true, and there is something in it." Mufeng does not intend to give up. It can be said that this mineral is Mufeng's only asset now.

"Senior, senior..." Mu Feng called softly.

A hazy figure floated out of Mu Feng's jade pendant, stopped in front of Mu Feng, looked at the little guy in front of him and said, "What's the matter?"

"Senior, do you think this mineral in front of you can be developed?" Mu Feng asked.

"Mineral? That's not why I called out, is it?" Then the predecessors of the Yan nationality turned their eyes to the mine not far away. For a long time, the senior of the Yan clan smiled and said to Mu Feng, "Little guy, there is an existence in it, which can be said to be a good thing."

"Good thing?" Mu Feng asked puzzled.

"There is indeed a powerful force in it, but it does not belong to the human category." The elders of the Yan clan said lightly.

"What is that?" Mu Feng knew what was in it before, but he was also surprised to hear that the existence in it did not belong to the human category.

"The martial soul is a very strange existence. It can exist independently from weapons and have its own consciousness, which can make your weapon exert more powerful power."

"Isn't it dangerous for us to go in like this?" Mu Feng asked.

"That martial soul is still in the stage of growth, and the rare ore here just provides a good environment for it to grow rapidly, but even the martial soul of growth has heavenly strength." The elders of the Yan clan said lightly.

"Heavenly level? Isn't that a higher level than the super level?

"Yes, but we don't need to do it, and it's likely to help you." The elders of the Yan clan said with a smile.

"What does this mean?" The wind is puzzled.

After listening to the explanation of the predecessors of the Yan clan, Mu Feng understood that if that was the case, he undoubtedly had one more killer.

Walking towards the ore, shortly after entering, a pressure permeated the heart of the wind. Good boy, he followed as soon as he came in.

A faint golden light penetrated from Mufeng's body and walked towards the mine. It was learned from the predecessors of the Yan clan that the martial soul has its own grave, and as long as it finds the grave, it can be found.

Gradually, a soft and colorful ore appeared in Mufeng's sight. I planned to go and have a look, but when Mu Feng just wanted to do this, the breath hovering around Mu Feng became stronger and stronger, trying to stop Mu Feng from going further. Maybe it has regarded this place as private property.

Since you are not allowed, don't look at it. Anyway, everything here will be your own sooner or later.

"It's really a treasure." Looking at the colorful rare ores emanating on the edge of the mine, Mu Feng muttered that these ores can be sold at a good price if they are taken out casually. It can be blamed that the various strengths of the glazed City will fight for this.

"It's really conspicuous, this guy." Looking at a vacant land that suddenly appeared in front of him, Mu Feng muttered, it must be the masterpiece of the martial soul. This guy really knows how to enjoy the various qualities of ores scattered all over the ground. Just as Mu Feng was about to go further, a terrible pressure swept towards Mu Feng.

"Have you finally taken action?" Looking at the overwhelming energy pressing towards him, Mu Feng did not seem to be panicked at all.

An old voice echoed in this mining area. The next moment, the overwhelming energy slowly dissipated into invisible.

Seeing that the energy he sent dissipated out of thin air, the martial soul in the dark also seemed to be irritable. I don't know why the method of dealing with the teenager in front of me failed.

"You don't have to hide." Mu Feng shouted to the void.

"Squeak" drew a milky light spot from the darkness and quietly suspended on the ore.

"Let's make a deal." Mu Feng said lightly to the light.

"I'm not interested. Everything here belongs to me. Please leave quickly or you will be buried here." Feeling that the teenager in front of him was not easy to provoke, the martial soul gave in.

Hearing the spiritual thoughts transmitted by the martial soul, Mu Feng took out a simple stone blade, which was the one originally obtained from the holy land of the Bai people. A unique old atmosphere in ancient times permeated the mine.

"Jiji" looked at the things held in Mu Feng's hand, and the reaction of the martial soul was very strong, and the milky white light spots kept flowing up and down.

The martial soul can be integrated into weapons, which was told by the senior Yan clan to Mu Feng. Since getting this stone blade, I have been urging myself, but if the martial soul in front of me is willing, I can barely use the stone blade as a weapon.

Not long after, a spiritual idea came again: "Let's talk about it."

"It's very simple. I can use this weapon to support you. Of course, the mining power of this mineral belongs to me." Mu Feng said lightly, but Mu Feng still didn't mention a little, which made the future martial soul very angry.

"With such a powerful weapon as a container, the effect of these ores on me is negligible."