Since Master Mifen was going to see the store, Lord White Dragon went there alone.

The White Dragon Lord, wearing a faceless cloak, walked towards the west city of Huita City. After leaving the commercial street, the surrounding buildings were significantly lower, and the pedestrians he encountered were also less powerful than one level.

Of course, no matter how low the strength is, at least he is a professional.

In the complex energy environment of the astral realm, ordinary people cannot survive at all. Professionals under the master level will also be affected after living in the astral realm for a long time.

However, the essence of various planes is gathered in the astral realm, and there are more opportunities to make a fortune, which attracts professionals from various planes to come to the astral realm city with their dreams.

But it is basically impossible to make a fortune in the Astral Realm without enough strength. What awaits ordinary professionals is endless exploitation and high return to the home and the high cost of teleportation. Every year, many people die in despair in a corner of the Astral Realm, and no one knows it.

This is especially true in Xicheng District where the black market is located.

Xicheng District is the official statement, and the civilians in Gray Tower City prefer to call it a slum.

Lord White Dragon was walking under the dim light. On both sides of the narrow road was a shallow ditch, with moss growing in the ditch and domestic sewage flowing. Lord White Dragon sniffed his nose and smelled a stinking smell of corpse that could not be concealed by even excrement.

The stone slabs on the road are quite smooth, which is caused by the large number of pedestrians. This area, which is less than one-fifth of the area of ​​Gray Tower City, squeezes half of the population of Gray Tower City.

Coolie, drunk, prostitute, liar, thief...

The White Dragon Lord felt that a lot of attention was focused on him. They were peepers in the dark. Once they found that the person walking on the road was a weak and bullied fat sheep, they could divide the fat sheep in minutes.

"snort!"

A sense of pressure belonging to the legendary powerful man spread out, and the feeling of being peeped away instantly, and the White Dragon Lord continued to walk towards the black market.

After passing through the dilapidated slum kiln, the White Dragon Lord approached the area where the black market was located.

A new sense of peeping appeared, and these sights were much sharper than before.

Indifference, ruthlessness, and a faint murderous aura that cannot be seen, this is not aimed at a certain person, but the murderous aura brought by these desperate people who licked blood from the knife.

The White Dragon Lord even noticed the existence of three legendary levels.

They are eyes, robbers' accomplices, and gatekeepers.

The White Dragon Lord turned into a graffiti-covered alley, and the feeling of peeping disappeared.

The graffiti in the alley looks messy, but it is the sign of the black market, with various messages written in dark secret words.

The White Dragon Lord did not recognize them all, but he found what he was looking for.

Walking all the way to the end of the alley, Lord White Dragon knocked on the wall three times, one light, one heavy and one light.

"Who are you?"

"Passenger."

“What are you doing?”

“Look at the goods.”

The White Dragon Lord showed the pressure of the legendary powerful man.

A secret door appeared on the wall, and the secret door opened.

"Come in."

The scared man behind the door showed a hint of fear in his eyes, and the White Dragon Lord gave him a sense of danger.

"New, the rules here are very simple."

"One, don't cause trouble."
Chapter completed!