Choosing a secluded corner, Luo Chen settled down.
Wang Yuan was not far from him.
Seeing the muscles straining under his hemp clothes, Luo Chen knew that his decision was right.
It's a different time now.
Without the numerous shops from the Inner City, the black market in the Outer City was experiencing unprecedented liveliness.
The last time only dozens of people participated, this time it had increased by three to four times, with more than three hundred people.
The previously sparse Zhenlong Hall was now crowded.
Especially the seven Foundation Establishment True Cultivators sitting on both sides, their pressure was immense.
Luo Chen looked over them one by one, and the one wearing a golden Jiaolong mask was undoubtedly Tian Xingzi.
To be honest, Luo Chen was shocked when he first entered.
The Zhenlong Black Market participated in the siege against Yu Ding Sword Pavilion, theoretically, they should have fled after the battle was over.
