Super Dragon Cultivation System

Among the people, there are five or six senior warlords. They know the difficulty of Zhang Xing's treatment.

In this way, even the junior warlord is unwilling to do it.

In the first place, it takes too much effort, and it may not be fully recovered in a month or two. If the enemy knows that they will attack by surprise, there will be no place to cry, and everyone will cry.

Unless they are close relatives, parents, elders, sons and grandchildren, no one will.

Secondly, the danger ((xing) xing) is too great, and those who are rescued a little will die. Who will bear this responsibility?

And this dwarf named Zhang Kong had such a terrible grudge. He took only half an hour to heal Moult, he did not change his face, he didn't panic, he didn't breathe.

The meaning of contempt in the heart ((d ng) d ng) disappeared, and there was a deep dread in the eyes of Zhang Xing.

This is a great **** among the dwarves, and it should be at least in the middle of the war lord.

Thinking of this, all the presidents and elders of several major families unconsciously stood upright (body sh 身 n) and respected a lot.

"President Mort, take a step to speak."

Where did Zhang Xing know the hearts of these people, he just wanted to ask about the black market (qing).

"Wait a minute, eat here with me tonight, I won't say much about you (t 套 o), you know, haha!"

Moore is a little taller than Zhang Xing, but the burly (physical sh n) can have his size two and a half.

(Body sh n) The body is completely restored, and the heart (love qing) is good, and everyone is called to lead Zhang Xing to a secret room.

"Despite the instructions of the seniors, Moore must also handle it for you to go up the sword and down the sea of ​​fire, without frowning."

As soon as he entered the back room, Morte immediately saluted and respectfully.

It ’s a rare opportunity. For a **** like Zhang Kong, Shenlong does n’t see the head and tail. At this time, he ca n’t catch it. Maybe he wo n’t meet it again in his life.

"Well! You don't have to be polite. You have a little thing to ask you about, and you don't have to hide it. If you can say it, you can say it, and I'll leave."

Zhang Xing sat upright, his eyes were deep, and he said lightly as usual.

"Please tell me clearly!"

Mort stood still, speaking respectfully.

"I heard that the black market here is quite famous and often sells rare things. Do you know the address?"

Zhang Xing asked.

"Know, Morte often sells things and buys them."

"If you want to go, anytime!"

Moore briskly.

In Wanwu City, the predecessors can go anywhere. I believe there is no place to dare restrict you.

"Well! Is there any important news on the black market recently? Let's say you want to sell one or two of some big Warcraft events?"

Zhang Xing decided to be cautious and couldn't say the dragon directly, not because he didn't trust Moore, but he didn't trust anyone here.

"Senior, there will be a match the day after tomorrow, but the time has not yet been determined and I will know tomorrow night."

"Senior stayed here for two nights. At that time, I asked the senior to go and see."

Mort thought about shaking his big head, then smiled wrinkly.

"You don't have to live, I'll come back tomorrow night. You tell me the price of those big Warcrafts first, should you trade with gold coins or spar?"

Hearing Zhang Xing's question, Moore became more convinced that Zhang Xing was from a higher country.

Just one mouth was two substandard spar, one sentence worth one. If the gods of the surrounding tribes would definitely not ask for it like that.

"Back to the predecessor, a small amount of spar and a lot of gold coins!"

Moore replied.