Feng Jiu and Du Fan entered through the gate and headed for the black market.

This underground black market is called an underground black market because it contains things that are not available outside, and the origin of these things is mostly obtained by improper means.

The transaction here is a black-to-black transaction. As long as you have money, you can buy what you want in this underground black market, including slaves and women, life-saving panacea, and exotic treasures.

After handing in the gold coins to enter the door, the two of them walked inside, because Feng Jiu's outstanding face and the red dress were extremely dazzling, which made her look so beautiful and stunning, which made many people inside. I couldn't help but stop to look at her.

Some even stepped forward, recklessly speaking.

"Oh, where does this little beauty come from? It looks really exciting!" A man in a satin-clothed dress came forward and reached out to pick Feng Jiu's chin, but, The next moment, what came out was a scream.

"Hiss!"

The screams of the man in Chinese clothes who showed evil light instantly spread around. Everyone only saw that the hand he stretched out was not a finger, but was cut off at the wrist, blood dripping. The severed hand fell on the ground, and he clutched the bleeding wound, screamed and backed away, looking at Du Fan in horror.

Du Fan twitched the corner of his mouth. The fan in his hand was still fanning the wind unhurriedly. No one would have imagined that he was such a gentle-looking Young Master Pian Pian, who looked like an ordinary fan. Just a moment before, he cut off the whole wrist without blinking his eyes. The speed was so fast that no one could see how he made the move.

For a while, the people who were still staring at Feng Jiu's eyes suddenly closed their minds, leaving only shock and astonishment in their hearts.

A person who can shoot in an instant, and the speed is so fast that they can't see it, is definitely not an annoying person, such a person, even if he has a smile on his face, looks like a gentle noble boy, his experience and experience are also told They, this person, are dangerous!

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" A steward brought the guards over. When he saw the severed hand and blood on the ground, his eyes flashed slightly, and he glanced around. Finally, a guard stepped forward to him. He whispered a few words in his ear, and then, the steward's eyes fell on Feng Jiu and Du Fan.

"Clean up the ground." The steward ordered, beckoning people to clean the ground, and then letting the man with his hand be taken away, and then smiled at the surroundings: "Okay, everyone. It's all gone, don't be around here, wait for the trade to begin, and quickly enter the venue!"

With that said, after everyone gradually dispersed, the steward put one hand behind him, and squinted a pair of eyes in front of Yi Fengjiu and said, "I don't care what your origins are, or what your skills are, but. I'm here. , When you enter here, no matter if you are a dragon or a tiger, you have to give it to me! Otherwise, let you taste the strength of our black market!"

As soon as the voice fell, they turned around and left without waiting for them to speak.

Feng Jiu looked at it, and the corners of her lips twitched slightly: "A small black market, it's quite a big posture."

"Master, let's go!" Du Fan said, glancing around, passing the people in the dark and in the dark.