The ancient god emperor in the city

Chapter 16 Please Call Me Master Zhao Chen

The white-haired young man came up, his expression slightly changed.

Why does a foundation cultivator want to buy her?The glamorous woman was somewhat confused.

Zhao Chen took out the card, and the white-haired young man quickly took it, and took away [-] void coins. From now on, this beautiful woman belongs to Zhao Chen.

"Is there anything else the customer wants?" The white-haired young man continued to ask, this is a big customer.

"Go and have a look."

Zhao Chen thought for a while, one Golden Core is not considered powerful, quantity is the key.

in the next few hours.

"I want this one... This one is good."

Zhao Chen specially selected those monks who would not give in and bow their heads. He selected a hundred of them, including foundation building and Qi refining. The main reason was that there were not enough void coins.

Generally, three thousand void coins are needed in the early stage of foundation building, five thousand in the middle stage, and eight thousand in the later stage.

Zhao Chen bought more than 90 Qi-refining monks, most of them in the later stage of Qi-refining, and each needed 3 to [-] Void Coins, which cost more than [-] Void Coins at once.

There are only [-] left, Zhao Chen also takes it easy.

He bought three more early-stage foundation-establishment monks for [-] yuan, and two mid-stage foundation-establishment monks for [-] yuan, and they became paupers in a blink of an eye.

"It's almost there." It took Zhao Chen a lot of time to choose.

The white-haired young man smiled and sold another [-] monks, which was pretty good.

After paying the void coins.

"I wonder if I need to escort you?" The white-haired young man saw that Zhao Chen had only one person, and a hundred slaves was not a small number, so it was difficult to manage.

"No need." Zhao Chen waved his hand, and a formation diagram suddenly appeared in the next moment, making the white-haired young man swallow a mouthful of saliva. Zhao Chen looked very weak, but he was not. The one who could casually summon the teleportation formation diagram in the Void City was at least Above Nascent Soul!

"This junior is rude." The white-haired youth hurriedly apologized, and asked his subordinates to gather together with a hundred monks selected by Zhao Chen.

"Go in."

These monks looked reluctant, but they were pushed into the teleportation array one after another.

"By the way, where did these monks come from?"

"Most of these slaves were sold to us by other Void merchants. We only have business in some places where there are wars all the year round." The white-haired young man apologized with a smile. This is basically common sense.

Zhao Chen frowned, and the darkness of the cultivation world began to unfold.

"I'm leaving first, come back when I have time." Zhao Chen walked into the formation and disappeared in an instant.

On the desolate bloody desert.

The hundred slave monks looked at Zhao Chen one after another. There was shock in their eyes, but also unwillingness, but none of them spoke. They didn't want to be the first to die.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm not a big devil. From today onwards, you are all my subordinates. From now on, call me Mr. Zhao Chen!" Zhao Chen laughed loudly. He never thought that his childhood dream of being the boss would come true.

These monks were all dumbfounded, what is this?
"What do you mean?" a monk asked in surprise.

Zhao Chen stopped laughing.

"It means that you are no longer slaves, and will be my subordinates from now on. Don't be dazed, and take you to the temple." Zhao Chen took the lead and walked towards the temple.

The group of monks looked at each other, and many monks were already following behind Zhao Chen.

"The temple?"

"Could it be that he is a fairy? God?"

These monks looked confused. In the temple, Zhao Chen looked at the broken stone pillars and shook his head. This place will be their headquarters in the future, and it must be repaired.

Seeing a pile of weapons and armor, all of which were left over after selection, Zhao Chen frowned slightly, and with a wave of his hand, put them all into the storage room in the temple. Raising a team is expensive, and I don’t know if these are enough. , is he too reckless?

"Oh, I!" Zhao Chen sighed, making these monks nervous, not knowing what Zhao Chen was talking about.

"Respected strong man, I don't know what you want us to come to this temple for?" A monk asked cautiously, feeling a little strange.

Zhao Chen thought about it, and must make a good plan for the future.

"My name is Zhao Chen, this is my temple, I need to develop my own power, do you understand?"

These monks are not two hundred and five, of course they understand, but they are still very puzzled.

"Our cultivation base is not high, what's the value?" A monk said indifferently, he was not afraid of death, he just wanted to find out the purpose of the guy in front of him.

"As long as you are still alive, you are valuable. Don't worry, follow me. The benefits are indispensable to you. The first step is to clean up the temple first. Find a place to live, and then go to repair the temple."

Zhao Chen signaled them to disperse.

These monks had no choice but to leave, so they had to find a place to live first.

"By the way, come here." Zhao Chen looked towards a woman, one of the few female monks, and her cultivation base was also the highest.

This woman is very beautiful, somewhat charming, and she also exudes some strange smell.

But the woman was indifferent, looking at the huge temple, there were not many waves in her heart, Zhao Chen had no choice but to walk in front of the woman.

"You are no longer a slave, there is nothing to worry about." Zhao Chen comforted, in his heart, there is no such thing as a slave.

The woman smiled wryly.

"So what if I'm not a slave? There is no place for me in this world." The woman raised her hand after speaking, ready to kill herself.

Zhao Chen grabbed his palm.

"I'll go, I'm so strong." The seal on the woman had already been lifted after leaving the slave trading market.

"This is your shelter, don't be stupid, I can help you..." Zhao Chen hugged this beautiful woman tightly, but he didn't want the Golden Core cultivator who just spent [-] void coins to be redeemed to die like this up.

"Help me?" The woman trembled, and when she came back to her senses, she realized that Zhao Chen might be a super strong man. If that was the case, there might still be some chances, but is it true?
Seeing the change in the woman's eyes, Zhao Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and let go of his arms, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Yes, as long as I can do it, I can help you." Zhao Chen said sincerely.

The woman trembled a few times, what's going on?

"Who are you? Why are you helping me? And here is..." The woman stared at the huge temple, which was no longer the Void City.

"My name is Zhao Chen, you are my subordinate now, you should help me, and this is my temple."

"Shrine?" The beautiful woman couldn't believe it. Is this an independent world?
"Then are you a fairy?" The beautiful woman asked in shock. If she was a fairy, maybe she could really help her.

"You'd better talk about it first, what can I do for you." Zhao Chen smiled mysteriously, expressing inscrutable.

The glamorous woman was silent, her heart was very complicated, and she waited for a few minutes.

"I was originally the Ninth Princess of the Yunlan Empire. During the century-long war, the empire was finally annihilated, the royal family was destroyed, and I became a slave and was constantly trafficked. I just want to return to the empire, perhaps There are clansmen alive..."

Zhao Chen was dumbfounded, this beautiful woman is actually a princess?
"Well, princess, don't worry, how about I take you back to your original interface when I have time?" Zhao Chen said cautiously.

"If you take me back, I will follow you for the rest of my life." The beautiful woman saluted Zhao Chen respectfully, maybe God hadn't abandoned her yet.

"It's no problem, don't worry, I, Zhao Chen, say nothing." Zhao Chen patted the beautiful woman's shoulders, nodded with a smile.

Suddenly his eyes trembled, and he glanced at it. There seemed to be a strange mark on that pink neck, and he couldn't help reaching out to touch it.

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