Lu Jiang took out a silver token from his pocket and showed it to the two guards. The faces of the two guards immediately showed a look of awe, and quickly went to the big iron gate to open the door for the three.

The lock on the iron door is a fingerprint lock. After two people walk past, they press each other on the fingerprint, and the lock is slowly opened.

One of them removed the fingerprint lock and opened the iron door. On the other side of the gate, several men in black suits appeared in front of them.

"Name:???"

"Cultivation: first grade

mental strength: 0.8"

"Name:

"Cultivation: the first stage of second grade

mental strength: 0.9"

"Name:??"

"Cultivation: the middle of the second grade

mental power: 0.9"

One second grade middle section, two two grade initial stage, and eight first grade martial arts, which is a bit of a bull force!

Ye Ziheng is now more and more interested in the so-called military trade center. It must be a big force to use so many warriors as gatekeepers.

Li ruohai and Lu Jiang seem to be used to this kind of scene. They are indifferent, and there is no difference.

On the contrary, ye Ziheng was totally opposite to them. Some of them were afraid of their hands and feet, and their walking was somewhat unnatural.

But it's no wonder ye Ziheng, after all, is the first time he walked in front of so many warriors. How can he not adapt to it.

Not far in front of them was another iron gate, much larger than the one just before. After a short walk, they came to the iron gate.

Lu Jiang still picked up his token, and the second grade monk nodded. Then several first-class martial artists behind him opened the fingerprint lock, took the lock off and opened the door.

"Go in."

The second grade warrior said coldly, there was no emotion in the cold tone.

Lu Jiang didn't hesitate. He walked in with ye Ziheng.

Just walked into the world at the other end of the iron gate, ye Ziheng suddenly felt a light in front of him. At the other end of the iron gate, a noisy world appeared in front of Ye Ziheng, and people's shouts were everywhere.

"Selling miraculous medicine, ten years of blood ginseng, as long as three Wen Runyu!"

"The wolf demon's descendants, who sell animals' pet, only need five Wen Runyu!"

"Selling pills, semi-finished" Qiang Ti Dan ", only 50 pieces of Wen Runyu

There are a lot of peddlers, such as those who sell pills, those who sell pet animals, those who sell miraculous drugs, weapons, pills, Wen Runyu and so on.

However, ye Ziheng roughly glanced, but found that most of these people selling pills are some semi-finished pills, even a better and complete first-class pills can not afford.

"Why don't you even have a good pill here?"

Ye Ziheng couldn't help asking.

Lu Jiang looked at ye Ziheng after listening to it, but he laughed but did not speak.

And Li ruohai on one side stood up and explained.

"The number of martial arts practitioners is not large, only a few million people, and among them, there are very few people who cultivate spiritual strength. Finally, few of them can become psychic masters to refine pills. In addition, alchemists do not succeed in refining pills every time, and the refined pills are not successful every time. Therefore, pills are extremely scarce in the market."

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