Zhang Yu raised his feet and wanted to look into the room, but he couldn't see the situation inside.

Because, not only were there blocked eyes, but there were four men in black standing at the door.

"Tengteng...Tengteng..."

Suddenly, the sound of rapid footsteps sounded downstairs.

When Zhang Yu and others heard the sound, they turned to look over, and then they saw a man in white robes, surrounded by six or seven men in black, coming up from the stairs and rushing towards this side.

The leader of the white robe could be in his forties. When he saw so many people blocking the door, he immediately shouted unhappily: "If you don't have your business, do whatever you should do?"

Everyone saw that the black market managers came. Although they all had a good status in China, this place was their territory after all.

They all scattered, but wanted to see what was going on, so none of them left yet. Zhang Yu and Zhang Yinling, like the others, just scattered aside.

At the same time, people in the room seemed to hear the sounds outside, and someone walked out.

"Get out of the way!" An old man's voice rang in the room.

The four men guarding the door of the room heard his voice, subconsciously turned their heads and took a look, and then let them aside.

The old man quickly walked to the door and followed two middle-aged men behind him.

The man in white robe also walked to the door. He looked at the old man and said, "I just heard the report that someone was dead."

"That's right, our young master was killed!" the old man said in a deep voice.

People who have come here have been dressed up in disguise, so it is difficult to see their faces. But the cold light can be seen from the old man's eyes.

"I'll go in and see how people die." said the man in white robe.

"You... are not qualified enough..." the old man said in a deep voice: "Let you who have the final say in the black market..."

The man in white robe was obviously stunned for a moment, and had never seen anyone who came to the black market dared to talk to him like this.

The man in white robe immediately said, "Who are you? Do you know where this place is?"

"Of course I know, otherwise, I can't find someone who can decide what you say..." the old man said in a deep voice.

"I need to see the corpse before I can decide what to do according to the procedures!" said the man in white robe without showing any weakness.

"If it's a matter of the other side, you can naturally follow the rules of your black market, but for this matter, your black market rules are not good... What you say doesn't count, so you must let the person who has the final say comes to see me!" The old man said toughly.

Some of the people around me have visited the black market, while others have never been to the black market. In everyone's mind, the black market is a mysterious place with extremely strong strength, otherwise it would have been destroyed.

But it is not difficult to see that this old man dares to talk to people in the black market like this. This person not only has strong strength, but also has a tough background.

Seeing such a good show, everyone present was even less planning to leave.

The man in white robe was obviously stunned by the old man's toughness. He hesitated for a moment and said, "You want to see what we say here is the final word. You don't plan to abide by our black market rules. Then I have to give you an explanation..."

"The statement is very simple..." The old man said, suddenly lifting his right palm, and a red seal script appeared on his right palm.

Immediately afterwards, the old man raised his hand and slapped the man in white robe.

The man in white robe instantly felt a heat in front of him, and he subconsciously took a few steps back. When he looked at the old man again, the old man was already standing there with his hands on his back.

"You..." The man in white robe immediately pointed at the old man and shouted angrily: "You are looking for death!"

The men who came with the white-robed man also made their moves one by one, as if they only needed the white-robed man to take action immediately.

The old man said calmly: "You asked me to give you an explanation. Is this statement not enough... Go back and tell you what you say here... Just say what tricks I use..."

When the man in white robe heard this, he took a deep breath of cold air. The arrogant aura just now disappeared in an instant.

Because people who dare to say such words are usually not easy to mess with.

Especially the old man's move, he obviously didn't want to hurt him, but when he came over, it was not only extremely hot, but the heat was even suffocating.

The man in white robe thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then you can wait."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

This scene shocked everyone present.

Everyone couldn't help but start to discuss it privately, "What trick is this? I don't know. Looking at the seal script in his hand, it seems to be very powerful. He can directly type seal script in his hand. Which school of methods is this? I don't know."...

Zhang Yu was also surprised to see this. He had never seen such a skill before.

The old man raised his palm and could actually produce a seal script. I don’t know what kind of seal script is this?

Zhang Yu had seen Ye Buli's Maoshan Spirit Map, and he could even imitate a similar one, called the Wudang Spirit Map. However, this seemed to be of different ways than the trick used by the old man. Because the spirit map was only effective against evil spirits and did not harm people. And the old man's tricks obviously could hurt people.

This made Zhang Yu murmured secretly, what kind of trick is this? The world is so great that it is indeed full of wonders. Although he has reached the level of a mage, he is probably still a little worse than the masters in the world.

Everyone was talking while waiting. Time passed little by little. After about twenty minutes, a series of footsteps sounded downstairs.

Everyone looked at each other and soon saw more than a dozen people walking over the stairs.

The leader was three people. The man in the middle was wearing a purple robe, probably less than fifty years old. He was a burly and very rough man. On the left hand of the purple robe, there was a quiet middle-aged man in white robe beside him. Zhang Yu and others recognized this person at a glance. It was the great guardian I saw yesterday. On the right hand of the purple robe, there was a middle-aged man in red robe. The middle-aged man had a national face, a majestic and full of righteousness. He felt a bit like Chu Zhenhuan.

The three of them walked together in front, and a group of men in black surrounded behind the three of them. When they were about to reach the door of the room, a middle-aged man in white robe came around from behind, the guy who had just been forced back by the old man.

This guy looked a little humble in front of the three of them. After he walked around, he immediately said, "It's this..."

Then, he looked at the old man standing at the door and said carelessly: "What you are looking for is the final word, now you are here!"

"You three are the final say in the black market..." The old man looked at the three of them.

The man in purple robe, the man in white robe and the man in red robe stood at the door, and the man in red robe said, "We know your origin, what's going on?"
Chapter completed!