Super Dragon Cultivation System

Among them, there were five or six people in Advanced Battle-Emperor's realm. They knew the difficulty of Zhang Xing's treatment the most.    

Not even a primary Combat Venerable was willing to do such a thing.    

Firstly, it would consume too much combat qi, and it might take one or two months for him to fully recover. If the enemy found out about this, they would certainly launch a sneak attack. At that time, he wouldn't even have a place to cry, and there was no point in crying even if he died.    

Unless it was someone close to them, their parents, elders, or their sons and grandsons, no one would make a move.    

Secondly, the danger was too great. If one was not careful, the person who was rescued would die. Who would bear the responsibility?    

And this Dwarf called Zhang Kong actually had such a terrifying combat power. It only took him an hour to cure Mo Erte. His expression did not change, his heart did not panic, and he did not breathe.    

The contempt in his heart was gone, and his gaze when looking at Zhang Xing was filled with deep fear.    

This was a great god in the Dwarf, and the cultivation level was at least at the Mid Combat Venerable realm.    

Thinking of this, all the presidents and elders of the major families stood up and became much more respectful.    

"President Morte, let's talk in private."    

Zhang Xing did not know that these people only wanted to ask about the black market.    

"Everyone, please wait for a moment. Let's have dinner here tonight. We will not talk about pleasantries anymore. You all understand, haha!"    

Mo Erte was only slightly taller than Zhang Xing, but his tall and sturdy body was about two and a half meters tall.    

His body had completely recovered, and he was in a good mood. He called out to everyone and led Zhang Xing to a secret room.    

"What instructions does Senior have? Just tell me what to do. Mo Erte must take care of the mountain of swords and the sea of fire for you. He won't even frown. "    

After entering the secret chamber, Mo Erte immediately bowed and expressed his stance.    

This was a rare opportunity. A great god like Zhang Kong could not see the end of a dragon. If he couldn't catch it now, he might never see it again in his life.    

"En! There's no need to be so polite. I have a small matter to ask you about, so there's no need to hide it. If you can say it, then say it. If not, then I'll leave. "    

Zhang Xing sat on the main seat. His gaze was deep as he spoke in an indifferent manner.    

"Predecessor, please speak clearly!"    

Mo Erte stood where he was and said respectfully.    

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

Zhang Xing asked.    

"I know. Mo Erte often sells things and also buys things."    

"If Predecessor wants to go, he can go anytime!"    

Mo Erte said straightforwardly.    

In the Wan Wu City, Predecessor could go anywhere he wanted. He believed that there was no place that could restrict him. They had no time to curry favor with him!    

"En! Do you have any important news from the black market recently? For example, they want to sell one or two large Devil Beast or something like that?"    

Zhang Xing decided that it was better to be careful. He could not tell Mo Erte about the dragon directly. It was not because he did not trust Mo Erte, but because he did not trust anyone here.    

"Predecessor, there will be a match the day after tomorrow, but the time hasn't been decided yet. We will only know about it tomorrow night."    

"Predecessor will stay here for two nights. I will invite Predecessor to take a look."    

Mo Erte shook the huge cephalo- and thought for a while. Then, he said with a smile on his wrinkled face.    

"There is no need to stay here. I'll come back tomorrow night. First, tell me the price of those large Devil Beast. Do you want to trade with Gold coins or crystal stones?"    

Hearing Zhang Xing's question, Mo Erte was even more certain that Zhang Xing came from a higher country.    

Just now, he opened his mouth and said two low grade crystal. One low grade crystal per sentence was worth one low grade crystal. If it was the Great Gods of the surrounding tribes, they definitely wouldn't ask for it like this.    

"Replying to Predecessor, it was a small amount of crystal stones and a large amount of Gold coins!"    

Mo Erte replied.