Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

The trading place of the Shell Organization is not in Netherworld City. Anyone who is smart will understand the principle of three cunning rabbits.

Therefore, the trading location of the Shell organization is underground thirty miles away from Netherworld City. Only core members recognized by the Shell organization are qualified to know this place.

Arriving at this trading location, Zhang Yifeng found that there were already four or five men in black robes standing on the desert.

These men in black robes all looked at the people around them with alert eyes, obviously they were not brought by the same person.

Zhang Yifeng fell from the sky, his tall body exuding a fierce aura.

When several men in black robes blocking the underground entrance saw this, they quickly backed away and looked at Zhang Yifeng who took off his black robe hood with fear.

"Lone wolf? You're not!"

When several men in black robes saw Zhang Yifeng's appearance, they were suddenly shocked and looked at Zhang Yifeng in disbelief.

"Hmph, I have been a lone wolf in the desert for many years. How could I die so easily? I'm stupid."

After Zhang Yifeng made a proud sound, he glanced coldly at the men in black robes, then skillfully took out a blood-colored token from the storage ring and injected immortal power into it.

"It's not wrong. With this momentum and the murderous intent coming from the immortal power, this person is indeed a lone wolf."

"It seems that the dead one was just his substitute. Tsk, tsk, what a pity."

The two men in black robes were talking to each other, but when Zhang Yifeng listened to their conversation, his movements suddenly stopped.

Immediately, a large ring-headed sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and a golden sword light struck the two men in black robes.

"Oh, why, do you think you can talk about me casually after I was defeated by a lone wolf?"

Looking at the oncoming golden sword light, one of the men in black robes reacted immediately and quickly dodged.

Despite this, a wound was still opened in the abdomen by the shining golden sword light.

The other person was miserable. Before he could react, he was split in half by the golden sword light.

"Lone Wolf, you..."

The man in black robe who managed to escape covered his abdominal wound, took out a healing pill with a pale face and drank it, looking at Zhang Yifeng in horror.

"Um?"

Zhang Yifeng hummed slightly, slightly raising the sword in his hand, the threat was self-evident.

"Hmph, you are cruel!"

The man in black robe, who was wounded in the abdomen, shrank his pupils when he saw this, left a harsh word and then retreated dejectedly.

When the other men in black robes saw this, they all looked at Zhang Yifeng in fear.

"Sure enough, they say that a lone wolf is ruthless and won't let others talk about him. It's true."

"Shut up now. If you want to die, I won't stop you!"

The two men in black robes had a short conversation, glanced at the body that was split into two, and quickly closed their mouths.

Zhang Yifeng continued to move, injecting immortal power into the blood token.

When the immortal power was filled, a bloody light suddenly emitted from the blood token. As if the desert was being induced, the quicksand slowly dispersed, revealing an iron gate.

Zhang Yifeng expertly placed the blood-colored token on the gap in the middle of the iron gate. The next moment, the clicking sound of the mechanism was heard, and the iron gate gradually opened up to a path for one person to pass through.

Looking at Li Chong and Ling who were also wearing black robes behind them, Zhang Yifeng walked down the path. The bloody token fell off the iron door and fell into Zhang Yifeng's hands.

Immediately, the iron gate gathered together again, and the quicksand once again covered the iron gate.

Zhang Yifeng followed the path all the way down, and after walking less than fifty steps, an iron gate appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

According to Lone Wolf's memory, Zhang Yifeng stepped forward and knocked on the iron door according to the rules.

Soon a small opening opened in the iron door, and a pair of bloodshot eyes looked at Zhang Yifeng without saying a word.

Zhang Yifeng handed over the bloody token very clearly. The man took the token from the small mouth and observed it carefully for a moment.

"Haha, I was shocked when they said you were dead. How could a lone wolf die in such a miserable place? Come in."

With an understatement, the token was sent out of the small mouth. When Zhang Yifeng received the token, the iron door slowly opened, and a rickety figure was standing behind the door.

"But your aura seems to have declined a little?"

Suddenly, the rickety figure whispered to Zhang Yifeng. Zhang Yifeng smiled lightly when he heard the words, without any panic on his face.

"Every method of escape has its drawbacks. Now that I, the lone wolf, have escaped with my life, I can return to the realm of immortals."

"Haha, I just admire young guys like you who are ambitious."

The ricket figure applauded, nodded and led Zhang Yifeng to a small door.

"You know the rules of the blood market, so I won't go into details with you. A big shot has come to the blood market recently. You should restrain your temper to avoid provoking him now."

The rickety figure coughed after speaking, then turned his head and walked back towards the iron gate tremblingly.

Zhang Yifeng narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this. The big shots in the blood market were either monks from the Shell organization, or people who were valued by the Shell organization.

No matter which one of the two it is, Zhang Yifeng is bound to go through the muddy waters.

Pushing open the door in front, Zhang Yifeng stepped inside, and his eyes suddenly changed. When he reappeared, he had arrived in a bustling underground town.

There are people in black robes walking back and forth everywhere in the city, and there are many vendors shouting on the streets.

This underground blood market under the control of the Shell Organization has very onerous rules, and is basically no different from the towns in the Eastern Fairyland.

The biggest taboo here is not to fight with people in the street, otherwise you will be taken away by the guards in the blood market.

The outcome is unknown, but no one has seen the taken away people appear in the blood market since then.

At first, there were still people who were disobedient and wanted to challenge the rules of the blood market, but all of them were taken away without exception.

Even the monks in the Heavenly Immortal Realm are no exception. This also stops the lone wolf from wanting to cause trouble in the blood market.

These street vendors were also monks who came to trade in the blood market, and were not Zhang Yifeng's main target, so Zhang Yifeng passed these people and walked all the way to the place where the blood pills were exchanged in Lone Wolf's memory.

After twists and turns along the way, Zhang Yifeng finally came to a remote and deserted tent.

Since this is a blood market, there is no need to worry about anyone taking action, so the Shell Organization is quite at ease in its own blood market.

The blood pill trading place was placed in such a remote place with few people.

There were no guards in front of the tent. Zhang Yifeng opened the curtain and walked in. He saw a short old man sitting in the tent and resting with his eyes closed.

Taking off his hood, Zhang Yifeng looked at the old man quietly.

Sensing someone coming, the old man gently opened his eyes, stood up and relaxed his body.

"It turns out it's you, tsk tsk, you can survive in that place. You have been in foreign lands for many years and you certainly have earned your reputation."

The old man glanced at Zhang Yifeng with some surprise.