Among the crowd, there were five or six high level war emperors. They knew the difficulty of Zhang Xing's treatment the best.
Even a beginner war elder would not be willing to do such a thing.
Firstly, it consumed too much dou qi, and it might not be able to fully recover in a month or two. If the enemy found out, they would definitely launch a sneak attack. At that time, they wouldn't even have a place to cry.
Unless it was a close relative, a parent, an elder, a son, or a grandson, no one would make a move.
Secondly, the danger was too great. If one was not careful, the person who was saved would die. Who would bear this responsibility?
And this dwarf called Zhang Kong actually had such a terrifying dou qi. He only used an hour to cure Morte. His expression did not change, his heart did not panic, and he was not out of breath.
The contempt in their hearts disappeared, and they looked at Zhang Xing with deep fear in their eyes.
This was a great god in the Dwarf Clan. His cultivation was at least at the middle stage of war elder.
Thinking of this, all the presidents and elders of the great families unconsciously stood up straight and became much more respectful.
"President Morte, let's talk in private."
How could Zhang Xing know what these people were thinking? They only wanted to ask about the black market.
"Everyone, please wait a moment. Tonight, you will eat at my place. I won't say any more polite words. You know what I mean, haha!"
Morte was a little taller than Zhang Xing, but his burly figure was two and a half times his size.
His body had completely recovered, and he was in a good mood. After greeting everyone, he led Zhang Xing to a secret room.
"Senior, if you have any instructions, just tell me. Morte will do it for you even if I have to climb a mountain of blades or go through a sea of flames."
As soon as he entered the secret room, Morte immediately bowed and expressed his attitude respectfully.
This was a rare opportunity. A great god like Zhang Kong was elusive. If he could not catch him at this time, he might never meet him again in his lifetime.
"Hm!"
"No need to be so polite. I have a small matter to ask you. There's no need to hide it. If you can say it, then say it. If you can't, then I'll leave."
Zhang Xing sat down on the main seat, his gaze deep, and said calmly in a normal manner.
"Senior, please speak clearly!"
Morte stood in place and said respectfully.
"I heard that the black market here is quite famous. It often sells some rare items. Do you know the address?"
Zhang Xing asked.
"Yes, Morte often sells some things and buys some things."
"Senior, if you want to go, you can go anytime!"
Morte said straightforwardly.
In Ten Thousand Martial City, Senior can go wherever he wants. I believe that there is not a single place that dares to restrict you. They can't wait to curry favor with you!
"Yes!
Is there any important news in the black market recently?
For example, selling one or two large magical beasts? "
Zhang Xing decided that it was better to be careful. He could not say the dragon directly. It was not that he did not trust Morte, but that he did not trust anyone here.
"Senior, there will be one the day after tomorrow, but the time has not been confirmed yet. We will only know tomorrow night."
"Senior, please stay here for two nights. When the time comes, I'll invite you to take a look."
Morte shook his huge head and thought for a moment, then said with a smile on his wrinkled face.
"There's no need for that. I'll come back tomorrow night.
First, tell me the price of those large magical beasts. Do you want to use gold coins or crystal stones? "
Hearing Zhang Xing's question, Morte was even more convinced that Zhang Xing came from a high-ranking country.
Just now, he opened his mouth and asked for two low-grade crystal stones. One sentence was worth one crystal.
If it were the great gods of the surrounding tribes, they would definitely not ask for so much.
"Senior, it's a small amount of crystal stones and a large amount of gold coins!"
Morte answered.