Chapter 377: Top Five! Alchemist Zhao Han! Titan Auction! (1)

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Originally, Han Zhao was worried that the roc that had transformed from the [One Person Thousand Transformations] Trait only had a two-hour time limit and could not fly across this boundless sea.

In the end, he saw land after flying for less than ten minutes.

There were docks every few dozen miles along the coastline. After flying around the coastline for more than two hundred miles, he saw four docks. All kinds of merchant ships came and went in an endless stream.

“Other than ordinary people, they’re all martial artists.”

Han Zhao sensed the people in the merchant ships below. He also discovered a Grandmaster-level martial artist in a few large merchant ships.

This meant that this was at least a medium-sized city. It could not be that there were Grandmasters everywhere in the outer seas. Otherwise, the martial artists would have long counterattacked and returned to the East Victory

Continent.

Han Zhao flew another 200 kilometers and quietly went ashore in a relatively sparsely populated place.

“It’s too eye-catching.” Han Zhao looked at his reflection in the sea and thought to himself.

It was easy to attract attention with his looks, especially now that he had white hair.

His cultivation strength had recovered and he had further broken through to the Two Fiend Realm. However, his hair would probably only turn black after some time.

He inserted his mental power into the Sumeru Pouch and found a gray robe with slightly inferior material.

“This dress seems to be…” Han Zhao changed his clothes and felt a little tight. He suddenly remembered that this dress was made by Yu Niang using the clothes left behind by his father, Han Lin.

At that time, there was not much time left. This material was already the best Han Zhao could wear.

Stroking the fine and tight stitches on his clothes, Han Zhao was a little enlightened. It was as if the scene of Yu Niang sitting on a bench in the courtyard and threading needles appeared in front of him.

“Take care,’

Han Zhao looked at the sky and sighed silently.

“l have to adapt to life in the outer seas as soon as possible and find the most suitable cultivation rhythm for me.” Han Zhao retracted his emotions and used the Spirit Concealment Technique and Bone Shrinking Transformation Technique.

“Crack!” With the sound of bones rubbing together, Han Zhao shrank from 1.8 meters to 1.7 meters. His originally slightly tight clothes became loose again. At the same time, his originally fair face quickly turned black, and his tense skin relaxed, revealing obvious wrinkles.

In a few breaths, he went from a 25 -year-old ordinary-looking young man to an old man in his early sixties with a dark face and wrinkles.

Immediately after, Han Zhao thickened the knuckles of his hands. His originally slender and powerful fingers instantly became thicker.

This way, the skin that was exposed outside his clothes was the same. Moreover, as long as one was a martial arts practitioner, they would know that his martial arts skills were impressive. This could avoid some unnecessary trouble.

Han Zhao stuffed the Sumeru Pouches hanging at his waist into his arms. The red ring on his hand was strung with threads and hung around his neck.

Then, he took out a mirror and looked at his current appearance. He nodded in satisfaction and walked towards the center of the island.

After walking for about a hundred miles, a town appeared in front of Han Zhao.

After entering the town, he entered a restaurant and found an empty seat in the corner of the hall on the first floor. He summoned the waiter and asked,

“Little Brother, I’m traveling the world. This is my first time here. I wonder how to get to the largest city nearby?”

Han Zhao spoke very slowly, like someone learning to read and write. He pursued accuracy. When the guests eating next door heard him speak like this, they couldn’t help but take a few more glances at him.

He didn’t do it on purpose. Although the language of the Jambu Sea and the East Victory Continent wasn’t completely different, there were obvious differences.

He had learned the language here in the past twenty days. He spoke slowly because he was afraid that others would hear that something was wrong.

Language had to be communicated with someone to master it as quickly as possible.

When the waiter heard this, he didn’t think too much about it. There were people coming and going here every day. It was normal for a few of them to speak with strange accents. He smiled at Han Zhao and said,

“Old mister, after you leave the town, go straight north. About 800 miles away, there’s a large city called West Shell City. It’s the second largest city on

our Dark North Island.

After arriving at West Shell City, 1,700 kilometers northeast was the largest Giant Kun City on Dark North Island.

“If you want to go to Giant Kun City, it’s best if you follow the caravan. You can take care of them on the way.”

“Thank you, Little Brother.” Han Zhao cupped his hands. It seemed that this Dark North Island was a super-large island. It was probably much larger than the Furious Flood Dragon Island which was tens of thousands of kilometers wide.

After Han Zhao asked a few more questions, he didn’t ask anymore. He ordered a few restaurant specialties and began to drink.

Generally, there were places similar to the Book Depository in large cities. When the time came, he could understand the local customs in detail.

After dinner, Han Zhao asked for a room in the restaurant and walked around the town.

On both sides of the street were vendors holding large umbrellas selling all kinds of food and trinkets. Along the way, there were the cries of vendors.

The town was not big. Han Zhao strolled for more than twenty minutes before reaching the end.

He felt that the town’s security should be very good. The people patrolling the streets were chatting and laughing with the vendors. The chief constable in the lead was a Force Tempering Martial Master.

In a daze, Han Zhao felt like he was strolling around the night market in the city of Blackrock City.

He thought of Xu Ling and wondered how she was doing.

However, Lu Yingxuan should have already become an inner sect disciple of the Yin Yang Hall. With her taking care of the rest, it should be not bad. After thinking for a moment, Han Zhao no longer had the mood to shop..