C272 black market (2)

Without even knocking, Xia Xuan immediately pushed open the store's front door, and an ancient aura immediately surged out.

"Old fellow, are you dead yet?" Xia Xuan looked at the empty store and shouted rudely.

"Kid, you still can't spit out any tusks like before." Suddenly, a laugh rang out and an old man around fifty years old slowly walked into the store.

"Hua Chen