Chapter 1853: Underground black market

That evening.
Jin Tian Xuanyue brought back two nameplates for the auction.
"The son, this auction is unprecedented, I heard that many of the big forces in the Qingzhou, the strong people of the big clan will participate."
Jin Tianxuan Yuedao said, "According to my speculation, it seems to be for the piece of 'unknown god.'"
Lin sighed and asked: "Xuanyue girl, you said that if I want to take that piece of space, how many crystals do I need?"
Jin Tianxuan’s thoughts on a little thought, he said:
In the past, in Baidi City, there was also a space boundary crystal, but the price of copper coins was sold, and the price of 500,000 Daojing was sold.

"The space that will appear in this auction will be crystal-clear, and the size of the thumb will be estimated by me to be worth a million crystals."
"But the things at the auction are often different from the market price. If someone is willing to win this, the bid will only be higher."
After listening to it, Lin Xun couldn't help but the cold.
A thumb-sized space is just like a crystal. It is worth a million crystals. If it is auctioned, the price will definitely be higher!
This is simply a sky-high price!
Not to mention the general monk, the first-class existence of the saint king, afraid that they can not get so many crystal.
Although Lin Xun is not bad at present, he can realize at this moment that if there is no abundant Tao Jing, he wants to rise in this Hongmeng world, and it is hard to be more difficult.
The higher the repair, the more ordinary treasures can no longer meet the practice.
For Lin Xun’s current practice, the treasures in the eyes of the monks are simply not useful to him.
In short, what he needs is a resource that can satisfy the cultivation of the Holy King!
However, these resources are all precious and rare, and some of them can not be met with the treasures of heaven and earth. The price is destined to be extremely expensive and cannot even be bought.
"Xuanyue girl, I plan to go alone in the city."
Slightly sinking, Lin Xun made a decision.
Jin Tian Xuanyue flashed a faintly unseen loss in the star-like scorpion, nodded and said: "Then I will be in the inn."
Until she was told to leave, she only sighed in her heart, and Xuan Xuan... apparently has not fully trusted herself...
Lin'an City is extremely large. Whether it is a street or a building, it is obviously prepared for the monks. In the city, there is no shadow of ordinary people.
As a ferry city, Lin'an City is undoubtedly extremely lively and prosperous. Vendors selling goods from Tiannan Haibei can be seen everywhere.
There are also monks from all over the world who pick and change shopping items here.
Lin looked for his hands on his back and wandered around the city for a quarter of an hour before squatting in front of a quaint building.
Listen to the wind floor!
Lin Xun’s scorpion flashed a trace of the same.
When he first arrived in the Datun world from the Tianqu world, he once entered the listening wind building to inquire about the news. He thought that listening to the wind building was only a force in the big world.
Who would have thought that in this city of Lin’an in the Hongmeng world, there is also the power of listening to the wind building!
"It seems that this power to collect and sell news is far greater than I thought..."
Lin looked and thought about it while walking into the wind building.
"I want to find some news."
After indicating the intention, Lin Xun was introduced into a secret room that was isolated from the outside world, and was received by a gray robe in the middle age.

If I want to know the path to the ‘real dragon world’, how much should I pay?

Lin searched for intentional temptation.
The middle-aged look of the gray robe is a stagnation, and the smile is fun: "Daoyou, in the past, there were many people like you, wanting to explore the path to the real dragon, and someone bids for a full eight million crystal price!"
Immediately, he sighed: "Unfortunately, I can't provide this news to the wind building."
Lin seeks: "Is there something in the world that I don't know?"
Being so questioned, the middle-aged robes of the gray robes did not agree, and smiled: "There is no big difference in the world of the glory, and the vastness of the ancient roads. We can’t understand all the things in the world."
Lin Xun nodded, no longer tempted, and said what he wanted to know: "Where is the black market in Lin'an City, how to enter?"
In the gray robe middle-aged scorpion flashed in different colors, extending five fingers: "This news, worth 50,000 crystal."
The black market is the place where underground transactions can be seen.
"it is good."
Lin Xun took out 50,000 Daojing.
When he left listening to the wind building, Lin Xun had already heard the name of a underground black market -
Fog hidden fast!
A mysterious, mysterious underground force behind it, it is said that in many cities of Hongmeng, there are underground black markets with fog.
Deep in a remote alley, there is an inconspicuous courtyard.
After Lin Xun arrived, he looked up and walked straight to the courtyard.
Oh~
Seeing that the courtyard is like a illusory light curtain, there is a circle of ripples, and Lin Xun’s figure disappears.
In the courtyard, it is another scene.
It is like a small world, with vertical and horizontal streets and buildings, and the smog between the heavens and the earth is looming.
There are many monks on the street, all in a hurry, some with buckets, some with masks, and some with black robes to cover the figure...
There are also some monks who set up stalls on the streets and sell items.
It’s just like the hustle and bustle of the outside world. In this dark and hazy world, it’s quiet, without any snoring, it’s very strange.
Even when trading, both buyers and sellers also talk in a voice.
This is the underground black market in Lin'an City!
It is the site controlled by the mysterious forces of Wuyin Zhai.
Lin searched for a glimpse of his eyes and immediately judged that the monks who entered the black market almost all had easy tolerance to cover up their identity.
"In the next Xie San, Daoyou, can you help?"
A lean-looking man came in, dressed in black, embroidered with a misty totem on his left shoulder.
This means that the other person is a person who is foggy.
"I want to sell some treasures."
Lin searched casually.
"Daoyou, there are two ways of trading here, one is that you sell the treasure to us, but the price will be lower than the market."
Xie three mouths, fast and fast, "like a treasure that can sell a hundred crystals in the outside world, where you can only sell at most 70 crystals."
"70%?"
"Correct."

What if the amount of treasure I want to sell is large?

Lin seeks.
Xie Sanzi's son lit up and said: "Then look at the number of treasures in the hands of the Taoist friends, and will definitely give you a satisfactory reward."
"I am worried that you can't eat it."
Lin searched casually.
Xie Sanzhen took a moment and smiled and said: "Daoyou, I am not thankful for the three, and there is no such thing as I can't eat in the city of Lin'an."
Lin Xun did not go to the truth and asked: "What is another trading method?"
Xie San pointed to the stalls on both sides of the street and said: "I set up my own stalls and sell them myself, but I need to charge a stall for the fog."
Lin Xun suddenly put out the mind of the stall, there are too many treasures on his body, and I don’t know when to sell it.
"Go, take me to your fog and see you."
Lin seeks.
Thanks to the spirit of Xie San, said: "Do you want to be here."
In his eyes, this guest seems to be unremarkable, and it is impossible to let people see the depth of strength. It can talk about manners, but it has its own intangible momentum.
Like this kind of guest, there are often good things on the body, and they are most welcomed by the fog.
Xie San took Lin Xun and walked along the street.
Along the way, the figure of the monk can be seen everywhere. There are many different kinds of stalls, but most of the items sold are not able to enter the forest.
Just halfway through, there was a sudden dispute -
In front of a stall, a woman in black was angry: "Don't you admit it? The stalls on the stalls are all treasures used by my father during his lifetime!"
"Girl, these treasures are all bought from the hands of people, but I never know your father."
The stall owner is an old gray-haired old man with a cold voice. "If you mess up again, don't blame the old and rude!"
The woman in black was shivering and her eyes were squirming. "Two months ago, my father suddenly became violent and his treasures were all gone. But now, these treasures are here, not what you do." Who did it?"
Many monks nearby are watching the fun and looking at the fun.
This is the underground black market, and most of the treasures sold in each booth are not seen, and involve a lot.
Otherwise, it will not be used for sale in the black market.
Obviously, this girl in black is coming for revenge. She recognizes her father's relics and is taken to the black market for sale. She suspects that the stall owner is her father-in-law.
The old man in the gray coat said: "Girl, this is a black market. Do you believe it or not? I am killing you now, no one cares?"
boom!
Daddy, he explored his hand and grabbed the white neck of the woman in black. She lifted her in the air, her cheeks were red, her breathing was difficult, and she could not struggle.
The lively monks who watched nearby could not help but shake their heads.
This black woman is also too stupid to come to the underground black market to seek revenge, but the strength is still so weak, is this not looking for death?
"There is a dispute here, is it foggy?"
Lin asked.
Xie Sandao: "We are only responsible for providing trading venues and maintaining normal trading order. Things like this kind of revenge happen almost every day and can't be managed."
Lin seeks: "If I want to manage it?"
Xie Sanyi stayed, and immediately smiled: "Don't you, don't make a joke, this kind of thing has nothing to do with you, don't even bother."
Lin seeks: "How about the road to see the knife?"
Xie San realized that Lin Xun might be serious and hesitantly said: "Do you have a problem with the Taoist friend, if you intervene in this matter?"
"Look at each other's ability." Lin found his eyes faint.
Heroes save the United States?
Can't talk about it.
He is not a bad person. He just feels that this kind of thing has been hit by himself. If he does not care, he will feel uncomfortable.
Since the practice, he has been cold to the enemy, has no mercy, and has killed many unknown enemies, so he is not a good person in the strict sense.
No matter what, no matter when, he never makes himself a selfish, indifferent person!