"what is this?"
In the room, Xiao Yang was sitting at the table, holding a dark token in his hand. The token seemed to be carved with a graceful mandala flower.
On the bed beside , Chi Yan lay quietly there, her eyes closed slightly, her body exuding a lavender light, she was digesting the dichroic shadow spirit crystal.
"I can't think of Tang Qian, there is such a thing."
Master Mo took the black token from Xiao Yang's hand, and a trace of surprise passed in his eyes: "This thing should be a voucher to enter the black market."
"Black market?" Xiao Yang raised his eyebrows slightly.
"The so-called black market is the illiterate market. Most of the items traded in it come from bad sources and are extremely rare on the market. More importantly, due to the characteristics of the black market, those items are much cheaper than the outside world." Master Mo explained.
"This token is very rare?" Xiao Yang showed some interest in the black market in his heart.
"The voucher for entering the black market is also in circulation on the market from time to time, but this kind of mandala flower is rarely seen." Master Mo said in deep thought.
"Then let's go take a look?" Xiao Yang glanced at the dark sky outside the window, turned his head, and looked at Master Mo with anticipation.
"It's okay to go and see, maybe you can come across some strange gadgets." Master Mo smiled.
The cold moonlight sheds down from the sky, as if covering all buildings with a layer of silver gauze.
Under a little bit of stars, a figure in a black robe walked slowly. On its shoulder, a petite Firefox smacked its mouth lightly, with purple eyes, constantly looking around.
Bypassing several straight streets, Xiao Yang raised his head and looked at the slightly rugged door in front of him, his eyes narrowed involuntarily.
On both sides of the gate, standing two young men with cold expressions, each of them has the strength of a ninth-order spiritualist.
The ninth-order spiritualist, and the next step is the spiritualist, such a tyrannical figure, it is incredible to look at the door here.
"Is this the black market?" Xiao Yang sighed in his heart, and immediately raised his foot and walked towards it.
"Stop!"
Just when Xiao Yang approached, one of the young people had a cold light flashing in his eyes and shouted in a cold voice.
"Tubao, I don't have a token, and I want to go in?"
At this time, a young man passing by Xiao Yang glanced at Xiao Yang disdainfully, his palm was lightly raised, and a dark token appeared in his hand, but there was no mandala carved on it.
"Go in."
Under the young man's indifferent gaze, the young man's face was full of arrogance. He didn't even glance at Xiao Yang, and strode in.
Looking at this scene, Xiao Yang shrugged his shoulders innocently. He knew that the token was useful, but how did he know that the black market had such strict requirements that he had to show the token far away.
So, he took out the token from the void stone and gently handed it to one of the young people.
"The elders order?"
Seeing the token in Xiao Yang's hand, the young man was taken aback for a moment, and then he hurriedly said in a respectful manner: "I don't know if it is the elder's visit, how negligent, I hope to forgive me."
Seeing this, another young man also hurriedly lowered his body, acting very carefully.
"What is the elder order?"
After hesitating, Xiao Yang asked suspiciously.
"Don't you know?"
The young man straightened up and looked at Xiao Yang with weird eyes, but his attitude was still respectful: "The Order of the Elders is the supreme token of the black market. You can enter any place in all the black markets in the Xueyue Empire, and you can enjoy a 20% discount regardless of the purchase of any items. Offers."
"There are still high and low tokens?" Xiao Yang blinked.
"Of course, the previous person's is only the lowest category, some really good places, he can't get in." Another young man quickly took the conversation.
"It turned out to be like this, thank you for letting me know, now, can I go in?" Xiao Yang smiled.
"Of course." The young man smiled, hesitated, and couldn't help asking: "Sir, I don't seem to have seen you before, this token..."
"It was a gift from a friend, Tang Qian from Qianyao Auction House, do you know?" Xiao Yang put the token into the empty boundary stone and tried to ask. He was also very curious about Tang Qian's identity.
"It turned out to be Elder Tang." The young man gave a wry smile: "Please come in, forgive me for your presumption."
Seeing that the two did not want to reveal too much appearance, Xiao Yang could only give up. At least he could know that Tang Qian must have something to do with this black market, and his status was not low.
Stepping into the dark gate, compared with the coldness outside, the scene in front of you seems to be completely changed. On both sides of the street, there are stalls one after another, but each stall owner has a consistent face. indifferent.
"The eighth-order spiritualist."
When passing a booth, Xiao Yang's heart jumped slightly. The two outsiders were high in strength and he could understand them. After all, they were the monitors of the black market, but as soon as they entered the door, they encountered a Tier 8 spiritualist, which was a bit scary.
"These guys are bloody, not easy to provoke."
The more he walked in, the more shocked Xiao Yang became. Everyone in it was actually stronger than him. The second-order spiritualist could only be the bottom.
Everywhere on the street, there is a young man stationed there. All of these young people are dressed in white with a solemn face.
If these people are not there, this square city in the dark still doesn't know what the chaos will be.
"Xiao Yang, take another three steps to the left, there are good things there."
When Xiaoyang was looking at the town, Master Mos voice suddenly rang in his mind.
nodded without a trace~~Xiao Yang walked to the stall, leaned down, and seemed to be choosing something.
"Little brother, these things of mine are all good stuff. If you need anything, just ask, I'll give you the lowest price."
Even the vendors in the black market are as shrewd and treacherous as outside. Seeing Xiao Yang walk in, the vendor quickly put a smile on his face and tried his best to sell.
"How do you sell this red bead?"
Under the instructions of Master Mo, Xiao Yang's palm pretended to sweep across a push object, and finally stopped on a red bead.
"This thing is a good treasure. I found it in the relics of a strong spiritualist. As long as 20,000 gold coins, it is yours." The vendor gleamed and said quickly.
"Then tell me, what's the use of this bead." Xiao Yang said funny. Master Mo said just now, this thing is not worth a thousand gold coins, and the guy in front of you actually asks for thirty thousand. Enough.
"This..." The street vendor showed a jealous look on his face, and he was speechless for a long time.
"You don't even know what I want this thing to do." Xiao Yang shook his head and smiled before getting up and leaving.
"Three thousand!" The vendor said in a hurry.
"One thousand."
Seeing that the vendors have to raise the price, Xiao Yang waved his hand helplessly: "This thing is of no use to me, just take a look at it. If you don't sell it, then forget it."
Seeing this, the vendor nodded helplessly, and had to accept a thousand gold coins from Xiao Yang.
"I thought I met a stunned boy."
After Xiaoyang left, the vendor was still muttering to himself, as if he was sorry for not being able to kill Xiaoyang.
[The author has a problem with the automatic publishing in the background. Fortunately, I just checked it and set it at twelve, but I didnt send it out, crying to death