Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

"Thank you, Sixth Junior Brother." Ning Shi smiled brightly, and she also gave Qin Hanyan a spiritual stone.

Feng Qingran glanced at the spiritual stones on the ground. One portion contained at least top-grade spiritual stones, equivalent to one billion low-grade spiritual stones.

After following the generous Sixth Senior Brother for so long, Feng Qingran almost forgot what low-grade spiritual stones looked like.

Feng Qingran politely packed a portion of the spirit stone.

Afterwards, Feng Qingran prepared some spiritual stones for everyone.

Including upper, middle and lower spiritual stones.

After all, this place is no different than other places. The black market often sells the best spiritual stones, and it is easy to be taken advantage of.

"Little Junior Sister, you... where did you get so many spirit stones?" Ning Shiyue's eyes widened. The spiritual stones prepared by the Little Junior Sister were no less than those of the Sixth Junior Brother!

"I... sold some talismans before." Feng Qingran blinked her almond-shaped eyes slightly, feeling a little guilty.

"If you have anything you want to sell, you can bring it in." Tang Chongzhi said, interrupting Ning Shiyue's continued questioning.

Baili Wenyue touched his chin with his hand and looked at the spirit stone in front of him in deep thought.

The junior sister seems to have many secrets that they don't know?

At this time-

Mo Jinghong said in a deep voice: "Give me your token."

Baili Wenyue's thoughts were interrupted and he took out the token and handed it to Mo Jinghong.

Feng Qingran also immediately handed the token to Mo Jinghong.

Ning Shiyue and Qin Hanyan did the same action without hesitation.

Only Tang Chongzhi was a little hesitant, but seeing everyone's actions, he also chose to hand the token to Mo Jinghong.

Mo Jinghong first took Feng Qingran's token and tapped it with his fingertips. The token flashed with a faint red light, and a strange rune was embedded in the token.

After all five people finished drawing their tokens, Mo Jinghong said, "I'll wait for you at the outer gate."

When Feng Qingran heard that Mo Jinghong wanted to stay outside, she thought that when she entered the black market a few years ago, Mo Jinghong did not go in either.

Isn't Brother Seventh curious about what the black market looks like?

"Then it's my seventh junior brother." Ning Shi's eyes were filled with joy.

"Seventh Junior Brother, you can wait here with peace of mind. I will definitely buy you a copy when I encounter something good." After Baili Wenyue finished speaking, he walked towards the teleportation array.

Ning Shiyue and Qin Hanyan also followed the teleportation array and sat cross-legged.

Tang Chongzhu and Mo Jinghong looked at each other. Tang Chongzhu had been observing Mo Jinghong since entering Huolingzhou.

It has been decades since he was reborn into this body.

Most of the strength belonging to the Demon Lord has been restored, and his current strength is equivalent to that of a human Mahayana monk.

But he still couldn't see through Mo Jinghong, and he even vaguely felt that Mo Jinghong was many times stronger than him.

This made Tang Chongzhi very uneasy.

Mo Jinghong glanced at Tang Chongzhi for a few times, then looked sideways at Feng Qingran, who was staring at him, "Young junior sister, won't you go in?"

"Senior Brother Seven, aren't you curious about what's going on in the black market?" Feng Qingran's voice was clear.

"Not curious."

at this time--

Zhuo Yan suddenly appeared and said in a contemptuous tone: "Humph! Look at your unseen look. Only the garbage sold in the black market is disdainful to the master."

The moment he saw the burning flames, Tang Chongzhu's expression changed.

Tang Chongzhu immediately walked towards the teleportation array, sat cross-legged, and entered the black market.

Zhuo Yan felt a wave of breath and muttered: "Strange, why is there a breath of demons?"

Feng Qingran narrowed her eyes slightly and stared at Zhuo Yan, "What a pity. I haven't found the strange fire yet, so I can't make soup..."

Zhuo Yan flapped his wings, "Bad woman! Bad woman!"

Feng Qingran grinded his teeth and said, "Senior Brother Seventh, you need a bird cage."

Mo Jinghong's confounded face was filled with a smile, and he said warmly: "Junior sister, you can buy a birdcage on the black market, but don't get into trouble."

"I know." Feng Qingran touched the tip of her jade-white nose. Since the last incident at Xionghuling, Mo Jinghong's trust in her had plummeted.

"Hmph! How can you, the troublemaker, not cause trouble?" Zhuo Yan shouted sternly.

Feng Qingran rolled her eyes at Zhuoyan and was too lazy to pay attention to it. She walked into the teleportation array and entered the black market.

Mo Jinghong flicked his sleeves and set up a barrier in the house.

It's not that Mo Jinghong doesn't want to go to the black market.

But the soul power of the black market builder is too low. If he enters the black market, the black market will collapse directly because it cannot bear his soul power.

Besides, since he and Feng Qingran entered the city.

Someone has been following them secretly.

If he stayed outside, he might be able to look for some clues.

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Feng Qingran's side, as soon as he entered the black market, a large group of people gathered around him.

These people were holding all kinds of things in their hands.

A woman dressed as a woman said: "Little girl, do you want to buy a magic weapon? I can sell it to you cheaply!"

"Little girl, don't listen to her. Her things are all second-hand. Buy mine. My things are freshly baked."

"Little girl, don't be deceived by them. What they sell are all fakes. What I have here are all real..."

"Girl, buy my stuff. I am always honest in my business and will never deceive consumers!"

cut! ——

As the man finished speaking, there was a sound of contempt from all around.

Feng Qingran's beautiful eyes looked at Liuhui, and her consciousness swept over the people surrounding her. It was obvious that they were all in a state of soul.

The state of the soul touches physical things. It seems that the owner behind the black market has something.

Feng Qingran glanced at everyone's hands and recognized that most of the things in their hands were fakes.

"Get out of the way." Feng Qingran's voice was condensed, her eyebrows were lightly swept, and her eyes were as bright as stars, like clear water under a pool of moonlight, as if there were thousands of streams of light, and she had a noble and noble aura.

Everyone was shocked and looked at Feng Qingran. They thought she was an easy-going little girl, but they didn't expect that she turned out to be a tough one.

Everyone dispersed to make way for them.

Feng Qingran walked towards the market in front. When passing by an old man, Feng Qingran felt a strange aura.

Feng Qingran's exquisite apricot eyes flashed with a glint, and she glanced sideways at the thing the old man was holding, and paused slightly.