Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

The white-haired old man stopped leaving and his eyes turned cold. This group of people had hidden such important information.

What if the thing he wanted was bought by that girl?

The white-haired old man turned around and asked in a cold voice: "Who was the girl who bought a painting before?"

"That girl is wearing a purple dress. She has a graceful figure, skin like soft jade, and an unparalleled appearance. She has a pair of exquisite apricot eyes, and her whole body is full of nobility and dignity. In short, she is astonishing." An aunt said. Smiling and talking in great detail.

At the same time, the aunt's eyes flashed with malice.

Everyone in the black market is in a state of soul and cannot hide their appearance.

She said it in such detail, these two people should be able to find Feng Qingran.

The aunt really hopes that these two people will fight with Feng Qingran!

However, when Luo Xiyao heard her aunt's description, the jealousy in her eyes almost overflowed. How could there be such a person as the aunt mentioned?

She has seen countless women with outstanding looks, but none of them can combine so many advantages.

"Did she do anything unusual when she was buying paintings? Besides her, who else bought his paintings today?" The white-haired old man didn't care about his appearance.

He was even more worried that what Feng Qingran bought was the one Luo Xiyao had seen before.

It is impossible for an old man selling paintings to change the goods in his hands for no reason.

The aunt looked embarrassed when she heard the white-haired old man's question.

The white-haired old man directly took out a top-quality spiritual stone and handed it to the aunt.

The aunt immediately stared greedily at the spirit stone in the old man's hand.

"As long as you tell me the specific information, this spiritual stone will be yours." The white-haired old man's cloudy eyes were full of majesty.

"I can tell you more, I know more than her!" A man squeezed in front of the aunt and said excitedly.

"And me, I can tell you that girl's token number!" Another man with a fierce look rushed forward.

"I can also tell you the direction the girl left."

……

A group of people rushed forward, trying to get the best spiritual stone.

No one noticed that the old man selling paintings behind them rolled his eyes and fainted to the ground.

The white-haired old man's face was condensed and he said in a cold voice: "One by one, any useful information can lead to a top-quality spiritual stone."

When everyone heard this, they became even more excited and wanted to be the first to tell what they knew.

"If you are crowded, no one will have a spirit stone!" Luo Xiyao warned.

Everyone could only stop and obediently come forward one by one to tell them what they knew.

Soon, the useful news was finished.

However, there were still more than a dozen people who had not received the spirit stones and were unwilling to do so, so they deliberately repeated what they had said before in a different way.

The white-haired old man shook his head. It seemed that he had finished all the useful information.

The white-haired old man took Luo Xiyao and prepared to chase Feng Qingran.

After all, it is extremely difficult to find someone in this huge black market.

What's more, he and Luo Xiyao can only stay in the black market for another half hour at most.

One of the men, who was as lean as a monkey, rolled his eyes and caught up with the two people who had left.

The man came to the white-haired old man and said, "I thought of a detail. Although the girl glanced at the painting casually, she glanced at the scroll several times in a row."

The white-haired old man paused slightly, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." The man said firmly.

The white-haired old man took out a top-quality spiritual stone and handed it to the man.

"Xiyao, let's look for the girl separately, but remember, once your token flashes red, you must leave the black market in time." The white-haired old man's voice was anxious.

The man's painting reminded the old man.

There are more than identical paintings. If it is true that there is a Tai Chi atmosphere hidden in the paintings.

That must be that every painting should have a Tai Chi flavor, and it is impossible for only one painting to be abnormal.

Perhaps at first, the Tai Chi aura that Luo Xiyao sensed was not hidden in the painting, but in the scroll of the painting.

The painting must be taken back from the girl before she notices anything strange about the scroll.

"Master, it's just a scroll of a painting, why go to such trouble?" Luo Xiyao asked in confusion.

"Maybe the secret of the painting is in the scroll. Go find that girl quickly and don't ask so many questions." The white-haired old man said in a majestic tone that did not tolerate resistance.

Luo Xiyao did not dare to ask any more questions, so she separated from the old man and went to look for Feng Qingran.

At this time, Feng Qingran had no idea about this.

Feng Qingran had already left the street when the two of them were looking for the old man to buy paintings.

Judging from the looks of those two people, they must have recognized what was on the scroll. It would be totally mindless for her to stay there and wait for people to cause trouble.

After Feng Qingran turned around and came to another street, her clothes quietly changed colors.

At this moment, Feng Qingran once again marveled at the beauty of the colorful mysterious clothes.

The street where Feng Qingran is now is called Xingbao Street.

It is said that the probability of buying treasures on this street is the highest in the entire black market.

Therefore, the monks on Xingbao Street are crowded together, and every stall is crowded.

Feng Qingran decided to stay away from these people and chose to walk into a nearby shop to take a look.

As soon as Feng Qingran turned around and entered the store, Luo Xiyao followed closely and came to Xingbao Street.

When Luo Xiyao saw the people on the street, impatience flashed in her eyes. How on earth could she find so many people?