After reading the game to understand the protagonist's chance, she took all of them.

The fact that he had defeated six evil cultivators in a row made the people of the Jin family even more convinced that Bai Lan was a disciple of the Spirit Transformation Stage.

"I feel that the bearded man from the Jin family is not as cunning as you say. He looked kind and gentle when he was talking to you just now. I think he is quite easy to talk to."

The system looked at the backs of the people leaving and spoke with a smile.

The head of the Jin family does have a long, rough beard.

"No, if Jin Yao had any mishap today, the kind-looking bearded man you mentioned would appear in an instant with reverberation, first killing the low-level cultivators present, and then killing me." Bai Lan turned the golden bell on his fingertips and said slowly: "Who wouldn't be anxious after taking someone's daughter to visit the wolf's den?"

The premise of all harmony now depends on Bai Lan’s absolute strength to ensure Jin Yao’s safety.

"Indeed, host, every time you frantically reload the game on the edge of danger, I get anxious too." The system felt the same way.

"Don't be anxious in the future. It's useless to be anxious. It will cause you to lose your mind and your brain will work slower and slower."

system:"......"

Today's harvest: Storage bag +6

After taking inventory of the storage bags in the Void Stone, there were more than twenty of them scattered around.

Those who know clearly that Bai Lan is a famous and upright cultivator of the Qingyuan Sect, while those who don’t think she is doing the business of an evil cultivator.

This is just the amount of money that monks who rob people on the road earn every day.

But selling stolen goods certainly cannot be done in Wanbao Tower. There are so many people coming and going, including many fellow disciples from Qingyuan Sect. It would be troublesome if they were seen.

When dealing with storage bags, it is more appropriate to go to the black market which is in the gray area.

She took out from her storage bag the bamboo stick that the old guide handed to her when she first entered Cangyuan City.

The black market is located in the south of the city, in a dark alley full of red lanterns. First walk forward ten steps, then turn left and walk five steps, then turn left and walk ten steps again, then take out a bamboo stick and inject spiritual power into it, then you can enter the black market through the teleportation array.

A tedious process of winding around.

As promised, Bai Lan found the dark alley full of red lanterns according to what was written on the jade slip, and then saved the file.

"Eh, this damn place is so creepy." The system decisively went around behind Bai Lan.

The red lanterns in the dark alley will make autumn come out for a little fun, and that will make the experience even better.

Bai Lan said nothing, but followed the rules step by step into the darkness, then took out the bamboo stick and injected some spiritual power into it.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed under her feet, and several golden runes flickered. In an instant, a suction force came from below and sucked her into the formation.

There was no pain, no pressure, and no sign of death.

Fortunately, it was just a simple teleportation.

The buzzing sound in my ears flashed by, and when I opened my eyes again, noisy voices and lights gradually rose.

"Hey, little girl, put on this mask and follow me."

Before I could recover from the dizziness of the teleportation, someone patted my shoulder, and suddenly there was a mask in his hand, and the person had already walked away.

His spiritual sense swept across the black mask in his hand, but was miraculously blocked back.

The mask that can block spiritual detection seems to have the same effect as Jin Yao's veil.

Although, who are you?

Bai Lan frowned and looked up. The back of the person in front of him seemed somewhat familiar.

"What are you standing there for? Are you stupid?" The old man raised his eyebrows and said with a teasing tone, "Put on your mask and follow me."

At first glance, it was clear that almost all the monks around had hidden their true faces, and some even covered their entire bodies, including their heads and feet, tightly in wide robes.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Bai Lan also put on the black mask.

The Dingyan Pill auctioned off by Wanbaolou was given by Ji Feng. At least its origin is clear, so it doesn't matter if it's a little more ostentatious to attract some evil cultivators.

But this time she came to the black market to deal with those dozens of storage bags, so she really had to be low-key.

Which respectable and prestigious sect would go to the black market to buy dozens of storage bags? Wouldn't it be embarrassing if they happened to meet a fellow disciple of the Qingyuan Sect whom they had met before?

After glancing at the old man who was urging him in front of him, Bai Lan turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

The teacher said that people who give you small gifts on the street and ask you to follow them are all bad people.

Can she follow the bad guys? Of course not.

Old man: "...Hey! You are such a heartless girl. You took my mask and left! You are immoral!"

"Ah, yes, yes."

"Wait a minute, I'm not a bad person. We've met before, have you forgotten?"

Of course Bai Lan knew him. Wasn't the invisibility robe in his hand bought from his stall?

"I have connections for buying and selling things. You're new to the black market. Instead of wandering around like a headless fly, you might as well follow me." The old man whispered in Bai Lan's ear.

"Oh~ You are here to solicit customers." Bai Lan understood, turned around and looked at the old man, helplessly spread his hands, and sighed about poverty: "Sorry, I only have 100 spirit stones in my pocket, I can't afford anything."

"Little girl, you are pretending to be ignorant even though you know the truth! Although the Hidden Spirit Robe is very useful, you don't know where it came from. Are you really not going to follow me?"

The old man sighed.

He originally wanted to pretend to be an expert at Riddle Man, but the little girl asked him all kinds of questions and forced him to tell the truth.

"This robe comes from Tianji Pavilion. I've known that for a long time." Bai Lan said with a smile.

The old man was stunned: "Huh? How did you know!?"

In a hurry, he even forgot to transmit the message, causing many people around to look over.

"How can there be something that is 100% good in the world? Every treasure has its pros and cons. Although the Hidden Spirit Robe can hide one's body, it has a fatal weakness." The old man said in a low voice: "I have something here that can eliminate its side effects."

Bai Lan looked suspicious.

Unscrupulous businessmen, these are all the tricks of unscrupulous businessmen.

First, he tricked someone into buying the robe with a spirit stone, and then after a few months, he told her that the robe actually had side effects. Then he asked her to use the huge amount of spirit stones to buy something to eliminate the side effects.

But whether to buy the thing or not is another matter. She really doesn't know the side effects of the robe.

"Okay, you lead the way."

Following the old man through twists and turns, the two finally stopped in front of a shabby little attic.

Looking up, I saw three big words written on the plaque above.

Baowan Tower.

"Baowanlou..." Bai Lan was puzzled: "What is your relationship with Wanbaolou? Is it a branch of Wanbaolou in the black market?"

Is Wanbaolou doing so badly in the black market? This building is so shabby.

"What are you talking about! Wanbaolou is Wanbaolou, Baowanlou is Baowanlou. My Baowanlou is one-of-a-kind. There is only one such store in the entire Wuyun Continent. How can it be compared with those Wanbaolou that are everywhere in the world?" The old man snorted.

"Baowanlou, as the name suggests, contains thousands and thousands of treasures," the old man said proudly.

It's one of a kind, there's only one store like this. When I looked up, I saw it was a shabby little store.

"Outside is not the place to talk, come with me." The old man walked into the attic with his hands behind his back, his tone indifferent.

"Although I have many treasures, not everyone can buy them. I only want customers who know what they are worth."