Chapter 72

"What is this?"

In the room, Xiao Yang sat at the table, holding a dark token, which seemed to be carved with a beautiful Mandala flower.

On one side of the bed, red flame quietly lying there, eyes slightly closed, body emitting a lavender light, in the digestion of the Light Shadow crystal.

"I didn't expect that Tang Qian had such a thing."

Master Mo took the black token from Xiao Yang's hand. He was surprised: "this thing should be the certificate to enter the black market."

"Black market?" Xiao Yang picked his eyebrows slightly.

"The so-called" black market "refers to an invisible market. Most of the goods traded in it come from improper sources and are extremely rare in the market. More importantly, because of the characteristics of the black market, those goods are much cheaper than the outside world." Mo Shi explained.

"This token is very rare?" Xiao Yang was interested in the black market.

"The certificate of entering the black market is also in circulation from time to time, but it is rare to see this kind of sculpture with datura flower." The ink master pondered.

"Then let's go and have a look?" Xiao Yang took a look at the dark sky outside the window, turned his head and looked at the ink master expectantly.

"Go and have a look. Maybe you'll come across something strange." Mo Shi said with a smile.

The cool moonlight, falling from the sky, seems to be covering all the buildings with a layer of silver yarn.

Under the stars, a black robe figure is walking slowly. On its shoulder, a small fox smacks its mouth gently and looks around with purple eyes.

Around a few straight streets, Xiao Yang raised his head and looked at the door in front of him. His eyes narrowed slightly.

On both sides of the gate stood two cold faced young men, each of whom had the strength of a ninth order spiritual master.

The Ninth level Lingshi is the Lingshi. It's incredible that such a powerful person should be looking at the gate here.

"Is this the black market?" Xiao Yang sighed in his heart and immediately raised his feet to walk there.

"Stop!"

Just as Xiao Yanggang was approaching, one of the youths flashed a cold light in his eyes and cheered in a cold voice.

"Bumpkin, no token, want to go in?"

At this time, a young man who passed by Xiao Yang glanced at him disdainfully. His hand was light. A dark token appeared in his hand, but there was no Mandala pattern on it.

"Go in."

Under the young man's indifferent eyes, the young man's face was full of pride. Without even looking at Xiao Yang, he stepped in.

Looking at this scene, Xiao Yang shrugs his shoulders innocently. He knows that the token is useful, but he doesn't know that the requirements of the black market are so strict that he has to show the token from a long distance.

So he took out the token from the stone and gently handed it to one of the young men.

"Elder order?"

Seeing the token in Xiao Yang's hand, the young man was stunned at first. He immediately bowed and said respectfully, "I don't know if it's the elder who's coming. I don't know if he's neglecting. I hope he'll forgive me."

Seeing this, another young man was also in a hurry to lower himself, very careful action.

"What is the Presbyterian order?"

Hesitated for a while, Xiao Yang doubts of ask a way.

"You don't know?"

The young man straightened up and looked at Xiao Yang strangely, but his attitude was still respectful: "elder order is the supreme token of the black market. You can enter any place in the black market of the snow moon Empire, and you can enjoy 20% discount no matter what you buy."

"Is there a difference between high and low?" Xiao Yang blinked.

"Of course, the former man's is only the lowest class. He can't get into some really good places." Another young man quickly took over the conversation.

"So it is. Thank you for telling me. Now, can I go in?" Xiao Yang said with a smile.

"Of course." The young man lost his smile, hesitated for a moment, or could not help asking: "Sir, I didn't seem to have seen you before, this token..."

"It's a gift from a friend. Do you know Tang Qian from Qianyao auction house?" Xiao Yang puts the token into the empty stone and tries to ask. He is also curious about the identity of Tang Qian.

"It's elder Tang." The young man gave a wry smile: "please come in. I'll forgive you both for taking the liberty."

Seeing that they don't want to reveal too much, Xiao Yang can only give up. At least he can know that Tang Qian must have something to do with the black market, and his status is not low.

Stepping into the dark gate, compared with the silence outside, the scene in front of us seems to have completely changed. On both sides of the street, there are one after another stalls, but each stall owner's face is always indifferent.

"The eighth order spirit man."

When passing a stall, Xiao Yang's heart leaps slightly. The two people outside are of high strength. He can understand that they are, after all, supervisors of the black market. But as soon as they enter the door, they encounter an eight level Lingshi, which is a little terrifying."These guys, they all have the smell of blood. It's not easy to provoke."

The more he went in, the more frightened Xiao Yang was. Everyone in the room was even stronger than him. The second-class spirit men were the bottom of the list.

Every other place on the street, there was a young man stationed. All the young people were dressed in white, with a solemn face.

Without these people, we don't know what kind of chaos will be in this dark city.

"Xiao Yang, take three steps to the left. There are good things there."

When Xiao Yang looked at the city, the voice of Mo Shi suddenly rang in his mind.

Nodding without any trace, Xiao Yang goes to the stall and leans down. It seems that he is choosing something.

"Little brother, all my things are good. 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 those outside. When Xiao Yang walks in, the vendor smiles and tries his best to sell.

"How can I sell this red bead?"

Under the instruction of the ink master, Xiao Yang's palm pretends to sweep over a push of objects, and finally stops on a red bead.

"It's a good treasure. I found it in the relic of a strong spirit Master. As long as 20000 gold coins, it's yours." The vendor's eyes flickered, and he was busy.

"Tell me, what's the use of this bead." Xiao Yang laughs. Master Mo just said that it's not worth a thousand gold coins, but the guy in front of him asked for 30000.

"This..." The peddler's face was chatting and could not speak for a long time.

"You don't even know what I want this for." Xiao Yang shakes his head and smiles. He gets up and leaves.

"Three thousand!" The vendor was in a hurry and said in a hurry.

"A thousand."

Seeing that the vendor had to raise the price, Xiao Yang waved his hand helplessly: "it's useless to me. It's just a casual look. If you don't sell it, it's OK."

Seeing this, the vendor nodded helplessly and had to take a thousand gold coins from Xiao Yang.

"I thought I met a young man."

After Xiao Yang left, the vendor was still mumbling to himself. It seemed that he was sorry for not killing Xiao Yang.

[there is something wrong with the automatic publishing of the author's backstage. Fortunately, I just looked at it and decided 12 o'clock, but I didn't send it out, crying to death]

the author's backstage automatic publishing is wrong