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Before long, Qin Sheng found the black market castle, where he sold high priced goods.

Led by the emissary, Qin Sheng came to a small room.

The room is very small, but covered with prohibitions. People outside can't break in hard. It's very private and dense.

"Sir, please wait here for a moment. The Deacon will be here soon." The emissary didn't look down on Qin Sheng, but was respectful.

How could the weak be able to enter the black market castle? And recently, the magic dragon wasteland has revived, some prohibitions have disappeared slowly, a large number of sites have been spared, a lot of loose repairs have been made, and even some of the most powerful sons of heaven have come to Taobao.

Although Qin Sheng seems unimpressive, who knows if he has found major sites, found great treasures and became rich overnight.

"OK." Qin Sheng nodded indifferently and sat down.

The room has nothing but a rectangular table and two chairs.

Qin Sheng didn't wait long, a white haired old man in black came into the room.

Qin Sheng glanced at the old man with white hair, and felt the fierce yuan power fluctuation on him. He was not only a master of the sky environment, but also reached the middle stage of the soul environment.

The water of the underground black market is too deep. The gatekeeper is tongtianjing. The Deacon is in the middle of tongtianjing. Qin Sheng can't help but look at the old man with black robe and white hair.

In fact, Qin Sheng didn't know that the surface of the underground black market was the power construction of several nearby cities. In fact, the real master was the prince from the capital.

It's not difficult for princes from the capital to mobilize some of the most powerful people in the sky!

In addition, with the recovery of the magic dragon wasteland, the underground black market can even absorb a large amount of money for the scattered repair of the sky. As long as it can afford to produce Yuanjing, it is not too difficult for the underground black market to accept a group of warriors who can reach the sky.

The old man with black robe and white hair deliberately exudes his terror. This is also a reminder to the monks who come here to trade. Don't make any small moves. There are some strong people in the underground black market who are not afraid to die.

Looking at Qin Sheng, the old man in black robe smiled professionally and asked, "what do you want to sell?"

"Rune." Qin Sheng said lightly, the voice does not take any emotional color.

The old man in black robe nodded his head. The fighters who recently chose to trade in the black market castle are nothing but runes, pills, or some rare martial arts.

Among them, most of them are runes.

Most of the relics found are runes.

"What level of runes do you want to trade? Black market castle with three stripes below is not acceptable." The old man in black explained.

Recently, there are too many runes absorbed by the underground black market. The low-level runes with one or two lines have far exceeded the load of the underground black market. It will take a long time to digest before they can be sold out.

"Three stripes." Qin Sheng said.

Hearing this, the old man in black robe thought it was a high-level talisman, but it turned out to be a talisman with three lines.

The old man in black robe glanced at Qin Sheng lightly again. Although he wore a metal mask, he still saw Qin Sheng's eyes. He was sure not to fight at his age.

Maybe some low-level martial artists just picked up the leak and got one or two three pattern talismans.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the old man in black robe could not help but be a little contemptuous. He smiled and asked, "how much do you have?"

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