Blackwater Street is the westernmost street in Panlong City. It is dilapidated and incomparable with the main street.
Walking into Heishui Street, Wang Xuan saw many warriors setting up stalls and hawking noisily everywhere, like a vegetable market.
"A sword of the Immortal Killer, sold cheaply for thirty yuan stones!"
"Your Excellency is destined to me. This Demon King Beast Core only requires two low-grade Yuan stones."
"Qi Gathering Pill, a first-grade Yuan Stone, is on sale at a low price."
"Idiot, you want to rob me. Let me die!"
Mu Qingyue was slightly stunned. Even Wang Xuan opened his mouth slightly when he looked at the Heishui Street that was like a boiling pot.
Some cheated, and some openly robbed people. In the distance, a head rolled to the ground, dying with its eyes open.
Isn't this exactly the training environment he wants?
Some stall owners on both sides of the road looked at the two men with evil eyes.
"Looking for death!" Wang Xuan said coldly, his whole body's aura bloomed, and the fluctuations in the third level cultivation level of the Secret Realm were revealed.
Suddenly, those malicious eyes disappeared.
Wang Xuan's cultivation in the secret realm has made them fearful. The most important thing is the strong murderous aura in the young man, which is not something that can be possessed casually. He has obviously killed many people and is not a good person.
In the territory of Yinfeng Valley, not only the cultivation level is judged, but also the bloody and murderous intent. The more ferocious, the more respectable one is.
"How much is this appearance and face?"
The two of them walked to a stall, and Wang Xuan asked fiercely to the middle-aged stall owner who was sitting cross-legged behind the stall.
The middle-aged man was a second-level cultivator in the Secret Realm. He had killed a client in the Xuanyuan Realm and took away the customer's storage bag.
Seeing Wang Xuan ask, he hurriedly smiled and flattered: "Brother, I like it, twenty yuan stones."
Wang Xuan: "Huh?"
"Brother, what price do you want?" The middle-aged man in black immediately stopped breathing.
Wang Xuan threw out a low-grade Yuan Stone: "No need to look for it."
She put away her appearance and continued to lie with Mu Qingyue.
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, said to himself that it was bad luck, and admitted defeat.
Mu Qingyue walked beside the young man, covering her mouth and smiling: "Is this really good?"
Wang Xuan: "Giving him a Yuan Stone is already low-key."
Having said that, in fact, there is still normal business on Blackwater Street, except for the occasional forced buying and selling, murder and property grabbing.
No one can guarantee that if they are too aggressive, they will encounter someone with stronger cultivation and destroy them.
The appearance and appearance are too low-end. Wang Xuan is not suitable for sneaking into Yinfeng Valley, so he can only be used by Mu Qingyue.
Being too good-looking is also troublesome. The territory of Yinfeng Valley has a lot of evil cultivators who are mainly dual cultivators, and there are many old monsters among them.
It was necessary to change Mu Qingyue's appearance. As for Mu Qingyue's figure, she was even more troubled. She could only ask her to tie her bra tighter and wrap more cloth around her waist. Her round buttocks were really not good. hidden.
Being in great shape is undoubtedly a big problem.
"The price of this hairpin?"
Wang Xuan stopped in front of a stall selling accessories and pointed to a white crystal hairpin with a crescent moon pendant. The style was very beautiful.
"Little friends with good eyesight, this white moonlight hairpin can absorb moonlight on a starry night. It has miraculous beauty effects and is worth eighty-eight low-grade Yuan stones."
The stall owner is an old man in a gray robe. When he sees business coming to his door, he immediately gets excited and introduces him with a smile.
It could only emit faint moonlight. Although Wang Xuan didn't know much about weapon refining, he knew that the old man was exaggerating.
"There's no need to look for it." Wang Xuan threw a mid-grade Yuan Stone, took the Bai Yueguang hairpin and handed it to Mu Qingyue: "Give it to you."
"It's too expensive, don't waste any more." Mu Qingyue felt distressed.
Watching the two people leave, the old man in gray robe grinned while holding the egg-sized yuan stone, kissed it, and carefully put it into his storage bag.
The old man thought to himself: It’s a big hit.
Wang Xuan and Mu Qingyue continued to walk towards the back of Heishui Street, looking for better grooming items.
Seeing that he had to visit the entire Blackwater Street, Wang Xuan was a little disappointed when a commotion caught his attention.
"I'll give you fifty yuan of low-grade Yuan stones!"
"I'll pay you a hundred yuan stones, and this beast core belongs to me!"
"Two hundred dollars!"
"..."
In front of a stall, many male martial arts cultivators were bidding fiercely.
And a short, stocky young man dressed in black was holding a beast core with excited eyes.
The young man in black is only 1.6 meters tall. Not only is he as fat as a ball, but his skin is as black as the bottom of a pot. The most terrible thing is that his face is as flat as if it has been hit by a brick.
"I'll give you one thousand, let's see who dares to bid with me?" A handsome young man in rich clothes said with a sneer.
Immediately, the other bidders all shut up.
The dark, short and thick young man immediately said in surprise: "Okay, this folded-eared fox beast core belongs to the young master!"
The handsome young man in brocade clothes said: "哓哓, no one has bought it? Very good, I'll give you this thousand silver notes."
Throwing a banknote on the ground, Qin Ao sneered proudly.
The short, thick black young man's face froze and he stared: "You are acting like a rogue. I won't sell you to that friend who has eight hundred yuan of stone."
The thin monkey-clad young man in black offered eight hundred yuan: "Hey, I was just shouting for fun."
"How about my friend sell me? My 500 pieces of waste stone may actually yield half a Yuan Stone." said the man in a hat who offered 500 yuan.
"You..." The short and thick black young man stepped back, his body shaking with anger: "I will sell whoever produces more primeval stones."
Qin Ao hummed softly and spread his hands to him: "Look, who dares to fight with me and doesn't get it?"
For a moment, the bidding crowd dispersed immediately.
Qin Ao is the young island owner of Jusha Island, and his grandfather, Old Jusha, is notoriously vicious, and they don't want to offend him lightly.
The short, black young man was horrified: "I, I won't sell it anymore."
"You have already promised me, young master, are you seeking death?" Qin Ao's eyes were sinister.
"One thousand yuan stone, give it to me." Someone next to him said.
The short and thick black young man was stunned when he saw two men in cloaks approaching, one of whom handed him a storage bag.
The short and thick black young man took it and checked it. There was indeed a thousand low-grade Yuan stones in the storage bag. He happily gave the folded-eared fox beast to the cloaked man.
Wang Xuan held the beast core in his hand and injected his energy into it. After confirming that there was no problem, he put it into his storage bag.
Humans have martial souls, monsters also have talents, and the folded-eared fox has a thousand faces and is very good at disguise.
Wang Xuan had read an article about a secret technique called the 'Underworld Rebirth Technique', which can change the appearance and breath. As long as one does not use more than 70% of the force, or the cultivation level is not higher than two realms, it cannot be seen through.
To practice the underworld rebirth technique, one needs a folded-eared fox core.
"Let's go." Wang Xuan said.
After practicing the Underworld Reborn Technique, he can sneak into Yinfeng Valley to refine his body and find things that increase his longevity with extremely low risk of exposure.
When your cultivation level is high in the future, you can take revenge on the Bai family and Long Gong.
Mu Qingyue nodded slightly and looked at the short, fat young man with strange eyes in her cloak.
"Wait a minute, does this young master let you go?"
Qin Ao's eyes were cold and cold. He dared to compete with him. Maybe he didn't know how scary this young island master was.
The passers-by and stall owners around looked excitedly, while the short, fat young man looked fearful.
Qin Ao not only has a background, but also a very strong cultivation level. He is already at the early stage of the second level of the Secret Realm.
However, in response to Qin Ao's words, Wang Xuan did not even stop and led Mu Qingyue away.
"Seeking death!" Qin Ao shouted ferociously, this was the first time he met such a person who looked down upon him.
His right hand quickly turned into a green claw, and with a movement of his body, he grabbed at the back of the cloaked boy who was about to walk away. A faint green aura glowed from the tip of the sharp claw.
