Ling Xiao remained calm and nodded: "Hello, senior."
The old man laughed and said: "I asked my little brother to come and sit with Yuxuan before, but who knew I wouldn't be able to wait until he comes?"
The corner of Ling Xiao's mouth twitched. Before he could think of a reply, the old man turned to Mrs. Xia He and said, "Madam, stay here. I'm leaving!"
"Mr. Kui, walk slowly."
After seeing the old man off, Mrs. Xia He asked, "What are you doing for me today?"
Ling Xiao didn't waste any time and asked straight to the point: "I would like to know if there are any weapon refiners in the city? I got a pretty good material and I want to cast a spirit armor."
"I do know a master who knows how to make spiritual armor, but this person's price is high. If Mr. Ling doesn't have an acquaintance to introduce him, I'm afraid he will be beaten to death." Mrs. Xia He said meaningfully.
Ling Xiao understood and asked: "Aunt Xia, are you willing to introduce me to me? I am willing to pay a sum of spiritual stones..."
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Xia He smiled softly and said, "Young Master has misunderstood. I don't know the weapon refiner, so I have no ability to introduce him. But there is another person who can do it."
Ling Xiao frowned, "Who?"
"Mr. Kui."
Hearing Mrs. Xia He utter these two words, Ling Xiao couldn't help but the corners of his eyes twitching.
"That person just now? He was taught by Red Clothes..."
Mrs. Xia He nodded slightly and said seriously: "Master Ling, if you think that the Red Clothes Sect is just a simple killer organization, you are completely wrong. The power of the Red Clothes Sect is far beyond your imagination. There are black markets in most areas of Beiliang Kingdom. , are all under their control!”
"black market?"
Ling Xiao's heart skipped a beat.
Ling Xiao had also heard about the black market. It was said that it was a place outside the law, with its own set of rules, and even the government could not extend its tentacles there!
"That weapon refiner is on the black market?"
"good."
After receiving this answer, Ling Xiao couldn't help but be speechless.
He didn't want to have anything to do with the Red Sect.
"Does the trading house sell spirit armor?"
"I'm afraid I won't be able to catch the attention of the young master."
Mrs. Xia He smiled and created a light curtain to display the spirit armor on sale at the Lion Trading Company.
After watching it, dogs shook their heads.
Most of the spirit armors above are very ordinary, not much more advanced than the cold iron armor before. The good ones are also expensive, even with Ling Xiao's wealth, they can't afford them.
There is no way, the price of spirit armor has always been the most expensive among the same level of magic weapons.
Firstly, there are very few weapon refiners who are proficient in making spiritual armor. Even the Lion Trading Company has difficulty in getting good products. Secondly, after all, it is a life-saving thing.
Take high-end magic weapons as an example. The price of normal high-level magic weapons fluctuates around 1,000 spirit stones, and the better ones are 1,200 or 1,300.
As for high-level spiritual armor, it can easily cost more than 1,500. With a little extra money, you can buy a top-level offensive magic weapon!
I can’t afford it!
The right way is to get the materials and find the weapon refiner to make it.
Ling Xiao sighed secretly.
It seemed that he had to go to Ting Yuxuan.
…
"Brother, we meet twice in one day. We are really destined!"
In a high-end elegant room in Tingyuxuan, Mr. Kui pushed the tea cup over with a smile on his face, but Ling Xiao did not dare to drink. He went straight in and said, "Senior Kui, I heard that you are doing black market business."
Mr. Kui smiled and said, "That's right. What do you need, little brother?"
Ling Xiao said truthfully: "I want to ask someone to build a spiritual armor. I wonder if Mr. Kui would recommend him?"
"Can."
Mr. Kui still had that same smile.
Ling Xiao was stunned.
So simple?
He pondered: "What do I need to pay?"
Mr. Kui chuckled and said, "Brother, I misunderstood. The black market is also open for business. How can there be any threshold? If I have needs, I will do it for you."
Ling Xiao was doubtful.
If the black market had no barriers at all, the government would have been infiltrated to every possible extent. How could they tolerate this lawless place and enjoy it so far?
But since the other party said that, he couldn't say much. He just asked: "Thank you, Mr. Kui. When will we leave?"
"The weapon refiner will be free in three days. Midnight, east of the city."
After Mr. Kui finished speaking, he threw over a piece of paper, which described how to go to the black market, some precautions, and simple information about the weapon refiner.
"Okay, I'll take my leave now, junior!"
Ling Xiao bowed his hands and left immediately.
After returning home, Ling Xiao first made a meal of spiritual food and ate it, then took out the snake gallbladder and brewed a new jar of spiritual wine. Finally, he sat down and counted today's spoils.
The horn, fangs, and scales are obtained from the one-horned python.
In addition, there are more than 800 spiritual stones, several magic weapons, some talismans, and a few ordinary monster materials.
The scales and talismans are what Ling Xiao needs, and the rest can be sold.
The most valuable one among them is undoubtedly the Mountain-turning Seal Magical Artifact. It is a truly high-level magic weapon and is worth a lot of money.
Ling Xiao has never sold any of these to Xiongshi Trading Company.
Most of the high-level magic weapons of the disciples of the Songshan Sword Sect were given by Gongsun Lie. For example, on the mountain seal, there is a mark left by Gongsun Lie. If they are sold openly, they will get themselves into trouble.
He was going to take it to the black market and sell it.
It is said that the black market dares to accept anything, and the price is higher than the price on the market.
After packing up his things, Ling Xiao continued to practice the Fire Snake Technique.
In the next three days, his life continued as usual. He went to Qingfeng Temple every day to practice spells. Under the guidance of the old locust tree, he silently learned the tricks of casting spells.
They originally had to go to the Moqu Mountains to fight, but who would have thought that the Songshan Sword Sect wouldn't even perform anymore, and directly covered the entrance with a ban, strictly checking the monks who came in and out.
Not to mention people, not even a fly can fly in.
Ling Xiao had no choice but to give up.
Although there are many entrances to the Moqu Mountains, the nearby ones are controlled by the Songshan Sword Sect. If you go too far, the gains outweigh the losses.
After all, the family fields still need to be taken care of.
Since he couldn't go to the Moqu Mountains, he simply spent more time on the Chenjia Mountains, practicing spells every day and not thinking about it.
Three days later, at midnight.
Ling Xiao arrived at the East Gate as promised.
People who practice Taoism generally do not need to rest frequently, so most nights in the world of cultivating immortals are brightly lit.
Today is a special case.
There were no stars, no moon, and the east city gate was so pitch black that nothing could be seen five meters away.
Standing in the darkness, Ling Xiao felt as if the world had turned into a five-meter-cubic dark cage, imprisoning him inside, enduring the bitter cold and loneliness. Even the night wind blowing on him seemed to carry the gloomy breath of the warden behind him.
Fortunately, the loneliness did not last long.
First, I heard the sound of horse hooves and the sound of rolling wheels, and then a dim yellow light suddenly lit up on the edge of darkness.
The light slowly came closer.
Finally, it stopped not far away.
"There are quite a few people."
A deep voice came.
There was a faint sound of footsteps all around, and shadows appeared in the dim light. There were actually many people waiting at the desolate city gate late at night.
Ling Xiao also stepped forward and came to the light, only to see clearly that it was a dark and ferocious carriage. The carriage was quite large and was pulled by four black horses. There was an oil lamp hanging at the door of the carriage, which provided the only light source.
By the light, Ling Xiao looked around.
Including him, there were seven people who came here that night.
Like him, the others were watching each other.
"Stop dawdling, get in the car quickly!" the driver shouted.
Everyone then withdrew their gaze and filed into the carriage.
The sound of hoofbeats and wheels resounded in the darkness again. The speed of the carriage increased from slow to rapid, and once again disappeared into the thick darkness.
