The favor remains and cannot be let go, the two forget each other,
After all, he is young and his clothes are thin.
Don't remain the same, stay together in pain, when the wind blows, who will stay!
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The awkward moment didn't last long. The ball felt like it was rising and falling in a channel. According to normal principles, the weight should move downward. However, in Song Pingcun's perception, although there were ups and downs in the middle of the process, this ball without any power actually kept moving. It was going upwards, changing several directions along the way.
If you are a cultivator below the body-penetrating realm and are bumped around in this ball, you will basically lose all sense of direction.
When the speed of the ball began to slow down, Song Pingcun whispered into the woman's ear: "If you don't want people to see what you look like, you can come down."
The woman's eyes had been closed, and a low voice came from her ears, making her shy and at a loss, but she just didn't want to let go.
Song Pingcun gently moved his palm, and the animal skin mask that rolled in the ball flew to the palm of his hand and was handed to the woman from behind her shoulder.
With a "clang" sound, the ball seemed to hit something hard and stopped. Only then did the woman let go of her hand around Song Pingcun's shoulders, and after exerting force, she realized that she was still stepping on the man's instep. Although he had put on a mask, his eyes still shone with the shyness of a girl.
"Bang" the ball was twisted, probably to adjust the direction of the door. At this time, Song Pingcun and Liu Yiyi had already restrained their spiritual energy, and naturally started to shake. The woman wearing the mask was even more unbearable and fell down again. It was really good luck to hold Liu Yiyi's calf again. What's even better was that Liu Yiyi didn't shake her hand away this time. Because the door of the ball was opened. A bright light came in.
"Come out" came a cold voice. Song Pingcun walked out first, and the woman stood up in a panic and fell behind.
There is a masked man standing outside the ball. The mask he wears is not a spiritual weapon, but a magic weapon. The production is not very exquisite. If you don't detect it, it can be regarded as a shielding object and a disguised warning.
Song Pingcun then remembered what the middle-aged man named Zhang who led the way said, don't probe. It seems that it's not just in the passage. The use of spiritual power to probe black market transactions should be prohibited, in order to keep the so-called secret as much as possible.
The man opened the ball and seemed not surprised by this situation. Instead, he saw that the inside of the ball was clean, which was a bit strange. Without saying much, he waited for the three people to come out and then said: "The rules are once again, don't use any spiritual power, otherwise you will be killed without mercy."
After speaking, without waiting for the three people to answer, he turned around and led them forward, and passed through a metal door. At the moment when the door was closed, Song Pingcun felt that the ball they had just "ridden" started to move again, and he also understood the kinetic energy of the ball's movement. It comes from the natural magnet principle, no wonder it is an iron ball.
The masked man led them forward. After twists and turns, he pushed open a door again. What appeared in front of him was a large hall, half the size of the Poyuan Sect's main hall.
The bright yellow carpet, the snow-white walls, and the palace lanterns hung high, all of this feels like the home of an ordinary super-rich person. And if you dare to use bright yellow carpets, if you don't belong to a cultivator, you must be an ordinary prince's home. It seems that the owner here is really no ordinary person, and even has a very distinguished status!
There was a woman in her thirties standing at the door. This woman was of mediocre appearance, just a pure ordinary person. When she saw them coming in, she smiled slightly and said, "Dear guests, please find a place to rest by yourself. The trade fair will not start for a while."
Song Pingcun nodded. The hall was rectangular, dozens of feet in diameter. There are nearly a hundred chairs in the entire hall, which seem to be arranged along the surrounding area. Only an area in the north is left without chairs. Only a small half of the entire venue is occupied by people, dressed in different costumes, but one thing is the same. They all used various methods to cover up their appearance. There were quite a few empty seats, so I took Liu Yiyi to find a seat nearby and sit down.
The woman behind him was stunned on the spot. After thinking for a moment, she walked over to Song Pingcun and sat down. "Thank you just now! Don't worry, your help will not be in vain. If you like anything later, just ask."
Although it was to express his gratitude, or even because he didn't know where to sit, Song Pingcun didn't take these words to heart at all, even though these four words were too big to say, "No, it's just a little effort."
He didn't know the size of this black market trade fair or what was transacted. From the words of the middle-aged man named Zhang, he felt that the transaction volume was not large and there wouldn't be anything good. He just came to take a look and learn some things that he didn't know before.
The cold tone shocked the woman in the animal skin mask. The body that was originally sitting upright turned to the side, showing his anger.
Not long after, the door they came in opened ten times, and each time there were two to four people. Judging from the frequency and the time they came, they probably didn't come from the same entrance.
At this time, the seats in the venue were almost full.
"Everyone, welcome. The old rule is, ten spiritual stones per person. If there is a transaction of hundreds of spiritual stones, both parties to the transaction will get back five spiritual stones. If there is no transaction, everyone will pay for their travel expenses." A man with a smiley mask smiled. The fat black-robed man appeared from behind the north wall where there were no chairs and spoke. The simple opening made Song Pingcun wonder if it was too simple.
Behind this person were three men in black robes and masks. One of them held a storage bag and collected it one by one from west to east. It feels like the smiling face mask and black robe are their standard equipment.
No one among the dozens of people hesitated. Liu Yiyi beside Song Pingcun took out twenty spiritual stones at a time. The man was stunned for a moment. Seeing that Song Pingcun was motionless, he knew the reason. The animal skin woman next to her counted twenty spiritual stones from the storage bag and was about to give them to the man with the smiling mask, but she caught Liu Yiyi's movements and took back ten more and put them into the storage bag.
The smiling man looked back at Song Pingcun. The two women on the left and one on the right wanted to pay him. It seemed that their identities were not simple! He nodded towards Song Pingcun and then walked towards the next person.
It took only a short time for dozens of people to circle around. The fat man with a smiling face mask said: "My surname is Wang. You can call me Lao Wang. I will host this trade fair."
I saw Lao Wang pushing a moving platform from the side, taking out a box from his storage bag, and placing it on the platform, "This is a top-quality earth spirit stone, standard weight, an intermediate or above yin attribute spirit stone. The exchange ratio is 1:200, if it is high-level it is 1:20, and the exchange of high-level spiritual stones is not accepted."
This quotation is obviously higher than the normal exchange price. Of course, the best spiritual stones are rarely used for trading, so it is nothing. I can only say that using this to open the game is undoubtedly to warm up the scene. Of course, there is a special need for earth attributes. The best spiritual stones are calculated separately.
Song Pingcun was thinking about how many people would trade. As a result, the quotations came and went, but the price increase was not big. A tall and thin man in black, just wearing a child's mask randomly bought at a roadside stall, used 213 intermediate-level yin coins. The attribute spirit stone was exchanged for this top-quality earth spirit stone.
After that, the man who called himself Lao Wang once again took out a sword that was a primary spiritual weapon and a hidden magic weapon. Although this hidden figure is a magic weapon, its workmanship is very particular. It hides the person's figure from the light. It seems to be a simple use of the principle of refraction, but the workmanship is also extraordinary. It is also difficult to find out for those who do not have spiritual consciousness. From a certain perspective, the value of this magic weapon is higher than that of the sword, which is a primary spiritual weapon.
Song Pingcun originally thought that the transaction price of these two items would be at least 50,000 spirit stones, but in fact, he was eye-opening. The transaction price of both items was less than 300 spirit stones. Song Pingcun would have participated in the bidding if he hadn't obtained "The Weapon of All Things", but now he really didn't even want to take a look at such a thing.
However, the woman with the animal skin mask next to her participated in the price increase for both items. Unfortunately, it backfired, and it was obvious that the price was beyond the woman's expectation.
Next to her, Liu Yiyi also frowned. This price was simply not a bargain, it was just a cabbage price. If Feng Wulian comes along, he will definitely not be able to help but scold his mother. This is because he does not take technology seriously.
Three items were sold, and even with the mask on, it was impossible to tell whether Old Wang was satisfied or dissatisfied. The process was rough and simple, completely unlike the various gimmicks and guidance at the Wanbaozong auction. From the beginning to the end, Old Wang In addition to introducing the items and then saying "start", we just wait until no one bids again and directly announce the results.
Song Pingcun saw "integrity" in every transaction. These three transactions were over a hundred dollars, so when he paid for the spirit stones, he had to pay 5 less spirit stones.
After Lao Wang waited for the third transaction to be completed, Song Pingcun finally felt a little like a trade fair.
"It was just a routine lively event. Only when there is interaction can there be business. We have to take everyone's status into consideration, and we also have to make it lively. I, Lao Wang, have also taken great pains."
This sounds like a bit of a peddling of melons, but in fact, such a simple and crude way to drive everyone to bid and create "communication" is what this group of people who hide their identities need most. Come and bid, don't hesitate, here No one cares about your identity.
