The bottom of the copper kettle is not a stove for burning a fire, but a flat black magnetic surface with nothing at all, and a dark golden semicircle pattern in the middle.
This is……
The receptionist stretched out his palm and faced down. There seemed to be a semicircular totem vaguely appearing on the back of his hand, which happened to form a complete circle with the totem on the black magnetic surface.
Moreover, the totem in the opponent's palm seems to be imprinted on the inside of the palm, appearing from the inside and outside, and has a texture comparable to that of a solid body.
Then there seemed to be a phantom in his hand that went straight into the dark golden totem in the middle of the black magnetic surface. The phantom and reality overlapped, and Ningxia and the others seemed to hear some barrier being broken.
After a violent shaking, people were already here, and Ningxia was led out of the box by the receptionist.
Looking around this world that was suddenly "changed", I felt amazed in my heart.
This store is so awesome. What kind of magical technology is this? It feels like it is completely black technology in the world of cultivation. Is this guy the one who traveled through time? !
Just now they were in the bustling auction house, but now, in the blink of an eye, the two of them were standing in a strange place.
He was suddenly taken to a place that looked so weird that he should have been panicked.
The cultivation world likes this set. Ningxia is very happy that there is no fainting package this time.
Putting on the black robe suit provided by the receptionist, Ning Xia and Xie Shi tiptoed out of the box. The "one-size-fits-all" black robes were really too big for Ning Xia and Xie Shi, who were both slender in stature.
But it can't be said to be a bad thing. After wearing it, it is impossible for others to see an inch of their skin, and they can't even see their outline clearly. The most obvious thing to outsiders is height. After all, it is impossible for Black Robe to give them a height-increasing package.
This little black market also has an ironclad rule that it is forbidden to show your face or reveal personal information in any way. You can't show your face, let alone lift your robe to look at other people's faces.
If someone forces or plans to lift someone else's robe, causing the other party to reveal personal information, the consequences will be at your own risk. If someone exposes his own bottom, he will bear the consequences.
So far, no one has dared to challenge the owner's authority, and everyone who comes in honestly follows the rules and "shopping". Anyway, this anonymous method is very beneficial to them, whether they are buying things or selling things.
In short, maintain mystery, remain silent, and cannot say anything. Trade quietly and leave the market politely and smoothly. This is probably the template of the best visitor.
After leaving the box, the two of them found that the world outside had changed. No, maybe they have arrived in another dimension.
In the darkness, the candles are shining brightly, and everyone's figure looks a little mysterious under the candlelight. It was pitch black everywhere, with only the neatly arranged stars of fire shining stubbornly in the darkness.
This is the world of night.
The guide gave the token to Ningxia and the two of them got into the box, saying that he would wait for them to come back in the box, and someone would guide them back to the box as long as they held the token.
The other party also reminded them not to stay maliciously. If they stayed for more than an hour, they might be blacklisted by the small black market, and they would not be allowed to visit next time.
The timing instrument is the token taken out from the black magnetic surface. The token is inlaid with a jade-white hourglass pattern in the middle, surrounded by wooden token bodies. If the white jade stones inlaid in the middle are all assimilated into wooden stones, it means that an hour has passed.
Therefore, the two people in Ningxia must find their own box and leave the small black market before the token completely turns into a wooden token.
Ningxia held the token and thought, this is really troublesome.
Entering this small black market, the two of Ningxia were completely attracted again.
This place was pitch black, and if it weren't for the floating candlelight, it would be really hard to see. It's just that those virtual and floating candle shadows are really scary.
Under each floating candle there was a stall, with a person sitting or standing there. He must be the stall owner.
These stall owners also dressed up like them, so tight that no information could be obtained at all. If he didn't speak, he wouldn't be able to tell whether he was a boy or a girl.
But since you come here to exchange things, just exchange them and not sell them, there is naturally a story in them. The last thing they want to do is reveal their personal information, so most of them come here quietly.
It can be said that the rules of this small black market are almost "tailor-made" for them. So every year, countless monks come to exchange items or ask for things.
Such a chaotic market surprisingly obeys the rules. The rule of strictly prohibiting showing one’s face is indispensable.
Of course, what Ningxia and the others said...were here to pick up the slack. No special needs.
Especially since the purchasing power of spirit stones here is so strong, you might be able to pick up really good things here.
A touch of excitement appeared on Ning Xia's face under her cloak.
This place is called the Little Black Market, probably due to its "blackness". She has never seen any trading market open in such a dark place.
As the saying goes, a beautiful woman under the lamp will become more beautiful the more she shines on her. The same is true for spiritual weapons and spiritual materials. If they are given a strong spotlight, then the spiritual weapons will be more aura-filled and compelling than the original ones, attracting people to eagerly buy them.
But here... look... tsk tsk.
Ning Xing stopped at a stall and picked up a sword. He could not see clearly in the dim environment, and could only vaguely see the carvings floating on the scabbard.
Against the backdrop of the dark night, the candlelight added a sense of history to the sword, and it really looked like that. If the guy hanging from her waist hadn't protested...she would probably be more willing to admire it for a while longer.
Just when Ning Xia picked up the sword, the sword hanging on her waist already roared with warning, and the other end of the sword was also very excited. It seemed that the next moment he was about to fly out and chop off the sword Ning Xia was holding.
Brother, I didn’t expect you to be such a loyal person. Are you so competitive?
Ningxia suddenly remembered an incident more than two months ago, but it was connected with the present.
She had just arrived in Lianwu City and didn't know anything at the time. She stood at the door of the sword shop and looked at it curiously for a while, very hesitant about buying a sword or something.
Even though she was stopped by Chong Xiaohuan, she had to say that those swords were not worthy of her. Ningxia was persuaded at that time and did not buy it.
But now that she knew Zhong Huan's identity, Ning Xia felt very subtle when thinking about what happened at that time.
Is this guy jealous? Jealous of a mindless sword?
Please, even if your ancestor is a sword, you are still a swordsman after all. Why bother with an ordinary sword sold at a street stall?
However, it is obvious that this little ancestor will not give up unless she puts down the sword in her hand.
Well, men are petty.
Ningxia cursed in her heart and picked up another magic weapon.
