After a few breaths, Jining appeared at the door of a very luxurious hall. Looking at this extremely luxurious hall, Jining secretly estimated that this hall could accommodate more than a thousand people.
At this time, many Nascent Soul cultivators from all races had gathered in the hall. Most of them were tightly wrapped in black robes and wore masks that blocked their spiritual consciousness, making them appear extremely low-key.
However, there are also a few foreign monks who think they are powerful and show their true appearance to others.
Jining was also a little surprised by the appearance of these monks who considered themselves powerful. Some of them were wearing gorgeous and strange clothes, or were accompanied by powerful spiritual beasts, and some were carrying ancient spiritual treasures on their backs.
The strangest among them is a young man in white. His face is calm, but he is sitting on a dragon's white bone throne. This dragon bone throne is filled with evil aura, and no one around him dares to approach him.
This white-clothed boy was so high-profile and had his own capital. Jining discovered that his cultivation level had actually reached that of a late-stage Nascent Soul monk.
The hundreds of monks in the hall were all arrogant people. Although they were somewhat dissatisfied with the arrogant behavior of the young man in white, they did not express it too much.
This young man in white seemed to understand the thoughts of other monks from hundreds of races, but there was a trace of ridicule in his eyes.
There were several low-pitched discussions in the hall, and Jining also learned from the discussions that this person was Gong Yangsheng, a strong man from the Huagu Clan. Although he looked like a young man, he was actually an old monster who had lived for thousands of years. , because he practices reincarnation, his physical body will be rejuvenated for thousands of years.
Jining has also heard of the Bone Transformation Clan, which is the weirdest race among hundreds of races. It is said that they naturally love the spiritual bones left by various powerful races, and obtain their talents by refining the spiritual bones of powerful races.
Therefore, the Bone Clan is also the most hated race among all races, but they seem to have immortal bodies. At the same time, the monks of the Bone Clan are extremely cruel, which also makes all races very afraid of their people.
Gongyang Sheng looked around unscrupulously. Wherever he looked, monks from all races automatically closed their eyes.
At this time, Gongyang Sheng glanced at Jining, showing a hint of surprise, then he put away his gaze and continued to glance at the others. After Gongyang Sheng glanced across the hall, he also put away his gaze and began to close his eyes to rest.
It seemed that the black market trade fair had not started yet. Jining found a seat in the corner and carefully observed the monks of all races in the hall. At this time, Jining was a little surprised by a burly barbarian man. This man exuded an aura that made people palpitate. However, Jining discovered from his unintentional gesture that he was actually the Holy Son of Prince Ming in disguise.
Jining saw his attire and even admired his skill in disguise. If Jining had not been with Ming Wang Shengzi for a long time and knew his unintentional habitual movements, he still would not have been able to guess that he was Ming Wang Shengzi.
This also made Jining more cautious. He knew that a person could be completely disguised, but the mood he had developed over hundreds of years of life was difficult to change and would show up inadvertently.
Jining knows that even a small and unintentional movement can be discovered by others.
Jining then looked around, but did not see any monks suspected to be Holy Son of Haotian in the hall. It seemed that Holy Son of Haotian was hidden very deep.
Then Jining sat quietly and waited for the start of the trading conference.
A few days later, there were many more monks in the hall, which also made Jining feel that there were quite a few monks who had reached Nascent Soul cultivation level in the three thousand small worlds.
At this moment, a voice sounded in the void in the hall: "Fellow Taoists, please wait, this trading conference is about to begin!" Following the voice, Jining saw a thin middle-aged monk from the Soul Clan. It has also reached the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage.
However, the appearance of this soul monk still made Jining a little surprised. How could Jining not notice him when he appeared in the hall? This also made Jining become more cautious and low-key.
Then a small high platform appeared in the central open space of the hall, and the middle-aged monk from the Soul Clan stepped onto the high platform.
"Everyone should be aware of the trading rules, but there are also new people joining. I will announce the rules of the trading conference again..." The powerful soul clan man said slowly.
Jining learned from the middle-aged monks of the Soul Clan that any taboo items can be traded in this trading conference. The trading rules follow the principle of the highest bidder winning the bid, unless it is a barter agreed by both parties, and those with higher cultivation levels cannot buy by force. Sell.
In addition, you must not cause trouble at the trading venue, otherwise the Soul Clan will hunt this person to death.
After the middle-aged monk from the soul clan announced the rules, he disappeared inexplicably from the high platform. Jining narrowed his eyes slightly, and then he realized that there was also an extremely powerful formation restriction in this hall. This formation restriction not only restricted the spiritual consciousness of most monks, but also contained powerful murderous intent.
Then an old man from the soul clan appeared on the high platform. After looking around, the old man said slowly: "I'm going to throw some bricks and mortar first. This is an ancient treasure I got in a secret place. This thing is a rare tool for defense and trapping enemies." Magical weapon. You all know that Soul Clan monks are not good at using the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so I plan to exchange this item for a top-quality Wind Soul Stone."
With the old man's magical weapon that looked like an iron bowl, the monks below him began to whisper.
"Hey, is this thing the Huntian Bowl magic weapon?" A barbarian monk asked with his head buzzing. The old man on the stage continued: "Although this object is not a Huntian Bowl, I have tested it and its ability to defend against enemies is not too weak."
"Oh, it turns out to be an imitation spirit treasure..." The other monks understood immediately. They were surprised just now that such a powerful treasure could only be exchanged for a top-quality wind soul stone.
After everyone knew that this item was an imitation Lingbao, the enthusiasm for the transaction decreased a bit. Because the Wind Soul Stone is a natural treasure with rare attributes in the world, not to mention the top-grade Wind Soul Stone, even an ordinary Wind Soul Stone is also a priceless treasure.
At this time, a monk who was wrapped in a black robe and whose race could not be identified said: "I don't have the best wind soul stone, but I have two good quality wind soul stones. I use these two wind soul stones plus one million soul stones." Stone comes in exchange, I wonder if you agree?"
The old soul clan man on the stage pondered for a moment and then shook his head and said: "Ordinary wind soul stones have no effect on me!"
After the black-robed monk heard that the old man in the background refused to trade, he showed a hint of disappointment and stopped talking. At this time, a voice came from below: "Can fellow Taoist exchange it for other items of similar value to the Wind Soul Stone?"
After hearing this, the old man of the soul clan said: "This ancient treasure can only be exchanged for the top quality wind soul stone!"
Perhaps it was because heaven and earth spiritual treasures like the Wind Soul Stone were too rare, and none of the powerful monks from all races here had them, so the scene suddenly became quiet.
After a long time, the old soul clan man looked at the hall below with a hint of disappointment and said: "It seems that this ancient treasure has not met the destined person yet, which fellow Taoist will come to the stage next!", and then he disappeared on the high platform.
After the old man left, a tall foreign monk wearing a black robe walked onto the high platform, and a sealed jade box appeared in his hand.
