The so-called black market in Xinghai City is actually a place where all kinds of groceries are sold without asking for the source.

In the alleyways of the urban village, there is a straight village road. This is the low-level black city area. There are all kinds of goods placed on the two rows of houses on the left and right sides.

Many young men and women also passed through this village road in a constant stream, buying goods that were cheap and affordable in their eyes.

Lin Ke followed Lin Han and looked around with novel eyes. He was born in a wealthy family. He was a famous brand in food, clothing and use, and he chose a big shopping mall and specialty store for shopping. This is the first time he saw such a stall.

"Brother Lin, are we buying things here? But these things are really cheap." Lin Ke leaned closer to Lin Han's ear and said.

Lin Han shook his head and whispered: "Of course it's not here. Follow me closely and don't say a word later."

"Okay, OK." Lin Ke nodded obediently and followed Lin Han tightly.

As he walked forward to the entrance of a grocery store with jewelry and jade, Lin Han stopped, walked into the store, and did not speak. After taking out 100 yuan of money and putting it on the boss's desk, he took Link straight into the back door.

The boss was wearing a black hat. Seeing Lin Han’s familiarity, he continued to squint his eyes and brew his tea.

I opened the back door and walked in, and it turned out to be famous inside.

In the room of more than 200 square meters, dozens of long tables were placed, and various strange utensils were placed on the tables, including jade, bronze, iron and similar alloy items.

"This is..." Looking at the guests around who were of good temperament and wandering on the long table, as well as those objects on the table, who looked like Buddhist and Taoist utensils, he couldn't help but say excitedly: "A magic weapon for cultivation?"

"Cultivation?" Lin Han tapped Link gently and whispered: "There is no cultivation in this world, nor does it have the magic you imagined."

"Follow me and be careful to be kicked out."

After Lin Han finished speaking, he walked closer to the long table and looked at the goods sold in the Xinghai Branch of the Baibaodian Temple today.

Baibaodian is a company that is specially tailored and manufactured for special hobbies. Because most of the customers are wealthy and powerful forces, their own background is also extremely deep.

Lin Han’s words to Lin Ke are not wrong. In this world, there is no cultivation and no magic.

At least the magic of cultivation in the sense of novels does not exist.

Some, only two words...spirit!

Whether it is Tao, Buddha, evil spirits, heretics, and even foreign witches and sorcerers, the methods of cultivation are different, but all things are of the same origin, which is actually the spirit of cultivation.

Influencing other creatures with spirit, changing their body spirit with spirit, and exercising their will with spirit, thus transcending ordinary people and transforming into various legends in the mouths of ordinary people.

In ancient times, they had many names, but in modern times, today in the 21st century, they already had a common general term.

They are hypnotists.

Although they practice differently, believe in gods and even though they are even hostile to each other, it is undisputed that they actually rely on their spiritual power to create miracles in the eyes of ordinary people, and are real hypnotists.

MIT, located in western America, is the first school to set the standard for hypnotists. They divide hypnotists in the world into different levels and set exam scores to determine their strength.

Thirty years ago, the full score was 100.

Now, the full score is 120, and Lin Han knows clearly that this has to allow MIT to raise the full score to 120, which is a hypnotist who is beginning with Taoism, a Chinese who amazed the dark world.

At the same time, it is also my mortal enemy that I cannot avoid in the future!

"Huh?" Thinking of these secrets of the dark world, Lin Han's eyes lit up and he saw a three-legged bronze tripod.

This bronze tripod is about one meter high and more than half a meter wide. It is made of good bronze. Not to mention the exquisite workmanship, there are also five-claw dragon reliefs on the tripod, which are lifelike and amazing.

"How to sell this bronze tripod?" Lin Hanshen put out his right hand, pressed it on the edge of the bronze tripod, and asked softly.

"Young man, do you want to buy this cauldron?" A gray-haired old man in Tang suit flashed his eyes like an eagle and swept over Lin Han and Lin Ke, and said.

"Yes." Lin Han nodded slightly.

"What are you going to buy it for?" asked the gray-haired old man.

"I don't seem to have to tell you," Lin Han said.

"Ahem, this is not from the Treasure Palace, it is something I took out to appreciate, so I have the final say whether to sell it or not." The gray-haired old man smiled complacently and gently stroked his short beard that was less than half an inch.

"Oh?" Lin Han couldn't help but look at the old man a few more times. This time he saw some of the names. Although this old man was old, he was full of energy and had a good spirit. He was obviously a person with extra cultivation.

In addition, the other party is here again, and I think in terms of identity, I may be more inclined to the people there.

However, Lin Han was not afraid of anything. In addition to the few dark forces, there were also the special service troops armed by the country's highest technology. There was really nothing that Lin Han was afraid of at present.

Lin Han is confident in ordinary gunmen and assassinators, just like slaughtering young people in the novice village, killing one by one, killing one by one, killing one thousand.

"I bought it because I wanted to try to refine medicine with it." Lin Han said.

"Refining medicine?" The gray-haired old man's face moved slightly, and then burst out laughing: "Little guy, didn't your elder tell you that if you refining medicine, do you actually don't need to use this ancient medicine cauldron again?"

"And...there are so rare that these refining treasures have long been useless." When the gray-haired old man seemed a little lonely when he said this.

However, looking at Lin Han's serious expression, the gray-haired old man couldn't help but whisper: "Are you really planning to buy medicine?"

"Yes." Lin Han nodded slightly and said to the gray-haired old man: "I will use it well and refine the best potion."

"The best potion..." The gray-haired old man coughed gently, waved his hand and sighed: "No one can use it if you put it here. Since you want it, take it away with 500,000!"

"500,000!"

Link couldn't help but change his face slightly. Is this bronze tripod worth this price?

Lin Han turned to look at Link: "Do you have it on your card?"

"Yes, of course there are." Link nodded. Although he had more than 500,000, he couldn't afford it.

"Okay, pay and let them send it to your residence." Lin Han said.

This bronze cauldron is a rare medicine cauldron with multiple designs with uniform heat to refine the prescription obtained from the Shen Rong Century, which is the best.

The price of 500,000 is extremely cheap in Lin Han's opinion. If the Baibao Temple tailored such a medicine cauldron, it would not only take a lot of time, but the price would not be lower than one million.

Although there is no real cultivation in this world, even the false cultivation of spiritual cultivation requires wealth as the basis to be implemented.

"Yes." Link did not dare to question Lin Han, nodded reluctantly, and took out his credit card.

"By the way, young man, what's your name?" The gray-haired old man couldn't help but shout when he saw Lin Han was about to leave.

"Shuangmulin, Lin Han!" Lin Han turned around and answered, leading Link out of the black market.

During this black market trip, Lin Han bought what he wanted and went back to the residence with Link along the delivery truck.

After instructing Link to clean the bronze cauldron, Lin Han walked into the garage and released small silver metal to the pile of steel delivered there.

"Aooo, so much metal! Xiaoyin finally returned to this wonderful place." Xiaoyin flapped his wings happily and shouted.

"Eat, you performed well in the last mission. Eat more so that you can have the ability to attack as soon as possible." Lin Han touched Metal Xiaoyin's head and said softly.

After allowing the metal dragon Xiaoyin to start eating and drinking, Lin Han went back to his own residence.

Lin Han, who was originally planning to pack up his things and move his base to Lin Ke's house for a while, and then move to the office set up by Li Junjie. As soon as he returned home, he saw Zhang Xiong, the son of Teacher Huang who was blocking his door.

As his name suggests, Zhang Xiong is big and thick. Although he comes from a scholarly family, he has been lazy since childhood and is ignorant. He has become a small leader among the nearby gangsters very early.

Later, relying on his relatives, he became an out-of-staff security officer in Linhan Community, and he relied on his identity to eat, drink and have fun.

His mother, Mr. Huang, was very strict with others and lenient with himself. She did not persuade Zhang Xiong's actions, but instead played a role in fueling the fire.

"Lin Han! You dare to make things difficult for my mother. Humph, today I want you to know, know, what is amazing!" Zhang Xiong, wearing a security guard uniform, saw Lin Han approaching, waved his baton and stretched it out, and then started roaring loudly.

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