Three hundred and eighty-five chapters, the mountain gate penance, the end of the war
Ling Feng also knew something about the ghost market. The ghost market opened at midnight every day and closed before dawn at Mao hour.
The original origin of the ghost market is difficult to verify, but it was mainly used to sell some shady black goods, including some good things that cannot be bought outside, such as superior internal skills and high-grade sharp weapons.
But the buyer cannot ask about the origin of the items, because these may be the internal skills passed down from a certain aristocratic family, or they may be the sword of a disciple of a certain great sect.
Therefore, it is almost impossible to expose the things you buy, otherwise you are likely to get into big trouble.
And because of the mixed personnel, some scammers pass off quality products as good ones, or even directly make fake products.
Therefore, you must have a good eye when purchasing items in the ghost market.
Ling Feng asked about the location of the ghost market and quickly left.
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It's late at night, dark clouds cover the moon, Huaishu Street in the west of the city.
The reason why Huaishu Street got its name is because there is an old locust tree beside the street that is said to have been around for 300 years.
Because of the rumor that locust trees attract ghosts, people would close their doors and windows at night.
Huaishu Street looks gloomy at night, and there are many rumors of hauntings. Many strong men with strong blood do not dare to come to this street, for fear that the evil spirits will absorb the yang energy.
As night fell, a gust of wind stirred up a cloud of dust, and black shadows came quickly from the dark night, like ghosts.
If you look carefully, you can find that these ghosts are carrying something, because they are not wandering ghosts in the world, but vendors in the ghost market.
For ordinary people, this is a ghost street, and for warriors, this is a ghost market, where you can buy almost anything you need.
After a while, Ling Feng and Jiang Yuelong walked into the dark and gloomy Huaishu Street carrying lanterns.
A little red light shines around, and small stalls appear on the street.
"Spirit talismans are on sale. The first-level flame talisman only costs 68 taels, and the second-level fire talisman only costs 688 taels. Don't miss it if you pass by. Pre-order as soon as possible!"
When a vendor saw Ling Feng and the two approaching, he immediately shouted at the top of his lungs.
The hawker's voice seemed to attract other people, and someone immediately shouted: "Hematemesis sale, second-level Qi Condensation Pill only costs 888 taels, pass by, don't miss it!"
After a while, vendors setting up stalls and ordinary customers arrived one after another.
Ling Feng and the two walked around and walked to the stall selling Qi Condensing Pills.
The stall owner is a rugged man in his thirties, with a dark complexion and a beard. He has strong muscles and strong Qi and blood. He obviously has deep physical training skills and strong Qi. He is a master warrior and a famous figure in the world.
It's hard to imagine that he was just hawking like a market vendor.
When the stall owner saw that Ling Feng was young and handsome and Jiang Yuelong was so beautiful, he thought he was a member of some aristocratic family who came out to hunt for treasures. He immediately smiled and said: "Sir, the Qi Condensing Pills here are of high quality and at a favorable price. Do you want to take a look first?"
Ling Feng picked up the jade bottle handed over by the stall owner, opened it and took out one pill. The pill was white in color and exuded a faint medicinal fragrance. He stared carefully for a moment and found that although it was not of high quality, it was still a qualified low-grade pill, so he smiled and said
: "Give me two bottles!"
The stall owner immediately smiled and said: "Okay!"
He said yes, took back the bottle of elixir in Ling Feng's hand, picked up two bottles at the stall, handed them over, and said: "This is the first business, I'll save you the change, it's only seventeen thousand taels!"
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Here is a bottle of ten pieces, one piece is 888 taels!
Ling Feng smiled lightly and said: "There's no rush, as long as the elixir is good, it doesn't hurt to spend more money!"
He opened a jade bottle, stared at it, and blue subtitles appeared in front of him:
Qi Condensing Pill
Grade: Second level (defective)
Description: Substandard pill contains erysipelas and is not recommended to be taken.
Ling Feng's expression suddenly darkened and he said coldly: "Although more than ten thousand taels of silver is nothing, you actually gave me a second-grade elixir! This kind of waste elixir is harmful and useless. You are committing murder. Don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword."
Got it!"
Although Ling Feng did not draw his sword, under the fierce gaze, the stall owner also sensed a fatal crisis. It was like an ant being stared at by an elephant, and might be crushed at any time!
The stall owner knew that he was meeting a master, but he was not afraid and said calmly: "Sir, the rules of this ghost market have always been that you are not allowed to use force, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences! Also, I don't have the elixir here.
I force you to buy it. Didn’t you think about why the price is so cheap when you bought the elixir? I don’t need to say more about the principle that you get what you pay for!”
Because this ghost market also has tax collectors and law enforcers. Anyone who dares to break the rules will be eliminated by the law enforcers!
Ling Feng said: "It seems quite reasonable. Killing people for this matter seems a bit excessive."
Jiang Yuelong smiled and said: "So, as long as you tell us where to buy cold iron, this matter will be over. Otherwise, we will put up a sign here to indicate that you are selling inferior pills!"
The stall owner was immediately deflated and said with a wry smile: "There is indeed a place that sells high-level refined materials, just under the big locust tree. Just wait there, and someone will definitely come to pick you up in a quarter of an hour. Xuan Tie,
There are high-level refined materials such as red copper, tungsten steel, and cold iron!"
Ling Feng stared at him for a moment and said, "I hope you didn't panic, otherwise the consequences would be serious!"
Immediately, the two of them walked towards the big locust tree in the middle of the street.
Not long after, Ling Feng and Jiang Yuelong arrived under the locust tree carrying lanterns.
Ling Feng didn't know whether this locust tree had a lifespan of three hundred years, but it was indeed tall enough. The main trunk was about ten feet in diameter, and its branches were lush and leafy, covering a huge area of three to five feet in diameter, like a huge canopy.
The two waited for a moment, then a masked man shrouded in black robes flew from a distance with one hand holding a coffin, and landed quietly, like a ghost in the night.
Ling Feng praised: "What a great Qing Kung! Brother Tai's Qing Kung alone is enough to make him famous in the world, why do you need to be a guide here!"
The masked man seemed unaware, suddenly pushed the coffin out, and said coldly: "If you want to enter the ghost market, you must first enter the ghost gate (coffin)!"
The coffin seemed to rush out quickly, but it made very little noise when it landed at Ling Feng's feet, showing the strong control of the man in black robe.
If after entering the coffin, the man in black robe throws him off the cliff, he will be dead!
Ling Feng opened the coffin and lay down in it with a calm expression.
Jiang Yuelong didn't hesitate, and lay down next to Ling Feng, smiling: "Aren't you afraid that he will find a place to bury us alive?"
Ling Feng smiled and said: "With a beautiful woman by your side, you can be a charming ghost, it's not a loss!"
"Hate!"
Jiang Yuelong's pretty face turned slightly red and she said coquettishly.
At this time, the man in black robe had already covered the coffin, but did not seal it with iron nails. After all, it is not difficult for people in the martial arts world to break the coffin. If someone really pushed the coffin lid halfway, I am afraid that the black robe
People will send him to the real gate of hell!
Ling Feng could only feel that the coffin was moving rapidly, but he could not tell the direction.
After about a quarter of an hour, Ling Feng finally felt the coffin shake and stopped.