"There are five streets here, which are for elixirs, elixirs, martial arts, miscellaneous goods, and the last one for the black market."
"On the last street, ordinary people cannot enter. Only those who have been invited by the black market can enter."
"Lao Nie and I are here to buy two pills. Let's go to the pills first."
"Um."
When he first entered the black market, Chen Ling naturally wanted to take a look first, so he followed Lin Chen and Nie Han into the street of pills.
The exquisite pavilions are all shops, and there are various wooden signs hanging in front of the doors.
"Brother Lin, I'm afraid these shops are not free, right?" Looking at these expensive and exquisite pavilion shops, thinking that entering the black market requires a hundred medium-grade spiritual stones, Chen Ling does not believe that the black market will provide them for free.
"Haha, of course this won't be free. The monthly rent for a shop can cost several thousand medium-grade spiritual stones for a small one, and tens of thousands for some large ones." Lin Chen couldn't help but laugh.
Chen Ling secretly chuckled.
This is still just a black market branch.
There are probably countless more in the entire Purple Star Empire, as well as the entire Shenwu Continent... If you think about it carefully, the profits from the black market are simply terrifying.
Warriors wearing cloaks walked in and out of shops one after another. The black cloaks not only covered their faces, they even had the function of concealing their aura.
In short, upon entering the black market, Chen Ling was shocked by everything here about the power and heritage of the black market.
With such terrifying strength, it’s no wonder that the two overlords dare not provoke him.
Lin Chen and Nie Han were obviously very familiar with this place and came with a purpose. They walked to the middle of the street and entered a shop directly.
In the shop, two warriors were already sitting, their faces covered with cloaks.
As the three of them entered, a boy came over quickly.
"This way, you three."
There was a waiter beside everyone, and the seats were covered by screens.
The arrangement surprised Chen Ling again.
In this black market, every shop is like this, so generous.
The three of them sat down, and the boy said with a smile on his face: "What do you three need?"
Lin Chen said directly: "Ten Dragon Vein Pills."
Nie Han said: "Ten of the Hundred Treasure Pills."
"Ten Dragon Vein Pills, ten Hundred Treasure Pills, please wait."
The boy quickly walked to the back.
After about ten breaths, he came over with two wooden boxes.
"Please take a look."
The boy opened the wooden box and placed it on the table.
Inside each lie ten round pill pills the size of longan, exuding an intimidating power.
Lin Chen scanned it and put away one of the wooden boxes.
Nie Han also put away another wooden box.
"The Dragon Vein Pill has a total of 6,000 middle-grade spiritual stones, and the Hundred Treasure Pill has 5,800 medium-grade spiritual stones." After the boy finished speaking, Lin Chen and Nie Han handed over two Qiankun Rings respectively.
The boy swept his palm and took away the spiritual stones from the two Qiankun rings, and then placed the Qiankun rings on the table.
"let's go."
Lin Chen stood up directly and said.
After walking out of the store, Lin Chen looked at Chen Ling and said, "Chen Ling, our mission is completed, do you want to look around again?"
Chen Ling pondered for a moment and said, "Let me take a look again."
"Okay, let's go first. As long as you don't go to Fifth Street, nothing will happen."
"The prices of things on the first three streets are basically fixed. You have to be careful on the sundries street to avoid any traps."
Lin Chen said solemnly.
"Thank you, Brother Lin, I understand." Chen Ling smiled.
"Okay, let's leave first." Lin Chen and Nie Han bowed their hands to Chen Ling and left slowly.
Watching the two people leave, Chen Ling pondered for a moment and left the elixir street.
"I only have more than three thousand middle-grade spiritual stones on me..."
This number made him feel helpless.
Things that restore bloodline are extremely precious, and three thousand mid-grade spiritual stones may not even be enough.
After thinking about it, Chen Ling walked directly to the Zaozhu Street.
Junk Street.
After entering, Chen Ling was slightly stunned.
What is different from the previous streets is that there are many street stalls here.
There are all kinds of things on the street stalls, and there are no brands. Behind the stalls, sellers wearing black cloaks sit cross-legged.
"Does this make sense?"
Watching this scene, Chen Ling had a smile on his face.
This kind of arrangement makes it feel like being in an ordinary market.
Hope I can find something missing.
With a look of expectation on his face, Chen Ling walked past the stalls one after another, scanning the items on the stalls one by one with his sharp eyes.
On these stalls, some are elixirs, some are fragments of spiritual weapons, and even some quaint map scrolls, etc.
There are many things that I can’t even name, and they look weird.
It is indeed a miscellaneous street.
"Eh."
Chen Ling blinked and stopped in front of a stall.
The stalls were filled with fragments and scales of monsters.
He raised his head and glanced at the stall seller. He was wearing a cloak and could not see anything. Chen Ling squatted down and observed carefully.
The stall seller straightened his body slightly.
"Can I take a look at it?" These fragments all contain a touch of aura, Chen Ling looked at the seller and asked.
"Okay, but be careful." The seller said calmly.
Chen Ling nodded, and then picked up a palm-sized fragment. The bronze color was slightly golden, vaguely like the edge fragment of a halberd.
While rubbing it carefully, the spiritual energy circulated, Chen Ling's thoughts penetrated it, and he shook his head slightly for a while.
It's just a simple fragment with no mystery in it.
Putting down the fragments, Chen Ling glanced at the monster scales.
Rubbing his palms, he picked up a pitch-black scale.
The moment he touched the scales, Chen Ling's heart was shocked.
The bloodline vibrated suddenly.
His expression remained unchanged, and his movements showed no abnormalities at all. He picked it up and rubbed it for a moment, then shook his head and put it down.
Then, he picked up several more scales.
Finally, he took a golden scale and compared it with the pitch black scale.
Under the seller's cloak, a look of helplessness flashed across his face.
Is this guy so careful?
Although these things are not precious, they are not junk either. Most warriors can tell them apart at a glance.
But this was the first time he had encountered someone so careful about Chen Ling.
"What's the price of these two yuan?" After thinking for a long time, Chen Ling raised his head and asked.
The seller's face showed a hint of joy, seeing that this guy wanted to buy it.
"Two thousand pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones in black and three thousand pieces in gold."
"Fuck."
A curse word came out of Chen Ling's mouth, and then he put down the two scales.
"Your Excellency, this is a big pit. Although this thing was peeled off from some high-level monsters, it only contains a little bit of essence, alas."
Chen Ling muttered dissatisfiedly, got up and left.
"Wait a minute." Chen Ling's words made the seller look embarrassed.
After looking at Chen Ling for such a long time, he thought he was a young boy with low cultivation level. After what he said, he still didn't understand that others could clearly see all these things about him.
"Friend, two pieces, two thousand pieces of middle-grade spiritual stones."
Chen Ling turned around and said with a joking smile: "Wasn't it five thousand just now?"
"Ahem."
The seller coughed dryly and said, "Friend, this is also a loss-making transaction, and it's the last day."
Chen Ling rolled his eyes, you thought this was the last day of the secular vegetable market.
"I'll take it for a thousand dollars."
"One thousand yuan is too little, two thousand yuan cannot be less."
"goodbye."
"Hey, wait a minute, eighteen hundred yuan, it really can't be any less."
“Too expensive.”
"Oh, oh, maybe fifteen hundred yuan."
"make a deal."
Chen Ling decisively threw down 1,500 middle-grade spiritual stones, picked up two scales and left. (To be continued)