Wang Lun went downstairs after checking out the bill and saw that the sedan chair had been carried away by the sedan chair driver.

Wang Lun went to a tailor's shop and bought a set of black, loose-fitting clothes to prepare for his attendance tonight. Later, I went to a treasure pavilion and bought a floating mask.

When the floating mask is worn, it can not only hide the original face, but also produce a glimpse effect when the opponent's divine sense wants to detect his appearance, making the face blurred, making it difficult for the opponent's divine sense to perceive his own appearance.

At private trade fairs, such a mask still works.

After all, it was impossible for the other party to urge his divine sense to perceive his appearance, and to do so would be a provocation. And with a slight probe of the divine sense, the floating mask can interfere.

From seven o'clock in the evening, Wang Lun did not return to the inn where he stayed after buying clothes, so he naturally wanted to avoid that Tang Si.

Wang Lun chose an inn on the streets of Heihu, and when it was 6:50 in the evening, Wang Lun changed into black clothes and put on a floating mask and set off.

It took about 20 minutes to walk from the street to House No. 1.

Wang Lun came to the house wrapped in purple light, stood for a while, no one came, the door was also closed, and the purple light surrounded the house, basically only revealing this door.

Wang Lun still walked in and knocked on the door, but no one opened the door, but the door was obviously not closed, it should mean that people should go in directly, Wang Lun pushed the door open, and found that there was a thick purple light shield at the door.

This must have been used to test the monk's practice. After all, only the Infant Monk was eligible to participate in this private fair.

Wang Lun walked forward, his hand emitted mana, and the mana was entered into the purple shield, and in an instant, the purple brilliance disappeared, and all that appeared in front of Wang Lun was water, and he was at the bottom of the water, surrounded by coral reefs, and small fish swimming.

It seems to have come to the bottom of the sea.

Wang Lun walked forward, after all, he knew what was going on.

Sure enough, after walking out for more than a dozen steps, the object in front of him suddenly disappeared, and he stood in the hall on the first floor.

The hall is surrounded by lamps on the walls, beautiful frescoes on the ceiling, and a staircase leading to the second floor in front.

Obviously, the sea water I saw before was an illusion. Now passes through the illusion layer.

Wang Lun could probably guess that the reason for the appearance of the illusion was related to the examination of the Yuanying monk, and he was afraid that the monk who came in would cheat on his mana, so he increased the test of his spiritual power.

The illusion just now can't affect Yuan Ying

Monk. But if you change to a cultivator in the Yudan Realm, you will make movements that only exist when you are at the bottom of the sea, such as paddling, such as rising to the surface of the sea, and so on.

"Fellow Daoists, welcome to this private fair. ”

At this time, from the small room next to the hall, an old man came out.

The man was dressed in a gray-white robe, which was a little sloppy, and the man himself, with his messy hair and beard, looked sloppy.

This person should be a sloppy Taoist.

"The sloppy Taoist is polite, and I hope that I can trade the right good things here. Wang Lun didn't smile, his voice came out through the floating mask, a little cold.

The sloppy Taoist did not wear any mask and appeared in his original form, but Wang Lun naturally did not do so, not only used a floating mask and put on loose black clothes, but also before leaving, he fused the Violent Blood Evil Pill into the water, took part of the mixed solution, and soaked the three places on the clothes.

This gave him the cold and calm aura of an evil monk. Wang Lun himself also confirmed that he sensed this breath before he set off.

In order to match this aura, Wang Lun naturally had to show the actions corresponding to the evil path monks in his actions, such as speech, walking, and expressions.

The voice is cold at the moment, and it is precisely because of this.

The sloppy Taoist made an invitation gesture to go up: "Fellow Daoists, please go to the second floor, there are already many Daoist friends who have arrived, and there is a stick of incense, and the fair will officially begin." ”

Wang Lun only nodded, and walked upstairs with steps that looked like the six relatives did not recognize.

The sloppy Taoist just glanced at Wang Lun's back, and then returned to the small room again. After another incense, the door will be closed, and the monk will no longer be allowed to enter, and he will also go up to the second floor to preside over the private trade fair tonight.

When Wang Lun came to the second floor, it was easy to find the place where the trade fair was held. Because at the other end of the hallway, the door was open, and there was a soft light inside, and several seated figures could be seen from the direction of the doorway.

Wang Lun continued to step in with the steps he had just taken, and inside was a hall with empty furniture, with an area of at least three hundred square meters, and no less than fifteen people, who were sitting in various positions in the hall at will.

Some sit in the corner, some sit in the middle, some sit straight, and some lean on the back of the chair with Erlang's legs crossed......

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was a little weird.

Everyone wears a mask, mostly black, and many are also shiny masks

, but there are other types as well. His entry made at least two-thirds of the monks in the hall look at him.

Wang Lun instantly sensed that three faint divine senses shot towards him, and the speed was not fast, as if he was probing openly, obviously this was a temptation.

"Humph!"

Wang Lun snorted coldly, unceremoniously released his divine sense, and directly destroyed these divine senses halfway, then glared at the three of them fiercely, walked to the side of the door, found a chair, and sat down in the corner.

"Hehe, Daoist friends are very indifferent. One of the people who was stared at didn't seem to be embarrassed at all, and said with a smile.

A short but very obese monk also spoke up at this time and asked, "Who is Daoyou, who is Daoyou, it is very unfamiliar, it shouldn't be a monk in Chou Zhou or Yunzhou, right?"

Wang Lun ignored the two of them, scanned the entire room by himself, and by the way, he used his peripheral vision to see the characteristics of each person's figure.

Everyone was wearing masks, and he couldn't recognize who was Tang Si and who was the Forbidden Sword General.

There is nothing special about the figures of these two people, they are the mass type of figures, so after their faces are covered, they can no longer be distinguished.

"Blue fat man, if you ask what others are doing, they won't tell you if you ask. A female voice came out, and the monk sitting on Wang Lun's left side said, his voice crisp and pleasant.

Judging from the dress, this person is wearing a long skirt and has a slender figure, and he is indeed a female monk.

It's just that this person revealed the identity of the fat monk in one bite, and Wang Lun also corresponded to the "blue fat man" with a person.

A monk who is very good at using poison, likes to wear blue clothes, smiles like Maitreya Buddha, but is cruel with poison, and is one of the monks who likes to induce opponents with a kind and friendly face.

The annoyed voice of the blue fat man sounded on the other end: "Lao Tzu knew that he would be recognized by you!"

There was a tearing sound. The mask on the blue fat man's face was torn off by his force, revealing a fat face.

The blue fat man was sunk in the chair, his head seemed to be directly attached to his shoulder, and his neck was so short that he couldn't see it at all, at first glance, it looked like a pile of fat piled up together in a meat-mountain.

"You didn't think you could hide your identity by wearing a mask, did you?" the friar said again, "or you wouldn't be wearing this iconic blue outfit." ”

Wang Lun also found out that the fat man was wearing blue clothes, and it was rumored that the blue fat man's favorite color of clothes was blue.