Pang Feng entered the White Witch Black Market, but was stopped by the guards and asked him to hand over five White Witch Stone Coins. Of course, after Pang Feng killed Boss Wu and the little monkey, he naturally put away his storage rings.

It is worthy of being a disciple of Lord Baiwu, there are 100,000 White Witch Stone coins in that Martial Boss's storage ring alone, and even in that little Hou Ye's storage ring, there are 30,000 White Witch Stone Coins.

Of course, in addition, as personal disciples and closed disciples, the two of them naturally had a lot of magic weapons and pills in them, but they were all used by some Bone Changing Realm cultivators, so Pang Feng naturally had no thoughts. I'm going to find a place to exchange it all for White Witch Coins.

Although Pang Feng didn't know the value of the White Witch Stone Coins, he could also perceive that when he saw the crowds coming and going, he could probably see that there were no less than 10,000 White Witch Stone Coins just collected every day. This is also the black heart of the White Witch Bazaar, a gate is still like this, not to mention that in the bazaar, isn't there everything in the treasure?

couldn't wait to enter the bazaar, Pang Feng found that the entire bazaar was shrouded in an inexplicable atmosphere, and the pedestrians who came and went were wearing masks, as if they didn't let others see their appearance.

Of course, this is a black market, and the buying and selling are all black goods, and people are naturally reluctant to show their true colors.

Moreover, Pang Feng wanted to use his divine sense to detect the appearance behind the mask, but he was blocked by a special force.

"The mask material is very special, it can even resist the divine sense!" Pang Feng was secretly surprised, but he also looked left and right, since it was a special mask, there must be a place to sell masks.

Sure enough, just as he entered the market, he saw an old Confucian woman setting up a stall, and her stall was covered with various masks. Pang Feng didn't hesitate, and walked forward directly.

"Old woman, how do you sell masks?" Pang Feng picked up a clown mask, and then asked the old Confucian woman.

After hearing Pang Feng's words, Lao Ru stopped and raised his head to look at Pang Feng, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at Pang Feng.

The strange thing is that although Lao Ru sells masks, she doesn't wear a mask, probably because everyone buys masks from her, so they have seen her.

"One hundred White Witch Stone coins. The old woman held out a finger and spoke.

When Pang Feng heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, he didn't expect a mask to be so expensive.

However, Pang Feng still paid honestly, after all, he looked left and right, and Lao Ru was the only one selling masks.

After paying the money, Pang Feng put on a mask, and as soon as he put on the mask, Pang Feng felt that there was a special energy on the mask, surrounding his face, and he didn't have to be afraid of others using his divine sense to detect him.

Afterwards, Pang Feng walked towards the middle of the market, and as he walked on the road, he gradually discovered that the black market was the black market, and the things sold in it could be described as varied.

Not only are they limited to the things that the righteous monks need, but the things that those demons and outer paths need are even more numerous.

Pang Feng walked on the road and saw a magic weapon, and heard the stall owner say that it was actually refined by the hearts of ninety-nine babies.

Pang Feng couldn't help frowning when he heard the stall owner's introduction, of course he didn't intervene in this matter, whether it was an orthodox monk or a foreign monk, everyone had their own world.

If he didn't see it, he wouldn't easily meddle in this matter.

That magic weapon, the stall owner actually opened 80,000 white witch stone coins, but it was still quickly bought by others, and that person was still very happy.

Moreover, Pang Feng learned that the value of one White Witch Stone Coin was probably the value of ten Dragon Coins, which showed the preciousness of that magic weapon.

Of course, Pang Feng also bought two things, one was the Tongue Heart Flower, which was one of the herbs used to refine the Tsukidan. Although it is not precious, the outside world does not, and it cost Pang Feng 10,000 white witch stone coins.

The other one is a jade pendant, of course, there is nothing special about the jade pendant, but the aura in it is extremely abundant, and it can be given to the golden sword to swallow, and it also costs 10,000 white witch stone coins.

Of course, there are still many strange things, but Pang Feng doesn't need them, so he just ignores them.

Pang Feng walked in the bazaar, and couldn't help frowning, they found that in the bazaar, there were many things needed for the Bone Transformation Realm, but the cultivators of the Condensation Stage needed very few, almost negligible.

Pang Feng staggered to the front of a stall, and he saw a magic weapon like a bell, which was a magic weapon that emitted black gas.

Although at a glance, he knew that it was needed by the evil path cultivator, but this magic weapon was at the same level as the bluestone Pixiu that he had damaged before, and it could be regarded as something that could be used in the early stage of condensation.

"What's the matter?, you have taken a fancy to this soul bell?" the stall owner couldn't help but ask when he saw Pang Feng looking at the soul bell. Although he didn't think Pang Feng had the strength to buy it, he had been on the market for two years, but he never sold it.

"Soul Suppression Bell?" Pang Feng couldn't help but say silently after hearing these three words, how could it sound so similar to the Soul Suppression Seal in his hand.

However, when Pang Feng saw this soul suppression bell, although the name of the soul suppression seal was very different, it was not a level magic weapon at all.

"How much?" Pang Feng still asked, he vaguely felt that the soul suppression bell in front of him was related to the soul suppression seal in his hand.

"100,000 White Witch Stone Coins!" the stall owner stretched out his hand and said a word of 100,000 White Witch Stone Coins.

After Pang Feng heard this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, 100,000 white witch stone coins can be said to be very high.

"It's expensive. After Pang Feng finished speaking, he turned around and left, although he vaguely felt that the Soul Suppression Bell and the Soul Suppression Seal were connected, but the Soul Suppression Bell was still too weak after all, and he was now in the middle of the condensation vein, and he didn't need it at all.

"Wait a minute! ”

Suddenly, the stall owner shouted, and Pang Feng then stopped.

When Pang Feng turned his head again, the stall owner stretched out his hand and asked him to walk towards him. Of course, Pang Feng also walked over to listen to what he had to say.

"This fellow Daoist, I forgot to tell you before, this is actually a scattered magic weapon, he is composed of seven identical bells, and this is just one of them. If you can get seven, that's the supreme magic weapon. When the time comes, even if it is a powerhouse in the late stage of condensation, it will not be your opponent!" At this time, the more the stall owner spoke, the more excited he became, as if he had asked Pang Feng to quickly buy the bell on his pavement.

In fact, he was deceived like this back then, and he didn't sell it for two years. Now that he sees that Pang Feng has this idea and strength, he naturally wants to sell it to Pang Feng.

(End of chapter)