Luo An'an only showed one head, looking at all this curiously. Most of those people's voices were camouflaged, hoarse and vicissitudes, echoing in the black market. At this time, the black market is more like the underworld, wandering with many souls who have no place to return, and from time to time let out a few terrible shouts.

The fox group was frightened by his imagination and had goosebumps, and couldn't help but shrink even more to the shovel officer fox.

"Let's go over there and have a look. Mo Jiuxiao smoothed the fox's fur and walked towards the crowded place. When the others saw Mo Jiuxiao's face, they knew his identity and gave way one after another.

The seller at the stall was strange, dressed as an old beggar with a flask in his hand. Just sit there and let others watch. If someone came to ask how to sell something, he didn't say anything, just drank silently.

Although the old man's temperament is irritating, his goods are all good and genuine. It is always difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake in the black market, so some stalls will have a sign on them. Everything that carries this sign on the stall is genuine, so the price is several times higher than other stalls. But even so, stalls with this logo on the black market have always been rare.

Since these people are lucky to meet them, they will naturally not let them go.

It wasn't until he asked too much that the old man said impatiently: "The old man likes to barter, if you want to exchange something, take out your things first and let the old man palm, and if you are satisfied, you can naturally trade." ”

The men hesitated, but eventually took out their own things. A monk took out a high-level magic weapon close to a spiritual weapon, but he didn't expect the old man to just glance at it lightly, and said clearly: "This old man doesn't like it." ”

Luo Anan quietly asked the shovel officer, "Jiuqing, who is this person, so characterful?"

An Baobao thought that the capable people of the major sects knew something, but the person in front of him had never heard of it.

Mo Jiuxiao pinched the fluffy fox's tail, "It's probably someone from the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, but I haven't seen it." ”

The person who was rejected by the old man was naturally dissatisfied, "My magic weapon is almost like a spiritual weapon, and it is definitely enough to exchange your things! Old man, you don't have to sit on the ground and raise the price!"

The old man waved his hand and said impatiently: "The old man said that he only changed things that were pleasing to the eye, not anything else. If you can't look at it, you can't look at it, so let's go!"

The man walked away indignantly, and those who remained hesitated. This person's vision is too high, and they don't have any good things in their hands!

The old man didn't care about this, and still drank leisurely, ignoring anyone.

"Old man, do you think this is okay?" After hesitation, a female cultivator took out a piece of crystal concentrate ore. This ore was not too valuable, at least it was not as good as the magic weapon just now. The wonderful thing is that this ore is very similar to an old turtle, and even Shen Yun is a little similar.

In Luo An'an's view, this is the magic of nature!

The old man looked at it with great interest, "Yes, yes, this old man wants it." You can go and get the one thing you want. ”

The nun seemed to be a little incredulous, but after reacting, she immediately took a magic weapon she liked and left quickly.

This gave the others a revelation, and it turned out that it was not too difficult to please this old man.

Many of the monks brought out some strange things, some of which were accepted by the old man, and some of which were turned away from him. Luo An'an originally looked a little boring, but suddenly her eyes lit up.