Before that, if someone said that he could change into his appearance, Ye Motian would definitely believe it, but if the changed appearance was exactly the same as him, then he would never believe it, and he would not believe it if he was killed.

But the scene in front of him completely subverted his cognition, and Yang Tian's changed appearance was exactly the same as him.

Moreover, the most important thing is that the aura exuded by Yang Tian in front of him was the same as him.

At least, with his cultivation, he couldn't perceive the difference between the two breaths at all.

Different lives have their own unique breaths, and if the breaths of the two are the same, it can only mean that they are the same person.

The demon ape stood aside, stunned, looking at Yang Tian with big eyes, very puzzled.

Yang Tian took off his mask, regained his appearance, and said, "Now, do you think that when I step into Black Dragon City, will I die?"

Ye Motian was speechless, but suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and said loudly: "Hmph, even if you can change the appearance of the city, what can you do? Your false third eye has the special ability of my Ye clan?"

Yang Tian frowned, what Ye Motian said was true, although the Supreme Treasure Mask could transform his appearance and even change his breath, it could not give the ability of the third eye of the alien race.

This point is a problem, if this problem cannot be solved, then, going to Black Dragon City, it is full of danger.

However, soon, Yang Tian's eyes lit up and said, "If I'm not mistaken, in the Wanbao Pavilion, there seems to be a third eye of a different race......

Before Yang Tian could finish his words, Ye Motian roared, "Damn! You damned, lowly native, you have probed my soul! That damn traitor actually killed his own compatriot back then, and refined the third eye of his compatriot into a treasure! Damn! Damn!"

Yang Tian didn't know this, but when he was exploring Ye Motian's soul, he happened to see this, so he had an idea.

"It seems that I have to go to Wanbao Pavilion again......" Yang Tian flicked his sleeves, and when a force came out, he resealed Ye Motian again, and then threw it into the black ring.

The power of Wanbao Pavilion is all over the Southern Wilderness, and even Red Leaf City, a place on the border of the Southern Wilderness, has its branches.

There is also a Wanbao Pavilion in Xuantian City, but Xuantian City has long been a dead city, and the treasures in it have long been looted, and the Wanbao Pavilion in Xuantian City is naturally no exception.

However, three thousand miles away from Xuantian City, there is a black market, and in that black market, some things of unknown origin are often traded.

And in this black market, Wanbaoge naturally opened a branch.

In fact, Yang Tian could have gone to other cities to buy, but relatively speaking, buying in the black market was more secret in terms of the secrecy of his identity.

After all, if you want to enter the city, you usually need to register, but on the black market, no one cares who you are.

Yang Tian put away the demon ape, put on a mask, turned into an old man, and rushed towards the black market three thousand miles away from Xuantian City.

This black market, called Yangjiang Black Market, is located next to a large river, according to the map.

This big river is Yangjiang, and the black market is also named after it.

A few days later, Yang Tian turned into an old man and came to the Yangjiang black market alone.

Although the Yangjiang black market is not as wide as a city, it is very prosperous.

After all, there are some things that cannot be bought through formal channels, and even if they are bought, they will leave some clues and be known by others.

But here, no one will ask for your identity, as long as you can afford it, that thing is yours.

In the black market, there are many fish and dragons, and their identities are very complex.

For example, Yang Tian just saw more than a dozen martial artists of different races walking over, and in these four weeks, there were still martial artists of the Great Wilderness, but they were all safe.

Moreover, there are some giants who look three feet tall, carrying huge hammers and walking around.

These giants, with Yang Tian's divine sense, their figures are definitely not three zhang high, but a hundred zhang high, in the black market, they all deliberately suppressed their figures.

In addition, there are many mythical beasts and beasts, which take on human forms and walk around the black market to buy some items.

The aura emitted by these divine beasts is very ancient, and their bloodlines are definitely very pure, and they are definitely not evolved from martial artists.

On both sides of the streets of the black market, there are mostly some treasures of unknown origin, and there are warriors standing there shouting and selling.

Not long after, Yang Tian came to the Wanbao Pavilion in the Yangjiang Black Market, and the plaque on it was almost exactly the same as the Wanbao Pavilion in Red Leaf City.

When he saw Wanbao Pavilion, Yang Tian couldn't help but think of the red butterfly, a woman who was always wearing a fiery red dress, giving people a fiery feeling.

After stepping into the Wanbao Pavilion, there are many martial artists in it, but there are many martial artists whose divine consciousness is exuded, making their faces a little blurry in the eyes of others, and they can't see their true faces at all.

Of course, there are also some warriors who meet with their true faces, but these warriors are all strong men of the Martial King Jiuzhong.

Even, there is the existence of a half-step martial emperor.

"What do you need?"

At this moment, a maid came over, smiled and asked lightly.

Yang Tianxun went to the prestige and saw that this maid was only a cultivator of the Martial Sect Realm, and said, "I'm looking for your shopkeeper!"

"Senior, there are some deals, and the little girl can call the shots......" said the maid.

However, before his words were finished, a strong momentum emanated from Yang Tian's body, pressed towards the maid, and said, "You can't do my business, go find your shopkeeper to come out!"

"Yes, senior, please calm your anger, I'll go and ask the shopkeeper right away!" the maid was so frightened that her face was pale, and she immediately won a succession.

A moment later, an elderly man came down from the upper floor and looked at Yang Tian with cloudy eyes.

Yang Tian felt something, and looked up, although the old man's eyes were cloudy, but they revealed a gleam.

The aura on his body has been converging to the extreme, and ordinary martial artists can't sense it at all.

However, Yang Tian only sensed it slightly, and immediately concluded that this old man was actually a half-step Martial Emperor.

Moreover, it also belongs to the kind of existence that may be promoted to the Martial Emperor at any time.

The old man walked up to Yang Tian and said, "Old Lin Ping is the shopkeeper of this store, dare to ask what your Excellency is called?"

"The surname is Mu!" the old man Yang Tian turned into said coldly, and then raised his head and looked at the martial artists around him.

Lin Ping, the shopkeeper of Wanbao Pavilion, had already become an old man, and when he saw Yang Tian looking around, he immediately reacted, "Please go upstairs with the old man!"

(End of chapter)