Tang Que hesitated for a moment, took out five medium-grade spirit stones from the storage bag and threw them to the middle-aged monk. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The middle-aged monk took the spirit stone, put it in the storage bag and said, "Fellow Daoist, come down." ”

Tang Que followed the middle-aged monk to the courtyard of the mansion without saying a word, and walked through the courtyard. The two of them came to a large and spacious house in the back. Tang Que saw that although the room was spacious, it was empty inside, and he was slightly surprised.

At this time, the middle-aged monk walked to a corner, stretched out his hand and moved a raised magic plate on the wall of the corner, and with a rolling and rotating sound, a step appeared on the ground in the inconspicuous part of the room, which was a dark underground passage several feet wide.

The middle-aged monk stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please, "Fellow Daoist, please." With that, the middle-aged monk took the lead and walked towards the underground passage.

Tang Que saw that this underground trade would be so mysterious, but once it came, it would be safe. He followed the middle-aged monk with a little vigilance and also entered the underground passage, below which was a dark underground passage, dozens of zhang long, dotted with pebble-sized night pearls, illuminating this passage transparently.

The middle-aged monk led Tang Que to the end of the passage unhurriedly, opened an iron door to prohibit it, and Tang Que immediately felt that there was an extremely open place behind the iron door, which was an underground hall, and in this underground hall, Tang Que felt the breath of many monks inside.

Tang Que rolled up the curtain behind the iron door and walked into the hall, but saw that more than ten pairs of eyes all looked at Tang Que in unison, and together with more than ten divine senses, they fell on Tang Que's body, and after a while, these more than ten divine senses left Tang Que's body one by one.

Tang Que saw that this underground hall was dozens of zhang wide, and there was a simple table several zhang square in the middle, and around the simple table in the middle, there were some seats scattered around.

The more than a dozen monks in the underground hall were all wearing masks similar to Tang Que's, scattered on the seats around them, and basically did not talk. Tang Que felt from the spiritual pressure emanating from these more than ten monks that most of these more than ten monks were monks in the late stage of foundation building and the Great Perfection, and there were also several knots among them.

Tang Que saw that in the underground trade here, there was actually a monk of the Jiedan who appeared, which was a bit unexpected for him, and it also made Tang Que think a little higher about this underground trade fair, and have more expectations for the inner Dan of the sixth-order sea beast.

Tang Que calmly entered the underground hall and found a corner to sit down. After a while, several monks who participated in the underground transaction came in one after another, all wearing masks to hide their true faces and aura. After these monks entered the hall, they also sat down in a low-key position that was not adjacent to the people, and waited for the fair to begin.

These monks who participated in the underground trade fair, all of them seemed to be extremely mysterious and low-key, and it seemed that the owners who organized the underground trade paid great attention to the confidentiality of the identities of the monks involved in the trade.

In this way, the privacy of the monks involved in the transaction can be protected to the greatest extent, so that these monks can trade with peace of mind. The monks who came to this underground trade fair naturally did not want their true identities to be revealed.

In the place of this kind of underground trade fair, some items of unknown origin and invisible light are often traded, so the monks who participate in this kind of trade fair want to have a relatively safe environment that can protect their privacy.

In addition, the monks involved in the transaction did not want others to know what they had exchanged. Therefore, probing into other people's secrets is a big taboo in this kind of underground trade fair.

After a while, no new monks came in the underground hall. Just when the monks present were a little impatient, a monk wearing a Fuwa mask calmly walked to the simple table in the middle and said to the monks in the underground hall: "Fellow Daoists, you are polite. Everyone is welcome to come to this underground fair. ”

This monk was a fake Dan monk, and he coughed and said: "The rules of the underground trade fair, old friends who have come to know that there are no taboos on the items traded at the fair, and if there are any suitable items, no matter where they come from, everyone can take them out and exchange them here, and after the trade fair is over, everyone will go their own way." ”

The fake Dan monk deliberately said solemnly: "It is also forbidden to inquire about some irrelevant questions at the trade fair, this is also the consensus of the Taoist friends who participate in the transaction, I hope you will not break the rules." ”

Most of the monks present nodded, but few spoke. At this time, a monk entrenched in the eastern corner said rudely: "Fellow Daoist, don't talk nonsense, let's start." ”

Tang Que saw that this rough voice was made by a monk who was wearing a bull's head mask, and naturally he couldn't see his true face, but the faint coercion emanating from his body clearly told others that this was an old monster.

The monk on the stage coughed, and said with a smile: "Okay, if you have a few items in your hand, let's throw bricks and jade first, and see if you fellow Daoists are interested in trading with you." After the next transaction is completed, please come to the stage to trade your own items. ”

The monk wearing the mask of Fuwa on the stage said, and took out a swarthy stone from his storage bag, which was the size of a fist, and looked black and shiny, and from the black stone there was an extremely rich demonic aura, which was different from ordinary demonic qi, extremely pure.

The monks in the trading hall couldn't help but sweep the swarthy stone with their divine senses, and some monks asked as if they were a little uncertain, "Is it obsidian?" ”

The Fuwa masked monk on the stage nodded and said, "This fellow Daoist has a good eye. This is an obsidian stone that contains an incomparable True Demon Qi and is extremely rare. Presumably, Taoist friends who practice demonic skills will be interested. ”

As soon as the False Dan Monk wearing the Fuwa mask on the stage finished speaking, a gloomy voice in the middle of the hall said, "Fellow Daoist, what do you want to exchange for this obsidian?" ”

The Fuwa Mask Monk on the stage glanced at the middle of the hall and said lightly: "I plan to exchange this obsidian for a worthy superlative spiritual weapon." ”

The gloomy voice in the middle of the hall coughed, and suddenly spoke for a moment to the Fuwa monk on the stage, who first shook his head, then nodded.

At the end, the Fuwa monk on the stage said: "The obsidian below has been exchanged with this fellow Taoist." Saying that, the two exchanged items in a private setting.

Tang Que quietly observed the so-called transaction between the two monks, and he didn't want to participate easily in front of the fact that he didn't understand the rules here. The two monks took what they needed, and after the trade, the monk who had traded for obsidian returned to his seat, and the exchange seemed to go well.