"Immortals." The fat boss faintly straightened his chest, and his belly bulged like a balloon, and he trembled on the ground. In the face of the legendary immortal, it would be false for him to say that he was not nervous, but the gentle gaze of the immortal made him feel more confident.

"You know why I'm here, right?" Wen Jin raised the teacup, greeted him, and then took a sip in front of him, feeling the hot tea turn into a hot stream, like a hot stream, shuttling through his body.

"Yes." The boss took out a handkerchief and wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, as if he was a little hesitant, but when he looked up and saw Wen Jin's calm eyes that seemed to be perceptive to all things, he trembled fiercely and buried his head.

"Be sure to show yourself in front of the immortals!" The boss gritted his teeth secretly, and then grinned, revealing a smile that made people feel like a spring breeze. After all, with many years of hard work experience, he quickly regained his composure, "Immortal, please come here." ”

Wen Jin took a sip of tea, then closed the tea lid with his hand, stood up, stretched out a hand, and said with a smile: "You invite first, I will follow you." This polite attitude is like warm spring water, which makes the boss comfortable and a little flattered at the same time.

The boss nodded like garlic, opened the door of the private room, walked respectfully in front of Wen Jin, and led him to a door inlaid with gold wire. "Immortals, this is it, the Immortal Cultivator Market is below."

Wen Jin nodded, showing a satisfied look. The boss, who was silently observing his face on the side, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and seemed to feel a lot more relaxed. He opened the door courteously, stretched out his hand and made a gesture: "Immortals, please come in." ”

Wen Jin bowed his head, put his hands behind his back, and walked in. Suddenly, he noticed the boss's eager look, and seemed to understand something, he smiled slightly, and suddenly a green spirit stone appeared in his palm, which he threw to the boss.

The fat boss hurriedly caught the spirit stone, knowing that this was a tip given to him, and his face involuntarily showed a grateful look. This spirit stone is not valued in the hands of the immortals, but it is very cherished in his hands, and it can even be like a stepping stone, playing the role of throwing stones to ask for directions.

He solemnly put away the spirit stone, and heard Wen Jin's soft voice in his ears: "I have one more thing I want to ask you." The fat boss was stunned for a moment, bent his waist deeper, and squeezed out a flattering smile at the corner of his mouth: "Don't be polite to the immortals, I must know everything." ”

"Then I'll ask." Wen Jin stared at the things inside the door, his voice as misty as a cloud, "You are in charge of the entrance to an immortal cultivator's market, how can you still be so unfamiliar with immortals, and why are you so attentive to me?" ”

The fat boss wiped the sweat stains on his forehead, and his voice became more and more respectful, as if he had already made a draft: "Immortals, don't laugh, Yuxi Town is a small town, and there are very few immortals who come here, and I have only seen it twice in my life." ”

He secretly glanced at Wen Jin, and found that the corners of his mouth under the mask were smiling, and he suddenly felt warm like spring, and his waist couldn't help but straighten up a little: "And the immortals, you are different from them, what can they say to the small ones...... You're welcome. ”

The fat boss seemed to have a little sweat on his forehead, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Of course, you should be unkind to me, and you should ......" "Just say that they are arrogant, and I don't have much affection for them." Wen Jin said with a chuckle.

"Yes, yes, immortals." The fat boss secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and the fat on his face trembled like waves. He praised it half flatteringly and half sincerely: "The little one has never seen such an approachable immortal." ”

Wen Jin nodded, and waved his white jade-like palm: "From now on, it's my personal business, I don't need you to accompany me, step down." The boss was relieved, bent over, walked backwards out of the room, and closed the door with his hand.

With a click, Wen Jin turned his head to look at the scene ahead, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in his deep dark eyes. I saw that there was a black entrance in front of me, and below it was a staircase of one step at a time.

The staircase seemed to lead to the abyss, and the candlelight of the room could only illuminate five feet deep, and below it was a swarthy patch. Wen Jin was not surprised by this, because he had seen many similar scenes in his previous life.

With a shake of his robe, Wen Jin walked briskly, stepped into the entrance, and walked down step by step. The darkness soon engulfed him, as if it had turned into substance, bringing him a sense of oppression. He stretched out his hand nonchalantly, and a flash of fire appeared, illuminating the surroundings.

The flames burned in the palm of his hand, like a sword tearing through the darkness, warm and blazing. With the flames in one hand, he slowly walked down the stairs, inch by inch, into the darkness, and in front of him there were endless steps.

The sound of a clatter echoed through the tunnel, echoing into a crisp echo, as if walking between hollow valleys. After passing through a long tunnel, Wen Jin finally saw the light, and he paced in, finding that the sides of the tunnel were studded with night pearls.

The pearl of the night emits a soft glow that reflects the surroundings as if it were day. Wen Jin squinted his eyes and saw that the space in front of him was full of small stone piers, and many people in robes and dust-free were sitting on the stone piers, discussing something with a serious face.

All of them wore masks of different styles, so that Wen Jin couldn't help but push the carved masks on his face, and there seemed to be some sense of security pouring out of them. Wen Jin silently chose a stone pier to sit on, and the people on the side just glanced at him coldly and then withdrew their gaze.

"By the rules, it's my turn." An immortal cultivator who couldn't see his face clearly, but his voice was quite immature, spoke. As soon as he touched his hand, a crimson herb suddenly appeared in his palm, surrounded by a flame that seemed to be burning.

Wen Jin's eyes moved, this herb was a little similar to the fire grass in the Flame Field, but it didn't seem to be the same. The immortal cultivator with a young voice said: "Fire Spirit Grass, an excellent elixir to assist fire cultivators, ten spirit stones to start. ”

"Eleven." At that time, someone raised his hand, not in a hurry, as if he was not afraid of others interfering. Wen Jin glanced at him silently and found that this person was wearing a mask that seemed to be made of gold, and he couldn't see the specific face.

To be honest, he was also quite impressed by this Fire Spirit Grass, after all, he was also one of the fire attribute cultivators, and this kind of assistance to speed up cultivation was of course the better, but thinking of the purpose of coming here, he still chose to give up the competition, only there seemed to be a flash of brilliance in his eyes.

The others were also not interested in this kind of restrictive elixir, and only added it a few times, and finally got it at the price of fifteen spirit stones.

The immortal cultivator with an immature voice seemed to have expected it, and he was not too disappointed, but just stretched out his hand to greet the next auctioneer.