"Before joining them, give." The middle-aged man took out four things out of nowhere and handed them forward. They were four masks, their surfaces barely curved, like the distant horizon, only slightly curved.

The mask is carved with intricate patterns, like earthworms twisted together. On its surface, there is a random splash of ink, and all kinds of colors gather and blend together, reminding Wen Jin of classical oil painting.

The corners of Li Wuming's mouth grinned, like leather being torn off: "You know that we are immortals, and our divine consciousness can pass through these simple masks, right?" Having said that, he took the mask and gave it to the three of them.

The middle-aged man turned around and returned the way he came, his figure gradually becoming blurred in the eyes of Li Wuming and the others, like dappled sunlight hidden behind the clouds. He left only one sentence in the end: "These masks can block the divine consciousness of monks below the foundation period...... Happy trading. ”

The four of them put on their masks and looked at each other a few times, and they could all see the funny meaning in each other's pupils - they really looked like a troupe. They wore their masks and walked towards the humble trading place, like a few small streams merging into a long murky river.

People in the transaction don't pay attention to their arrival, or they do, but don't care, like through a transparent crystal, the view is not obstructed. In fact, people often come here through other caves to participate in the trade, and they are used to it.

"Listen, there's something good here." Li Wuming sat cross-legged on a stone pile in the trading hall and said to Wen Jin and the others. Because of the mask, Wen Jin didn't know Li Wuming's expression, but he still heard the peculiar cynicism in his tone.

So Wen Jin listened carefully. However, he soon lost interest, as in the face of the boring lectures of the teacher. Because the things circulating here are commonly used by low-realm monks, for him, a monk whose combat power has reached the peak of the late stage of the Qi cultivation period, it is tantamount to giving an adult a wooden sword, which is meaningless from all angles.

You Jiaoer and Guo Ke next to them felt very interesting, as if they were chewing on a new flavor of candy. Those elixirs, spells, and magic weapons shattered their original cognition and reshaped their worldview, just like shattering and re-healing bones, which would be more solid than the original.

Finally, the fair reached the final stage, and the items that made Wen Jin's eyes shine appeared, and there were many frequents, like mushrooms after the rain. A strong man full of muscles patted the stone stake under the seat, and said with a smile:

"I have a magic weapon to sell, which can be used by peak cultivators in the late stage of Qi cultivation. It is called the Vajra Protector and can summon a barrier around it, and its durability is equivalent to that of steel of the same thickness...... It is guaranteed that you can be as indestructible as a rock, and you will start shooting with twenty spirit stones. ”

Wen Jin was a little moved, he did lack defensive spells now, and the appearance of this magic weapon was tantamount to a timely rain. But he still held back, and in front of Li Wuming, he took out the spirit stone to buy magic weapons and took a banner and shouted that I was an immortal cultivator.

Li Wuming didn't make a sound, nor did he snap a shot, his eyes were as calm as spring water without waves. In his eyes, he naturally didn't look down on this kind of shoddy and unfinished sculpture-like magic weapon, but these low-level monks next to him grabbed it very happily.

The price quickly rose to fifty lower-grade spirit stones, like a bird flying up. In the end, this magic weapon was taken into the hands of a masked man who was as thin as a bamboo pole for the price of seventy spirit stones. Watching the strong man hand over the magic weapon to him, the masked man said with a slight hoarseness:

"After handing over these spirit stones, I don't have any savings, so I'll sell some more things, look, this ......" The masked man took out a talisman from his bosom, which was engraved with runes that shimmered with golden light, like thunder and lightning in the sky.

The golden light on the seal is like a small snake that is constantly swimming, swimming from top to bottom and from bottom to top along the path engraved on it, illuminating the surroundings of the masked man transparently, like a small sun spreading light.

Looking at the golden light flowing along every bend and path on the spell, Li Wuming's eyes showed fluctuations, like spring water being ignited, emitting a light no less than the sun—he obviously recognized what it was, and this was exactly what he was looking for.

The masked man still had that hoarse tone, making it impossible to tell if he was laughing or not: "Hey, this is what I pressed at the bottom of the box, and if it weren't for my pennilessness, I wouldn't have sold it...... You don't know what it is, do you? ”

No one responded. The masked man didn't care, and continued to speak in that hoarse voice—like a faint full moon hidden in the clouds: "This is a talisman, called the Golden Armor Talisman, and it is a talisman of the middle rank of the human rank. ”

Wen Jin straightened his waist a little, and his gaze towards the masked man was more concerned. The people around him all turned their eyes to him as soon as he finished introducing them, and those eyes were full of greed, like the dark green eyes of a hungry wolf hidden behind a bush.

If anything, it's because of the preciousness of this sigil. Wen Jin thought to himself, even if he was in his previous life, he couldn't draw even a human-level mid-grade charm. Sure enough, the masked man continued, "This sigil was carved by a mid-foundation monk, and it is one of my most precious things. ”

"The starting price is eighty spirit stones, if you are tempted, let's start the auction now." With that, the masked man fell silent, as if the silence had grown on him, and his thin body was hidden in the shadows, as if it could easily be broken.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment, like water solidifying into ice, or a viscous oil. Everyone was looking at the people around them, as if trying to judge the level of threat in their eyes.

You Jiao'er didn't seem to like this kind of atmosphere, this feeling like a vulture competing for food, but she forced herself to adapt to it, because she knew that this was just a microcosm on the path of cultivating immortals. Guo Ke was unexpectedly calm in this situation, his shyness disappeared, his eyes were calm like water, but the thoughts in his mind were full of torrents.

Li Wuming was always paying attention to the performance of Wen Jin and the others, their expressions and eyes were very conspicuous in his consciousness, like a reflection in a mirror.

He was very satisfied with the reaction of You Jiao'er and the others, and praised them in his heart for being good seedlings, and they were very suitable for the path of cultivating immortals in various aspects.

But there was one person who made Li Wuming feel very strange, and that was Wen Jin. He is too calm, not like Guo Ke, his calmness seems to be indifferent to seeing everything.