Immortals, don't watch dramas

Chapter 473

The bottom of the copper kettle is not the stove that burns the fire, but a flat black magnetic surface, and there is nothing in the middle with a dark golden semicircle pattern.

This is……

The little brother in the reception stretched out his palm and faced down. The back of his hand seemed to have a semi-circular totem appearing, which just formed a full circle with the totem on the black magnetic surface.

And the totem in the opponent's palm seems to be engraved on the inside of the palm.

Then there seemed to be a phantom in his hand that slammed into the dark golden totem in the middle of the black magnetic surface.

After a violent shaking, the person had already arrived here, and Ningxia was led out of the box by the receptionist.

Looking around at this suddenly "changed" world, I am amazed.

This store is also too good. What kind of fairy technology is this? It feels like a black technology in the world of self-cultivation.Is this guy transmigrating? !
Just now, they were still in the boiling auction, and now, in the blink of an eye, the two of them were standing in an unfamiliar place.

Suddenly being taken to a place that still looks so weird, it should have been panic.

The comprehension world likes this set, and Ningxia is already very happy that there is no fainting package this time.

Putting on the black robe suit provided by the receptionist, Ning Xia and Xie Shi tiptoed out of the box. The "one size" black robe was too big for Ningxia and Xie Shi, who were slender, and dragged the floor for a long time, which was outrageous.

But it can't be said to be a bad thing. After wearing it, it is impossible for others to see an inch of their skin, and even the outline can't be seen clearly.The most obvious thing for outsiders is height, after all, it is impossible for black robes to give them a height-enhancing package.

This little black market also has an iron-like commandment, prohibiting showing your face and not revealing personal information in any way.You can't show your face, and you can't lift your robes to see other people's faces.

If someone exposes the identity of the other party by coercive or calculated means, so that the other party leaks personal information, the consequences will be at their own risk.If someone lifts their own bottom, the consequences are also at their own risk.

So far, no one has dared to challenge the authority of the owner, and everyone who comes in has honestly followed the rules and "shopping".Anyway, this anonymous way is very beneficial to them, whether it is buying or selling things.

In short, remain mysterious, remain silent, and do not speak.Trading quietly and leaving the market with respect and orderliness is probably the best visitor template for the small black market.

When they got out of the box, the two of Ningxia found that the world outside had changed.No, maybe they came to another dimension.

In the dark, the candles are shining brightly, and everyone's figure shows a little mystery under the candlelight.It was pitch black everywhere, only the neatly arranged sparks of sparks stubbornly shone their own light in the darkness.

Here is the world of night.

The receptionist handed Ningxia and the two a token, and went to the box, saying that they would wait for them to come back at the same place. At that time, as long as they held the token, someone would lead them back to the box.

The other party also reminded them not to stay maliciously. If it exceeds an hour, they may be blacklisted in the small black market, and their next visit will be rejected.

The instrument for timing is the token taken from the black magnetic surface.

The middle of the token is inlaid with a jade-white hourglass pattern, and it is surrounded by wooden bodies.If the white jade inlaid in the middle is completely assimilated into a wooden deck, it means that an hour has passed.

Therefore, the two of Ningxia must return to their box and leave the small black market before the token is completely turned into a wooden token.

Walking into this small black market, the two of Ningxia were completely attracted.

The place was pitch-dark, and if it wasn't for the suspended candle flame, it would really be invisible.It's just those swaying, floating candle shadows that look really scary.

There are stalls under each floating candle, and there is a person sitting or standing there.These people are probably stall owners.

These stall owners also dressed up like them, so strict that outsiders couldn't get any information at all.If you don't speak, you can't tell if it's male or female.

However, since I came here to exchange things, I only exchanged and not sold that kind, so it naturally has its own story in it.

The rules of the small black market can be said to be almost "tailor-made" for them.

Therefore, countless monks come to exchange items or ask for items every year.They are the last ones who don't want to reveal their identities. Most of them come here quietly, so as not to be discovered by those who are interested.

Such a chaotic market is surprisingly harmonious.The rule of no-showing is a must.

Of course, what Ningxia and the others said... they were here to pick up the slack, and they didn't have any special needs.

Especially with the strong purchasing power of spirit stones here, they might actually be able to pick up very good things here.

A look of excitement appeared on Ningxia's face under the cloak.

It's called the Little Black Market, probably thanks to its "blackness".She had never seen a trading market open in such a dark place, it was strange enough.

As the saying goes, the more beautiful you look under the lamp, the more beautiful you will be.The same is true for spiritual tools and spiritual materials. If they have to be lit up with a single stroke, the spiritual tools will be more radiant than the original, and they will attract people to buy them more eagerly.

But here... lo and behold... tsk tsk.

Ning Xing stopped at a booth and picked up a sword. In the dim environment, he couldn't see it very clearly. He could only vaguely see the carvings floating on the scabbard.

Against the backdrop of the dark night, the candlelight added a sense of historical heaviness to the blade, and it really looked like that.If the guy hanging around her waist didn't protest... maybe she'd be more willing to appreciate it for a while.

Just when Ningxia picked up the sword, a certain sword hanging from her waist had already roared with warning, and the other end of the pull was also very excited.It seemed that the next moment he was going to fly out and chop off the sword in Ningxia's hand.

Brother, I didn't expect you to be so reborn.Competitiveness so strong?

Ningxia suddenly remembered an incident more than two months ago, but it was connected with the present.

She just came to Lianwu City, and she didn't know anything at that time. She stood at the gate of the sword shop and watched curiously for a while, and was very hesitant to buy a sword or something.

Even if it was stopped by Zhong Xiaohuan, she had to say that those swords were not worthy of her.Ningxia was persuaded and did not buy it.

But just now that he learned of Chonghuan's identity, thinking of what happened at that time, Ningxia's mood was very delicate.

Isn't this guy jealous?Jealous of an unconscious sword?

Come on, even if your ancestor is a sword, you are still a sword master anyway, so what's the point of arguing with a sword from an ordinary street vendor.

However, obviously, this little ancestor will not give up unless she puts down the sword in her hand.

Well, the man's careful eye.

Ningxia slandered in her heart and picked up another magic weapon.

(End of this chapter)