My cute little junior sister is too curly

"Thank you, Sixth Junior Brother." Ning Shiyue smiled brightly, and she also gave Qin Hanyan a Lingshi.

Feng Qingran glanced at the spirit stones on the ground, there were at least [-] top-grade spirit stones in one set, equivalent to one billion low-grade spirit stones.

Having been with Dafang's Sixth Senior Brother for a long time, Feng Qingran almost forgot what a low-grade spirit stone looks like.

Feng Qingran unceremoniously pretended to be a Lingshi.

After that, Feng Qingran prepared some spirit stones for everyone.

Including upper, middle and lower spirit stones.

After all, this place is no different than other places. The black market is easy to get the best spirit stones, and it is easy to be taken for a fool.

"Junior Martial Sister, you... where did you get so many spirit stones?" Ning Shiyue's eyes widened. The spirit stones that Junior Martial Sister had prepared were no less than those of the Sixth Junior Brother!

"I... sold some talismans before." Feng Qingran blinked her almond eyes slightly, feeling a little guilty.

"If you have something you want to sell, you can also bring it in." Tang Zhongqi interrupted Ning Shiyue's further questioning.

Bailiwen touched his chin with his hand, looking at the Lingshi in front of him in thought.

Little junior sister seems to have a lot of secrets that they don't know?

At this time-

Mo Jinghong said in a deep voice, "Give me your token."

Baili Wenyue's thoughts were interrupted, and he took out the token and handed it to Mo Jinghong.

Feng Qingran also immediately handed the token to Mo Jinghong.

Ning Shiyue and Qin Hanyan did not hesitate and did the same thing.

Only Tang Chongker hesitated, but seeing everyone's actions, he also chose to hand over the token to Mo Jinghong

Mo Jinghong took Feng Qingran's token first, tapped it lightly with his fingertips, the token flashed a faint red light, and a strange rune sank into the token.

After the tokens of the five people were all drawn, Mo Jinghong said, "I'll wait for you at the outer gate."

When Feng Qingran heard that Mo Jinghong wanted to stay outside, she remembered that when she entered the black market a few years ago, Mo Jinghong did not enter either.

Isn't Senior Brother Seven curious about what the black market looks like?

"Then I'll have to trouble Seventh Junior Brother." Ning Shiyue's eyes were shining brightly.

"Seventh Junior Brother, you can wait here with peace of mind. I will definitely buy you a copy if I come across something good." After Baili Wenyue finished speaking, he walked towards the teleportation formation.

Ning Shiyue and Qin Hanyan also joined the teleportation formation, sitting cross-legged.

Tang Chongker and Mo Jinghong looked at each other. Tang Chongker had been observing Mo Jinghong since he entered Huolingzhou.

He has been reborn in this body for decades.

Most of the strength belonging to the Demon Lord has recovered, and the current strength is equivalent to that of a human Mahayana monk.

But he still couldn't see through Mo Jinghong, and he even vaguely felt that Mo Jinghong was many times stronger than him.

This made Tang Zhongyan very uneasy.

Mo Jinghong glanced at Tang Chongkera for a few times, then looked sideways at Feng Qingran who was staring at him, "Young junior sister won't go in?"

"Senior Brother Seven, aren't you curious about what's going on in the black market?" Feng Qingran's voice was crisp.

"Not curious."

at this time--

Zhuo Yan suddenly appeared, and said in a contemptuous tone: "Huh! Look at your unseen appearance, the owner doesn't like the rubbish sold in the black market."

The moment Tang Zhongyan saw the scorching flame, his expression changed.

Tang Chongker immediately walked towards the teleportation array, sat cross-legged, and entered the black market.

Zhuo Yan felt a fluctuating aura, and muttered, "It's strange, how come there is the aura of demons?"

Feng Qingran narrowed her eyes slightly, staring at Zhuoyan, "It's a pity, I haven't found the strange fire yet, so I can't make soup..."

Burning Flame flapped its wings, "Bad woman! Bad woman!"

Feng Qingran ground her teeth, "Senior Brother Seven, you need a bird cage."

Mo Jinghong's upside-down face was stained with a smile, and he said softly: "Junior Junior Sister, you can go to the black market to buy a birdcage, but don't cause trouble."

"Got it." Feng Qingran touched the tip of her nose, which was as white as jade. Since the Xionghuling incident last time, Mo Jinghong's trust in her has plummeted.

"Hmph! Troubleshooter, how could he not cause trouble?" Zhuo Yan shouted with a serious look.

Feng Qing took a white look at Zhuoyan, didn't bother to pay attention to it, and walked into the teleportation array, into the black market.

Mo Jinghong flicked his sleeves and set up a barrier in the house.

It's not that Mo Jinghong doesn't want to go to the black market.

It was because the soul power of the builder of the black market was too low. If he entered the black market, the black market would collapse because it couldn't bear his soul power.

Besides, since he and Feng Qingran entered the state city.

Someone has been following them secretly.

He stayed outside, maybe he could find some clues.

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On Feng Qingran's side, as soon as he entered the black market, a large group of people surrounded him.

These people hold all kinds of things in their hands.

A woman dressed as a woman said: "Little girl, do you want to buy a magic weapon? I can sell it to you cheaply!"

"Little girl, don't listen to her. Her things are all second-hand. Buy mine. My things are fresh from the oven."

"Little girl, don't be fooled by them, what they sell are all fakes, and mine are all real..."

"Girl, buy my things. I'm always honest in business, and I will never deceive customers!"

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The man's voice was about to fall, and there was a contemptuous sound from all around.

Feng Qingran looked at Liuhui with her beautiful eyes, and her spiritual sense swept over the people around her, it was obvious that they were all in the state of souls.

In the soul state, but touched the physical things, it seems that the master behind the black market has something.

Feng Qingran glanced over everyone's hands, and recognized that the things in their hands were basically fakes.

"Get out of the way." Feng Qingran's voice was condensed, his brows swept away, his eyes were even more shining like stars, like a pool of clear water under the moonlight, as if there were thousands of streams of light, and he had a noble and noble aura.

Everyone was shocked and looked at Feng Qingran. They thought she was a deceitful little girl, but they turned out to be a stubborn one.

Everyone dispersed to make way.

Feng Qingran walked towards the market in front, and when passing by an old man, Feng Qingran felt a strange aura.

Feng Qingran's exquisite apricot eyes flickered, she glanced sideways at what the old man was holding, and paused her footsteps.

The old man has white hair all over his head and looks like he has been through many vicissitudes.

Seeing Feng Qingran looking at him, the old man looked trembling and dared not speak.

Feng Qingran walked sideways in front of the old man, a cunning flashed in her eyes, and then she pretended to be cold and said: "Open the painting in your hand and show it to me."

Beside the old man, the faces of those who had been frightened by Feng Qingran before suddenly changed.

This little girl must have done it on purpose!

A ferocious man said coldly: "Little girl, what's so good about a broken painting? We have something more precious than paintings here. You don't even look at it. Are you insulting us on purpose?"

"That's right! I thought you, little girl, were a good shopper, but I didn't expect you to only buy junk! You really have no sense..." A middle-aged aunt said with a sly voice.

"Little girl, don't blame me for not reminding you. This old man has deceived many people before. What good can he sell for an old thing?" A woman said aggressively.

Another middle-aged man said: "Little girl, you are new here, you must listen to advice, we will not harm you! You must never buy anything from him!"

……

Everyone talked to each other, persuading Feng Qingran earnestly, and desperately prevented her from buying things from the old man.

The old man lowered his head, as if he didn't dare to refute the crowd.

"The rule here should be freedom of buying and selling, right? Can everyone shut up?" Feng Qingran had a pair of beautiful eyes, as bright as pearls, as bright as spring flowers, but her aura was as cold as ice.

When the other people heard the word 'rule', they muttered indignantly: "Hmph! Just wait to be cheated, you stinky girl who doesn't know good people!"

"Old man, open the painting for me to have a look." Feng Qingran spoke like pearls, her voice was crisp and clear, and her every move had a noble temperament, and she did not tolerate offense.

The others looked at each other a few times, their eyes flashed brightly, this little girl was really fooled!
With trembling hands, the old man took a step back and said in fear, "Girl, I dare not sell this thing to you. Don't look at it, just go."

When Feng Qingran heard this, she turned expressionless and left.

Everyone was stunned, why didn't this girl play her cards according to the routine?
She shouldn't ask the old man why because of what the old man said?
Then the old man behaved miserably again, arousing her rebellious psychology and compassion?
Then she insisted on buying the painting, and the old man took the opportunity to raise the price...

Everyone looked at each other, decided to change their strategy, and winked at a man who was tall and thick.

"Little girl, what do you mean? Are you playing with an old man?" A man rushed in front of Feng Qingran violently, blocking Feng Qingran's way.

"He won't let me see, so I'll leave. Is there a problem?" Feng Qingran's eyes were slightly condensed, revealing a breathtaking luster.

When Feng Qingran asked about the painting, she realized that the old man was with this group of people.

In the environment of the black market, no one can survive alone.

The man choked back when he was ready, and looked at his accomplice not far away.

Feng Qingran ignored the man and wanted to go around him, but the man stretched out his arm to stop her.

"You can't leave! If you leave like this, he will definitely be bullied. I have stayed here for a long time and know better than you. The reason why he dare not sell you is because he is afraid that you will be beaten after you leave. "After the man finished speaking, he waited for Feng Qingran to speak.

Feng Qingran crossed her arms, exuding a cold aura, "So what? What does this have to do with me?"

"I don't care, you can't leave anyway, he is very poor, he has been bullied here, there are no guests, you are the only one who is willing to see his paintings in the past few years." The man tried to arouse Feng Qingran's sympathy .

Monks generally sympathize with and help the weak, because doing so can accumulate merit and luck.

"But he doesn't agree with me buying his paintings, black market rules, you can't buy or sell by force." Feng Qingran's apricot eyes were clear and clear, revealing a trace of coldness.

These people seemed to be deliberately trying to induce her to break the rules.

"Well, how about I get him to agree to sell the painting to you?" the man suggested.

"As long as he agrees and the price is reasonable, I can buy that painting." A deep light flashed in Feng Qingran's eyes.

The man pretended to walk up to the old man and persuaded him, "Don't worry, old man, just sell your paintings, I will protect you."

The old man nodded tremblingly, and then opened the scroll for Feng Qingran to watch.

Feng Qingran's eyes, like glazed glass, were as bright as spring flowers, and she pretended to casually glance at the painting in front of her.

The mountains in the painting are continuous, winding and undulating, surrounded by purple mist, and clusters of blue flames seem to be hidden under the ethereal purple mist.

And there is a Qionglou Yuyu looming behind the mountain.

Above the mountains, thousands of golden rays fell, making the whole painting dreamlike.

In the painting, the five elements gather together, there is both heaven and earth, there is reality in the virtual, and it is all-encompassing.

Feng Qingran's eyes are as bright as the spring moon. This painting seems unusual, and it's all because of the artist's profound skills.

But there was a strange aura hidden in the scroll of her painting.

"How many spirit stones is this painting?" Feng Qingran's lowered eyes were shining brightly, but his voice was still cold.

"One hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones." The old man whispered.

Feng Qingran hasn't spoken yet.

The man was the first to exclaim: "Old man, the value of this painting is obviously 100 million spirit stones, how can you only sell it for [-]!"

"Hmph! This old man must have given the girl a low price on purpose because he saw how good-looking the girl is."

"That's right, when the person in front sold it, he always asked for more than 100 million..."

Feng Qingran listened to the voice beside her ear quietly, and asked coldly: "One hundred thousand is too expensive, I can only give fifty thousand."

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