My cute little junior sister is too curly

"Little girl, you can't do this! I can't stand it anymore." An old lady said contemptuously to Feng Qingran.

"Although this old man has robbed our business, girl, are you going too far?"

"Aren't you driving the old man to death? You cut off 100 of his painting worth 95 million yuan at once. How can you bargain like this?"

……

Feng Qingran's icy eyes swept over those who accused her.

Everyone suddenly turned cold and closed their mouths.

Feng Qingran's apricot eyes shone coldly, "[-] low-grade spirit stones, if you want to sell them, I'll buy them, and if you don't, I'll leave."

"Sell." The old man sighed, and handed the painting to Feng Qingran tremblingly, and the others dared not speak any more.

Feng Qingran stretched out her hand as bright as white jade, took the scroll, and gave it to Lingshi.

The others looked at each other in blank dismay, she was really a difficult girl, they had been acting for decades, and they rarely encountered such a difficult person.

Feng Qingran put away the painting, just turned around and took a few steps.

A voice like a nightingale came from behind, "Master, I am the painting I saw in this old man's hand."

There was a flash of light in Feng Qingran's beautiful eyes, it seemed that there were still other people who knew the goods.

But Feng Qingran didn't look back, she continued to move forward.

The woman's voice sounded again, "Old man, I came here an hour ago, you take out that painting and show it to my master."

The old man took out a painting and handed it to the woman.

The woman took the painting, opened it, and showed it to a white-haired old man beside her.

The old man has white hair all over his temples, and a pair of cloudy eyes are not angry and prestige.

If Feng Qingran turned around, she would definitely find that this painting was exactly the same as the one in her hand.

The majestic eyes of the white-haired old man swept across the painting and shook his head, "There is nothing special about Xi Yao's painting, did you read it wrong?"

Luo Xiyao immediately said, "Impossible! Master, I really felt an extremely strange aura in this painting, and that aura is a bit like the Tai Chi array in Master's hand."

The white-haired old man's complexion changed suddenly upon hearing 'Tai Chi'.

Although he seldom uses the Taiji formation disk, Luo Xiyao is his closed disciple, after all, he has seen him use the Taiji formation disk.

Tai Chi's aura is extremely special, and Luo Xiyao is an excellent formation mage, so it should be impossible to admit it wrong.

The white-haired old man was excited, and said again: "Xi Yao, are you sure it's an aura similar to Taiji array?"

"I'm sure, there is an extremely weak Tai Chi aura." Luo Xiyao nodded.

After the white-haired old man got the answer, his eyes flashed with wisdom. He looked at the old man selling paintings and asked, "Is this painting in your hand the one from an hour ago?"

The old painting seller and the others looked at each other, shrewdness flashed across their eyes.

The old painting seller took out a bunch of paintings, "These paintings are all the same, I forgot which one the girl was looking at before."

The white-haired old man looked at the pile of pictures in front of him with a condensed expression.

Anger flashed in Luo Xiyao's eyes, this old painting seller was obviously trying to trick them!

The white-haired old man thought that he and Luo Xiyao had little time left in the black market, and it was impossible to check them one by one, so he decided to buy them all.

"How much do these words add up?" The white-haired old man exuded coercion.

It's a pity that this is a black market. Although the old man who sells paintings is oppressed and overwhelmed, he will not let this big sheep go.

The old man who sold the paintings hunched his back and said in a trembling voice: "A painting costs 100 million low-grade spirit stones, and there are 250 paintings in total. You two bought a lot, and the extra one will be my gift to you. Just give 250 billion low-grade spirit stones."

When Luo Xiyao heard the paintings of the old man selling paintings, her face was full of anger, "One hour ago, you clearly wanted one hundred thousand paintings!?"

A ferocious man stood in front of the old man, "Hey! Girl, buying and selling is voluntary. If you don't want to buy, you can't bully the old man."

The white-haired old man's cloudy eyes flashed coldly.

In the black market, when buying something, if they show even the slightest interest, this group of people will open their mouths.

But under the protection of the rules of the black market, these unscrupulous businessmen will not be punished at all.

The money they get from selling things is to be shared with the people behind the black market.

The people behind the black market are even more happy to see someone being tricked.

Under the umbrella of the black market, businessmen continue to intensify their deception.

Luo Xiyao said angrily: "You guys are really colluding, you are clearly trying to blackmail us!"

"Girl, if you don't want to buy it, leave quickly. I also want to earn more coffin books." The old man who sold the paintings had a shrewd look on his face.

Luo Xiyao's pretty face turned red with anger, and there was a trace of resentment in her eyes.

She has never been so angry!
The white-haired old man patted Luo Xiyao's shoulder with his withered hands, "Xi Yao, the black market has its own rules, don't be angry."

Immediately, the white-haired old man took out a golden token and said to the old man who sold the painting: "The number of spirit stones is too much, I will transfer them to you directly."

The old painting seller took out a black token.

The golden token of the white-haired old man touched the black token, and then a burst of red light flashed.

The old man who sold the paintings took back the token, checked it, and was immediately excited. He had never seen so many spirit stones in his life!
The old man's face was quite ruddy, and the hand holding the token was trembling.

"Hahaha..." The old painting seller laughed wildly, his body seemed to be full of strength, and his stooped waist straightened up.

The white-haired old man put away all the paintings and left with Luo Xiyao.

The white-haired old man had just walked not far away, when he vaguely heard someone say from behind: "You will be old, now you've got it! Hey, the girl who bought one of your paintings for [-] yuan before, really made a profit!"

The white-haired old man stopped walking, his eyes became cold, and this group of people actually hid such important information.

What if the girl bought what he wanted?

The white-haired old man turned around and asked coldly, "Who is the girl who bought a painting before?"

"That girl is dressed in a purple dress. She has a graceful figure, her skin is like nephrite jade, and her appearance is unparalleled in the world. Her almond eyes are exquisite and clear, and her whole body is full of elegance and dignity. In short, she is astonishing as a heavenly man." With a smile on his face, he spoke in great detail.

At the same time, viciousness flashed in the aunt's eyes.

Everyone in the black market is in a state of soul and cannot hide their appearance.

She said so in detail, the two should be able to find Feng Qingran.

Aunt really hoped that these two would fight Feng Qingran!
However, when Luo Xiyao heard the description from the aunt, the jealousy in her eyes almost overflowed, how could there be such a person as the aunt said?

She has seen countless women with outstanding looks, and none of them can gather so many advantages.

"Did she do anything unusual when she bought the painting? Besides her, who else bought his painting today?" The white-haired old man didn't care what the aunt said about her appearance.

He was even more worried that what Feng Qingran bought was the one Luo Xiyao saw earlier.

It is impossible for the old man who sells paintings to change the goods in his hand for no reason.

The aunt looked embarrassed when she heard the white-haired old man's question.

The white-haired old man directly took out a top-grade spirit stone and handed it to the aunt.

The aunt immediately stared greedily at the spirit stone in the old man's hand.

"As long as you tell me the specific news, this spirit stone will belong to you." The white-haired old man's muddy eyes revealed majesty.

"I can tell you more, I know more than her!" A man squeezed in front of the aunt and said excitedly.

"And me, I can tell you that girl's token number!" Another ferocious man rushed forward.

"I can also tell you the direction that girl left."

……

A group of people scrambled forward and squeezed forward, all wanting to get the top-quality spirit stone.

No one noticed, the old painting seller behind them rolled his eyes and fainted to the ground.

The white-haired old man's face was condensed, and he said in a cold voice: "Tell me one by one, for any useful information, you can get a top-quality spirit stone."

Everyone was even more excited when they heard this, and they all wanted to be the first to tell what they knew.

"No matter how crowded you are, no one will have spirit stones!" Luo Xiyao warned.

Everyone can only stop and obediently step forward to tell what they know one by one.

Soon, the useful news was finished.

But there were still more than a dozen people who didn't get the spirit stone, and felt unwilling, so they deliberately repeated the previous words in a different way.

The white-haired old man shook his head, it seemed that he had finished all the useful news.

The white-haired old man took Luo Xiyao, ready to go after Feng Qingran.

After all, it is extremely difficult to find someone in this huge black market.

What's more, he and Luo Xiyao can only stay in the black market for half an hour at most.

One of the thin, monkey-like men rolled his eyes and chased after the two who had already left.

The man came to the side of the white-haired old man and said: "I thought of a detail. Although the girl glanced at the painting casually, she looked at the scroll several times in a row."

The white-haired old man paused slightly, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." The man said firmly.

The white-haired old man took out a top-grade spirit stone and handed it to the man.

"Xi Yao, let's split up to find that girl, but remember, once your token flashes red, you must leave the black market in time." The white-haired old man's voice was full of anxiety.

The drawing of the man reminds the old man.

There are more than 200 identical paintings, if it is true that there is a breath of Tai Chi hidden in the paintings.

It must be that every painting should have Tai Chi breath, and it is impossible for only one painting to be abnormal.

Perhaps at the beginning, the Tai Chi aura that Luo Xiyao sensed was not hidden in the painting, but in the scroll of the painting.

We must take the painting back from the girl before she notices the strangeness of the scroll.

"Master, it's just a scroll of a painting, why bother?" Luo Xiyao asked very puzzled.

"Perhaps the mystery of the painting is in the scroll. Hurry up and find that girl, don't ask so many questions." The white-haired old man said in a dignified tone, not allowing any resistance.

Luo Xiyao didn't dare to ask any more questions, so she separated from the old man and went to look for Feng Qingran.

At this time, Feng Qingran was completely unaware of this.

Feng Qingran left that street as early as when the two were looking for the old man to buy paintings.

Judging by the appearance of those two people, they must recognize the things on the scroll. If she still stays there and waits for someone to make trouble, she is simply a no-brainer.

After Feng Qingran turned a corner and came to another street, the clothes on her body also quietly changed colors.

At this moment, Feng Qingran once again lamented the beauty of the colorful black clothes.

The street where Feng Qingran is at the moment is called Xingbao Street.

It is said that the probability of buying treasures on this street is the highest in the entire black market.

As a result, monks on Xingbao Street crowded shoulder to shoulder, and every stall was crowded.

Feng Qingran decided to stagger with these people, and chose to walk into the shop on the side to have a look.

Just as Feng Qingran turned around and entered the shop, Luo Xiyao followed closely and came to Xingbao Street.

When Luo Xiyao saw the people on the street, impatience flashed in her eyes. With so many people, how did she find them?