If you listen carefully, you can even hear a few outsiders with weird accents. Most of these people look more sinister, and you wouldn't believe it if they didn't have a few lives on their hands.

And they come here mainly to sell stolen goods.

Fan Ming happened to pass by such a small stall set up by an outsider. Do you know what Fan Ming saw at this stall?

An official hat...

Yes, an official hat that seems to be stained with blood looks like it is of high quality!

It really makes people sigh, he is a ruthless person!

Fan Ming left this ruthless man far away.

He continued to walk towards the attic in the center. Of course, as he walked, he would look at the stalls on both sides from time to time to see if there was anything he was interested in, such as aged medicinal materials...

He has been studying alchemy a lot recently.

There is a huge demand for medicinal materials from the previous year.

However, when Fan Ming was looking for medicinal materials, something that was not a medicinal material suddenly attracted his attention.

Fan Ming came to the stall. The stalls were filled with antiques, some of which were stained with mud...

This black market is indeed a black market. If these things were sold openly, the stall owner would be beheaded several times.

Fan Ming didn't have any moral obsession. He picked up a clay pot stained with mud and pretended to be very interested in it.

The stall owner was a somewhat sly person. Seeing Fan Ming's interest, a smile immediately appeared on his face, "Your Majesty, you have a good eye. This is an old item from the Jin Dynasty, something handed down from my ancestors..."

"..." Fan Ming was silent. He couldn't tell whether he was telling the truth or a lie. The Jin Dynasty was a dynasty before Daqing and perished for nearly four hundred years.

It is not impossible for this person to say that it was passed down from his ancestors, but the way it was passed down may be more "special", for example, he dug his own ancestral grave...

Fan Ming silently put the pot down, then looked at other things on the stall, and finally pretended to casually pick up the thing that attracted his attention.

When the stall owner saw Fan Ming looking left and right, he seemed to be just looking casually and had no intention of making a deal, so his initial enthusiasm also subsided.

"Stall owner, how much does this cost?"

Facing Fan Ming's inquiry, the stall owner just casually glanced at what he picked up, and then casually reported: "Eighty Wen."

Fan Ming suppressed his excitement, and then raised the price quietly.

The stall owner really couldn't stand wrangling over something worth less than a hundred cents, "Fifty is fifty, take it away quickly, take it away!"

After Fan Ming paid the money, the stall owner muttered in a low voice: "Just a piece of jade with such poor quality is worth wasting so much saliva..."

Hearing this, Fan Ming smiled in his heart. This was not some broken jade stone. If he hadn't misjudged it, it should have been a "spiritual stone".

Fan Ming doesn't know much about this thing. At present, he only knows that it is a consumable material used to assist cultivation, and it also has currency properties. It can be said to be the only common currency for immortal cultivators in transactions. No matter where they are, they

Recognize the spirit stone.

The reason why he could recognize it was because he had seen similar things in Qingqiu Yinlan's place. The woman wanted to give him some as a gift, but Fan Ming sternly refused.

Are you kidding, is Fan Ming like that?

As a dignified and upright man, wouldn’t he rely on his own hands to achieve what he wants?

Even if he, Fan Ming, starves to death and dies outside, he will not take a bite of "soft rice" from anyone!

Fan Ming remembered the scene when the woman said she wanted to give him a spiritual stone, and he couldn't help but snorted, and then put away what seemed to be a spiritual stone.

Fan Ming is 99% sure that this thing is a spirit stone, because not only does it look very similar, but he can sense the presence of spirit inside it as soon as he gets it.

But he didn't know how to use it, so he planned to ask Qingqiu Yinlan after he returned.

After "picking up" this spiritual stone, Fan Ming also discovered some medicinal materials from previous years. As long as they were within his budget, he took them all.

Finally he stepped into the attic in the center of the black city.

This is a place where auctions are held. It is impossible to say how formal it is. After all, it is something created by a vicious gang.

But such an irregular place was the only place Fan Ming could find in such a large "black market" where he could safely sell the book "Eight Desolations without Self".

But he didn’t come here to consign the auction...

Fan Ming walked to the counter, and before he could open his mouth, the woman in charge of the reception said very formally: "Are you going to participate in the auction, or are you consigning it to the auction?"

Fan Ming did not answer, but took out a note from his arms.

The woman took the note. After she saw the words on the note, her face instantly became confused. She looked at the note and then at Fan Ming, and then whispered: "This distinguished guest, this is

I can’t make the final decision, so please come here.”

After saying that, she took Fan Ming into a room.

There is a middle-aged man with a calm face in the room at the moment, who is writing something at his desk.

The receptionist woman walked up to the middle-aged man's ear, lowered her head and whispered something, and the latter suddenly stopped writing...

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The woman poured a cup of tea into each of the teacups in front of them, then leaned away and left.

Suddenly there were only two people left in the room.

Fan Ming didn't touch the tea in front of him, and just sat calmly.

The middle-aged man on the other side took a sip of tea and introduced himself: "I, Geng Yanping, am the shopkeeper of this auction pavilion. Do you know the name of the guest?"

Fan Ming deliberately replied in a rough voice: "The surname is Wang!"

Shopkeeper Geng, who had met many people when he changed his voice so deliberately, could recognize it immediately, but he didn't take it seriously at all, because this situation is too common.

Since the other party is unwilling to reveal his appearance and voice, he will not investigate in detail.

As long as what the other party holds is real, everything else is secondary.

Shopkeeper Geng smiled and said politely: "I didn't know that a distinguished guest is here today, so please forgive me for not being polite!"

Fan Ming shook his head slightly, pretending to be a man of few words.

Shopkeeper Geng put away his smile and put on a serious expression as if he was officially starting negotiations, "I heard that your distinguished guest has a top-notch internal boxing technique that he wants to sell directly to our auction pavilion. I don't know if this is true."<

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Fan Ming nodded, "Yes."

Hearing Fan Ming's affirmative answer, Shopkeeper Geng couldn't help but twitch his Adam's apple, "I wonder if you can let me check it out."

Fan Ming didn't hesitate much and took out the "Eight Desolations without Self".

As soon as Shopkeeper Geng got it, he immediately started reading it very carefully and carefully...
Chapter completed!