Chapter 43 Black Market Taobao

Lin Jian left the square of the test and continued to walk forward with Sun Xiaohou. By the way, he became familiar with the environment.

After moving forward for a while, Lin Jian found that there were more and more people around him. After leaving the square of the test, Lin Jian did not meet many people along the way, but at this moment, more and more people gathered around him.

Coming from all directions, some are moving forward and some are going back. The more you move forward, the denser the shadows will be. At a glance, the flow of people is surging, and the voices are boiling, so lively.

Compared with the comparison square, its lively level is still better. Lin Jian was puzzled and continued to move forward, and his vision gradually broadened.

He walked into a place that looks like a city. The environment inside is like the streets in the city. There are small stalls on both sides, but it is not food sold in mortal towns. There are all kinds of things on the stalls, but most of them are strange.

For example, colorful fur, skin and flesh, the armor of beasts and monsters, all kinds of strange flowers and plants, and all kinds of incomplete or strange weapons.

In a word, there are all kinds of miscellaneous utensils and plants.

Throughout the whole audience, there was endless bargaining, noise and noise, and the foam of competition was flying, and the saliva was splashed everywhere. There was no spirit of the practitioner at all, just like a shrew scolding the street, like a vegetable market in the town.

The more Lin Jian looked at it, the more strange it became. He had never thought that there would be a trading place like a vegetable market in Lingxiangzong.

"Where is this place?" Lin Jian asked in a low voice to Sun Xiaohou, who was around him. It was convenient to have a free guide.

"Brother Lin Jian, this is a famous black market in the inner gate." Sun Xiaohou replied in a hurry and cringe.

"Black market?" Lin Jian was stunned.

"The black market is a place where disciples trade spontaneously and completely autonomously. People who set up stalls on both sides are not businessmen, but actually disciples of the inner door. Most of their items are obtained by doing missions in the forest and mountains of the inner gate, taking risks in dangerous places at the inner gate, or when doing missions outside. There are all kinds of rare grass, animal skin and hair, demon core elixirs and so on in the black market. Of course, most of them are sundries, and most of them can't catch up with the things of various institutions of the sect, and there are not many natural treasures and rare treasures. Sun Xiaohou explained.

"How can there be so many people here on the black market?"

"Because in a large number of debris, sometimes good luck may be able to find real treasures. Although the probability is less than 1%, this kind of treasure hunting is enough to attract many disciples to come to Taobao." Sun Xiaohou then replied.

"Oh? So it is..." Hearing Sun Xiaohou's explanation, Lin Jian also thought about Taobao in the black market. Although the probability of getting a treasure is less than 1%, at least there is still hope. Everyone will think that they are less than 1% of the chance. Even if they fail again and again, they will still stubbornly think that this time will work!

The result is that there are countless this time•••

Naturally, Lin Jian can't avoid it. He also raised this kind of mind, which is like the lottery on earth. Obviously, the probability of winning the prize is extremely low, but there are still countless people flocking to it, because everyone hopes to win the prize. This is a very common psychology, and Lin Jian is not spared.

In this way, Lin Jian began to wander around the black market with a try. He glanced sharply at each passing stall. As long as he had a feeling, he would go up and look carefully. Taobao has the feeling of relying entirely on this kind of thing.

Anyway, there are still more than 10,000 blood crystals in his storage bag, and the ten-square-meter storage bags are about to be filled with these blood crystals. He is worried about the place where he has not spent. In short, he is not short of money now.

Although Sun Xiaohou and Zhao Lei reluctantly continued to follow Lin Jian's buttocks, they could only swallow their bitter faces and look around behind Lin Jian's buttocks.

Time passed bit by bit, and Lin Jian, who was looking for nothing, suddenly lit up, and the remnants of the corners of his eyes glanced at a mutilated blade. His intuition told him that this mutilated blade was worth looking forward, and maybe there might be an unexpected gain.

Lin Jian squeezed through the crowd and walked to the stall. He was not in a hurry to pick up the truncated blade, and didn't even pay any attention to the broken blade. No one could feel that Lin Jian walked to the stall because of the truncated blade.

Even if Sun Xiaohou and the two next to them did not notice any abnormality, they were still wondering why Lin Jian suddenly walked to this stall.

"What does this brother want to buy?" When the stall owner saw a guest coming, he immediately greeted Lin Jian with a smile.

The stall owner is an older person in his thirties, with an ordinary appearance and a bad face. As for cultivation, according to Lin Jian, it should be the early stage of Yuanli.

Although it is the early stage of Yuanli, after all, the person in front of him belongs to the older type, which proves that this person's talent is not good. At such an old age, it can basically be said that this person's achievements have stopped here. Although he is much older than Lin Jian, he is a disciple of the inner family, so he calls Lin Jian his younger brother.

"I'll just take a look." Lin Jian said faintly. While talking, his eyes were searching on the stall from time to time, and then stretched out his hand and looked at all kinds of items, as if he were still looking for treasure.

During the period, he also asked about several items with great interest, but he didn't buy them because he was not satisfied with the price. Of course, these are all deliberately pretended by Lin Jian. His purpose is only to cut the blade, so how can he buy anything else?

At this time, Lin Jian inadvertently picked up the broken blade and did not show any excitement, not even a trace of surprise. His face was still ordinary. Just like when he just took something to ask the stall owner about the price, he seemed to ask casually, "I don't know what the value of this broken blade is?"

If Lin Jian shows great interest and excitement, he will definitely be found by the stall owner that something is wrong. At that time, the stall owner may not be aware of the unusual place because of his excessive reaction, and once he shows full interest in goods when buying things, he is bound to be cheated by a lot of money. Although Lin Jian is not short of money, he is not an upstart. If he can save, he will naturally save.

Because of the front xi deliberately installed by Lin Jian before, now Lin Jian picks up the broken blade to ask for the price, which is not obvious at all. On the contrary, it is naturally, and there is nothing suspicious.

"My brother is really good-sighted." The stall owner's first sentence is the same as the previous times, which is simply his mantra of selling things, "This broken blade is not simple. I went to the mountain with my friends a few days ago, during which I experienced several life-and-death crises, not to mention how difficult the process was. That is to say, although this broken blade is a broken weapon, there is an ancient smell all over the body, and the blade is engraved with several runes that I can't even understand. The stall owner quickly introduced it vividly.

In fact, Lin Jian also noticed that this broken blade is very short, at most half a foot long, but it can make people feel an ancient atmosphere, vicissitudes of life, ancient meaning, and engraved with several ancient runes.

But it can't play any role. It can't be of any use except for looking older, but his intuition tells Lin Jian that this broken blade is not as simple as it seems.

"Brother, tell me the specific price." Lin Jian said directly.

"Five hundred blood crystals!" The stall owner was also unambiguous, stretching out five fingers and squishing.

"500? Is it worth 500 to break the weapon like this?

"Hey, brother, I'm not cheating you. Although this broken blade is only a mutilated weapon, it is better than its age. These days, the older it is, the more valuable it is. This broken blade is absolutely worth 500 blood crystals." The stall owner patted his chest and said solemnly.

"What do you two think?" Lin Jian frowned slightly and looked at the Sun Xiaohou next to him.

Sun Xiaohou was originally a little smart person, but how could he not hear Lin Jian's voice, so he followed Lin Jian's meaning and interrupted, "Brother, even so, who can determine the specific age of its existence of this broken blade? Although the older things are, the more valuable they are, at least there should be specific years. We can only intuitively feel that this broken blade has a certain age, and no one can give a specific time. Moreover, this broken blade is almost useless except for its age. It is neither sharp nor has any special power. A three-grade elixir is not worth 500 blood crystals. Do you think this broken blade is more precious than the elixir? Sun Xiaohou is also a master of bargaining. He speaks in an orderly manner and speaks well.

The stall owner was still speechless.

Lin Jian deliberately locked his eyebrows and looked hesitant. "Brother, I'm sincerely here to buy your things. You can't cheat me too much." In his previous life, as a killer, he also dealt with those unscrupulous businessmen, and only the upstarts would be happy to be wronged.

"Four hundred blood crystals, this is the highest price I can give. If my brother doesn't want to, I can only go to another house."

As a stall owner selling things, the more pit he is, the better it is. It's better to meet a big head. However, if he meets a shrewd person like Lin Jian, he can only admit his bad luck. He has studied this broken blade countless times and hasn't found any secrets, and no one has bought it on the stall. Today, someone finally wants it, but he doesn't want to waste it. And he also made a lot of 400 blood crystals.

After thinking about it, after a strong ideological struggle, the stall owner finally compromised.

But just as he was about to reply, a slightly harsh voice suddenly came: "I have a thousand blood crystals!"

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