Chapter 282 Lower Seat

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He opened the dark curtain. As soon as he stepped into the secret market, Zhou Xing felt his head sinking. Then he was surprised to find that his consciousness could not get out of his body and was completely bound by his body.

The bald man turned his head and smiled, "In this secret city, there is a forbidden array of divine consciousness. Even the Jindan monk will be affected, in case someone secretly attacks others with divine consciousness."

Zhou Xing nodded. His understanding was not bad, and he could understand at one point. If there is no divine consciousness, if he covers his face with a hat like him, outsiders can't see his appearance with his eyes. But somehow, under the eyes of this bald man, he still felt that the hat existed in name and could not hinder his eyes.

After the dark curtain, there is a circular passage that is several people wide and several feet deep. There is a relatively blurred light in front of it, which can't be seen. Zhou Xing continued to walk inward with the bald man, stepped out of the passage, and his eyes lit up.

What is in front of him is not the stalls with shops or practitioners as he imagined, but rich and luxurious, like the attic of the palace hall.

Zhou Xing doesn't know what the palace hall looks like, but there are three stories high in this secret city, surrounded by a platform made entirely of crystals in the middle. On the platform, at the top of the attic, there are hanging night pearls that emit soft light, with strange treasures, which are glorious and touching. The floor was covered with a purple carpet made of monster fur, and I felt comfortable when I stepped on it.

In the breath, there was a strange fragrance of sandalwood, which contained a touch of refreshing breath. After smelling it, Zhou Xing was surprised to feel that his cultivation realm was a trace of more stable.

"Even the palace hall, it's not as good as here." This attic is not small, occupying almost dozens of ordinary houses. Zhou Xing looked up and found that in the attic on the third floor, there were many maids dressed in beautiful clothes holding tea and fruits on each floor. There seemed to be many small compartments above. The higher the upper level, the fewer compartments there were. Zhou Xing faintly noticed that the man he saw in the city, the Jindan monk, was sitting on the second floor.

Each compartment looks a little hazy. You can see the people in it, but it doesn't seem to be real. The monks in the lower level are obviously much more than those in the upper level.

Zhou Xing roughly estimates that there are more than 30 monks on the first floor, while there are much fewer monks on the second floor, seven. From the position of sitting, the first floor is many late foundation-building monks. And the Jindan monk can go up to the second floor.

Zhou Xing looked up slightly. On the third floor, there were only two people at this time. He muttered secretly, but he did not use the magic vision. After all, he was found by the Jindan monk once. If he made those old monsters unhappy, he would get into trouble in vain. And there was a strange Jindan monk around him, and Zhou Xing was more cautious.

"This secret market is open once a month. It's just the right time for you to come. Wait a minute, these monks will put forward the items they need in turn, and take out the items for exchange. Generally speaking, the higher price will get. If you need items and things you want to exchange, you can also say it. In the end, this secret market will also take out some good treasures for auction. If you like it, don't miss it." The bald man said with a faint smile that most of his eyes were still on Zhou Xing, and more on Zhou Xing's Dantian part.

"Thank you for solving the puzzle." Zhou Xingdao, it is not strange that the tone of the bald man is strange. He can't guess the bald man's mind, and from his cultivation, no matter how he guesses, there is nothing he can do. However, he was careful and had been preparing the silver ball, and Zhenyuan was in an excited state at any time to make Tianyun's robe defend. Zhou Xing has calculated the most suitable way to escape in his mind, but in front of this Jindan monk, the probability is not high. In addition, it is also worth taking a risk in order to enter the secret city to find Dan.

The bald man looked at Zhou Xing, his eyes were like a deep starry sky, and said to himself in his heart, "He has the smell of ten thousand seas in Dantian, and the wooden beads. The bright moon fairy sent him the string to cover up the breath, but I have a blood connection with all the seas, but I can't hide it from me. He is not very old. It seems that he is likely to be an inherited disciple of Wanhai.

At this time, a graceful waitress stepped forward and bowed respectfully to the bald man and Zhou Xing. Her voice was as crisp as an thorn: "Two seniors, please take a seat."

This waitress's cultivation is actually in the middle level of practicing qi!

"Yuchen, come upstairs with me." The bald man whispered and walked upstairs.

Zhou Xing was a little hesitant. The person upstairs was obviously above the cultivation of Jindan before he could go up. If he followed him, he would definitely become an eye-catching object. The cultivation of the people here was extremely high. He didn't want to be remembered. He thought for a moment and said, "Senior, I can do it on the first floor."

The bald man smiled and said gently, "Well, I'll accompany you down there."

Hearing the words, Zhou Xing was not happy and shocked. His face hidden under the bucket hat changed slightly and thought to himself, "Does he want to imprison me for fear that I will suddenly run away?" In his mind, Zhou Xing was walking towards an empty compartment on the first floor with the bald man. The maid walked aside respectfully. After the two sat down, she turned over and took out the tea and fruit. There was a trace of aura floating on it, which was all extraordinary.

Zhou Xing thought that such a handwriting, the person who decorates the secret market, is really too wasteful.

After sitting down, Zhou Xing looked at the rest of the compartments. Many people covered their faces like him. Presumably they were afraid that the money would be exposed and cause trouble.

"Yuchen, what sect are you in now?" The bald man sat on one side and did not use the spiritual tea and fruit. His eyes were always kind and smiling.

Zhou Xing was in his heart and secretly said whether this man was thinking about himself. He replied, "The younger generation is a disciple of the Yu Liang School."