Became Queen from Douluo

Although there were some strange things mixed in among the crowd, this did not affect the enthusiasm of the little monsters for purchasing.

The entire market looks a bit disorganized, but it is divided into various areas according to the things sold. There are those selling elixirs, products produced by soul beasts, and those selling themselves.

There are also people selling garbage.

This garbage is not really garbage, but what you can buy depends on your personal taste, and you might be able to find something valuable.

Of course, this probability is probably 1% or less.

But, the little monsters don't have much money, and it's useless to buy all those things. They might as well try their luck, maybe they can encounter something good.

"Boss, how do you sell that?" Just as Leng Xiyao was about to activate her perception skills to see if she could pick up the leaks, Tang San picked up a piece of ore from a stall nearby and asked expressionlessly.

The stall owner raised his eyes and said, "That one? Top-grade iron mother, five hundred gold soul coins per piece."

Hearing this, Tang San put it back angrily. He originally thought he could get some bargains here, but now it seems that the owners of these stalls are not ignorant people. As a result, it is difficult to find something here. Like ascending to heaven.

Just like this piece of iron, it looks similar to scrap metal. If you don't have some eyesight, you won't be able to tell it.

Seeing that Tang San was defeated, Leng Xiyao directly activated her Insect King Sense, but this time, she not only scanned the goods, but also scanned the stall owners.

"WDNMD, there aren't even people below level [-]?" Leng Xiyao was speechless. The people who set up stalls here are all real people. The strength of the soul master does not seem to be high, but it is already much higher than ordinary people. Yes, even in the army, he is like a squad leader.

Doesn't this mean that she can't pick it up at all?

After finally going shopping, it would be unreasonable if I couldn't pick up some and miss them, so Leng Xiyao wandered around with the little monsters while scanning the surrounding treasures.

After scanning, the system's voice rang suddenly: "Ding! Congratulations to the host for discovering the demigod-level treasure: [Demon Essence], which can be used as one of the materials to synthesize the second martial soul!"

"Huh? What is that?" Leng Xiyao was a little confused. She had obviously never heard of this material, but when she heard that this thing could be synthesized into a second martial spirit, she immediately became energetic.

Seeing that the system did not continue, Leng Xiyao knew that she had to collect this thing in order to learn more about the synthetic martial soul.

After stopping and carefully sensing the stalls around her, she quickly located her target stall.

The stall owner was a man wrapped tightly in black. There was nothing else on his stall, just a small piece of ore placed on it. The evil aura exuding made passers-by avoid him. Walk around the stalls.

Leng Xiyao tried scanning the stall owner, but the results she got were jaw-dropping.

She couldn't even scan the black-robed man's strength.

You know, she can clearly sense the strength of Flanders and Zhao Wuji, and doesn't this mean that this man in black robe is at least a Contra?

"Xiyao, what are you looking at?" Seeing Leng Xiyao stop moving forward, Xiao Wu asked strangely.

Leng Xiyao frowned and said, "It's nothing. You can continue shopping first. I have something to deal with."

This demon essence looks quite evil. It is probably an object used by evil soul masters in Douluo Continent. If she wants to trade it, the fewer people who know about it, the better.

"Okay, let's meet at the city gate in a while. I guess the fat man will be here soon. We can't do it without him for lunch later." After listening to Leng Xiyao's words, Dai Mubai, as a 'tour guide', had no objections. New arrangements were quickly made.

"Okay, Menglan, you can go with them." Leng Xiyao thought for a while, it would be better not to take Qin Menglan with her for this kind of thing. After all, those who can hold that kind of thing may not be a good person.

Qin Menglan nodded obediently, followed the little monsters without saying anything.

After they walked away, Leng Xiyao walked up to the black-robed man's stall pretending to be casual, picked up the piece of magic essence, and asked as if unintentionally: "Boss, how much does this cost?"

As he spoke, Leng Xiyao looked at the man in black robe. Unfortunately, the man in black robe wore a mask that looked like a ghost face, but it could still be seen from the other's palms that looked like rotten wood that he was an old man.

"This thing? You can only give it away, not sell it." The hoarse voice came from the mouth of the old man in black robe, and the strange tone gave Leng Xiyao goosebumps.

"Only as a gift or not for sale? Old man, what kind of person are you going to give it to?" Thinking that the other party might be a Contra above level [-], Leng Xiyao stopped pretending and stared straight at Hei The mask of the old man.

"This thing... of course is to be given to the destined person, but little girl, I have put it here for several days, and you are the first to ask." The old man in black robe took back the ore and kept asking about it. Rubbing his hands, he then raised his head, looked directly at Leng Xiyao's pretty face, and said calmly:

"So, you're finally here?"

Leng Xiyao was a little speechless. This old man looked like an old Riddler. Isn't it better to just say something?

Based on the other party's mysterious demeanor and very low-key behavior, Leng Xiyao probably guessed the other party's identity.

He is probably a senior member of an evil soul master organization.

Nowadays, the organization of evil soul masters has been hit by Wuhun Palace. There is almost no evil soul master visible on the surface, but secretly... it is hard to say how many there are.

"...I don't know if I am the one you say is destined, but this thing is of great help to me. If you are willing to give it to me, I can...well, I don't know what I can do. ." Leng Xiyao was a little frightened. She had always been fearless. She was very afraid of things like evil soul masters. Being associated with this group of scourges was no joke.

"You have an extremely evil aura about you, but you don't seem to want to make yourself evil."

"For some reason, the people from Wuhun Palace didn't capture you and let you wander in the light with a body of darkness. This is really interesting..." The man in black robe was surprised, which made Leng Xiyao a little confused. .

Her Zerg mark is indeed relatively evil, but neither the functions she displays nor the application of her psychic powers have anything to do with evil. Even the activation of her martial soul during battle is extremely inconspicuous, so no one cares about her. The martial spirit is not evil anymore.

How did the old man figure it out?

"Take it." After looking at it carefully, the old man waved his hand and threw the ore in his hand to Leng Xiyao.

"This... old man, no reward for no work, what do you need me to do?" Leng Xiyao took the ore, a little baffled by the behavior of the old man in black robe, always feeling that the other party had some deep meaning.

Such a valuable thing, a strong Contra or above would definitely know its value, but he still gave it to her so casually. If she accepted it directly, Leng Xiyao's conscience would be a little uneasy.

"I don't need you to do anything, and you can't help me with anything now, but you need to remember one thing - you have an extremely strong dark aura, which can be seen as long as you reach the level of Titled Douluo, so you must do it in the future Proceed with caution.”

The old man in black robe stood up, looked at Leng Xiyao and said something of unknown meaning.

Then, his figure suddenly began to disappear, and suddenly turned into a burst of dust, but there was no trace of anything left behind, as if he had never been there before.

"I'll give you the title of Evernight, little girl. We'll meet again in a few years..."

Although the figure has dissipated, the old man's words are still left in the air. The scary thing is that although people are coming and going around, no one seems to notice it. No one hears the old man's message, let alone... .

Realizing that a large living person has disappeared.