Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Mo Jinghong took Feng Qingran to a slightly dilapidated shop.

The two walked into the store. The shopkeeper was calculating the abacus at the counter. When he saw someone coming in, he just glanced at it and continued to calculate the accounts.

Feng Qingran felt a little strange. All the items sold in the store were first-grade magic weapons.

There are many shops that sell magic weapons like this, but there are none that only sell low-level magic weapons.

Moreover, many of the magical instruments in this store are covered with dust, which shows that the owner does not care much about them.

I saw Mo Jinghong walking up to the counter and tapping his slender fingers three times on the counter regularly.

The shopkeeper raised his head, glanced at the two of them, took out two wooden plaques and placed them on the counter, "Each person is a top-quality spiritual stone."

Mo Jinghong took out two spiritual stones and placed them on the case. He picked up the token and placed one of them in Ru Feng Qingran's hand.

The boss put away the spirit stone and said calmly: "You can't go in for more than three hours at a time, and you can only go in twice in a month."

"You can buy and sell freely after entering. Our store does not bear the risk of buying and selling. In addition, the use of spiritual power is prohibited inside. Once spiritual power is used, law enforcement will appear, the wooden signs will be destroyed, and the black market will be expelled."

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he snapped his fingers, and a side door appeared not far away, "Go in."

Feng Qingran looked at the token in his hand. No wonder a wooden token was so expensive. It turned out that this thing was a black market pass.

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The two walked into the door and saw a teleportation array.

"The teleportation array can only teleport one person at a time. Junior sister should go in first." Mo Jinghong said softly.

Feng Qingran obediently put the token up, and a white light flashed before her eyes. She was on a busy street, with people setting up stalls on both sides of the street.

Someone saw her suddenly appearing, and they seemed not surprised, and warmly greeted her to come and buy something.

Feng Qingran ignored it and waited there for a while, not seeing Mo Jinghong's figure.

"Little girl, are you waiting for someone?" the stall owner on the side asked with a smile.

Feng Qingran did not answer his question. She walked to his stall and looked at some strange-shaped stones placed on it.

Feng Qingran asked cautiously: "Can you pick it up and take a look?"

She was afraid of meeting the kind of stall owner who would buy something just by touching it.

"Yes, buying and selling is voluntary, and there will never be forced buying or selling." The stall owner's attitude was very good.

Feng Qingran stretched out her hand and was about to pick up a white stone when a voice came in her mind, "Master, the third black stone on the right."

Feng Qingran did not go to get the black stone, but still chose to pick up the white stone and check it out.

"Master, that black stone is a dragon bone, buy it quickly!" the elf said excitedly.

Feng Qingran's eyes flashed slightly, the dragon clan disappeared from the Nine Provinces Continent hundreds of millions of years ago, and subsequent cultivators have never seen dragons on the continent again.

After being contracted by Su Yanran, one of the few divine beasts in the original work, Soaring Snake, needed a dragon bone to evolve into a super divine beast.

Su Yanran searched all the secret realms and small worlds, but could not find anything related to dragons.

What does this sudden appearance of the keel portend?

"Where did this stone come from?" Feng Qingran asked casually, playing with the white stone.

"I brought this from a secret place. Although I don't see anything special about the stone, it is definitely not a mortal thing. Otherwise, it would be possible to enter this black market." The stall owner's eyes flashed with light.

This little girl looks like she has entered the black market for the first time. Anyone familiar with Blackstone knows that when buying something, you don’t ask where it came from.

Feng Qingran put down the white stone and picked up the black stone casually.

The elf's voice came again, "Master, there are not only dragon bones, but also a piece of ten-thousand-year black iron! It's the brown stone on your right."

"Master, buy it quickly. What if someone robs it from you later?"

The elf's voice was somewhat urgent, but Feng Qingran remained calm and looked at each stone carefully.

"Yuanbao, when you encounter a treasure, you must be calm. The more you want to buy something, the more you have to pretend not to care, otherwise the duck you get will fly away."

As for the worry about Yuan Bao being robbed, this problem does not exist!

The rules of the black market are that as long as she doesn't say she won't sell it, no one else can buy it before her.

Feng Qingran looked at each stone slowly, deliberately showing a lack of interest.

"Has your guest taken a fancy to it?" the stall owner said with a smile on his face.

"Apart from the good looks, there is nothing special about it." Feng Qingran glanced at the small stall, "Why don't you sell this stall to me? I want to wait for my friends here."

"Girl, don't be ridiculous, my stall is much more expensive than these stones." The stall owner shook his head in disbelief.

"How many spirit stones?!" Feng Qingran asked.

The stall owner compared three.

Feng Qingran said cheerfully: "Three top-quality spiritual stones, deal is done."

The stall owner swallowed, and couldn't hide the smile on his face. He originally wanted to say three hundred pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones.

As a result, I didn't expect Feng Qingran to be so generous, and the amount doubled tenfold in one move.

If Feng Qingran could hear what he was thinking, she would definitely tell him that she only had the best spiritual stone in her hand.

The stall owner naturally didn't know about this. He took Feng Qingran's spirit stone with a smile and stood up, "Everything in this stall is given to the girl."

"Thank you very much, stall owner. I will wait for my friend here. The stall owner can leave on his own." Feng Qingran waved his hand casually and put the stones into the space.

The stall owner touched the spirit stone in his hand, feeling the rich spiritual energy in the spirit stone, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Such pure spiritual energy is probably close to the heavenly level. Most people keep this kind of spiritual stone for cultivation, but are reluctant to trade it.

This girl's journey must not be simple!