The place where Mo Jiuxiao wants to take Luo An'an is indeed not ordinary, but a black market in the immortal cultivation world once every few years. The last time Mo Jiuxiao followed someone to see it, Luo An'an hadn't smashed into the immortal cultivation realm at that time.

The black market, as the name suggests, is that the people and things in it are things that cannot be seen. It is often jokingly called a major tumor in the world of cultivating immortals. But jokes are jokes, no matter how many things in it are not visible, people in the immortal cultivation world still rush to pass. What's even more interesting is that the location of the black market is actually near the Tianmen Sect. No one found it unreasonable, and even other forces acquiesced in the matter.

To put it bluntly, it's just another deal. Most of the people in the black market were frantically hunted down in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and they came to the vicinity of the Tianmen Sect just to seek a refuge. Only the Tianmen Sect where Jin Hao Immortal Venerable is in charge can make other people who are eyeing him dare not make a mistake. Otherwise, if there is a black food in the black market, none of them, who lick the blood on the tip of the knife, will survive.

As a condition for asylum, they were willing to give priority to trading what the Heavenly Gate Sect had a crush on. These eventually became an unspoken rule.

There may be a little more people coming to the black market this time than the people who went to the Tongcheng auction before, but Mo Jiuxiao still does not hide his identity. Without him, the person who dares to make a move against the disciples of Jinhao Immortal Venerable at the gate of the Tianmen Sect may not have been born yet!

Luo An'an slept lazily for a long time, and was not gently woken up by the shovel officer until he arrived at the place. An Baobao jumped when he opened his eyes, why are there so many people?

It's not much, the people of the three sects and the nine streams are all mixed here, and there is a very bad smell mixed in the air. Mo Jiuxiao protected An Baobao's squeamish little nose before the little thing opened his question.

The fat fox moved his beard and said in surprise: "Where is Jiuqing?"

"Black market. ”

Mo Jiuxiao took the fox off his shoulders and held it firmly in his arms: "Don't run around for a while, it's very chaotic here, maybe some people with bad hearts will kidnap you." ”

An Baobao puffed up his little chest: "The baby is not a child, don't lie to me." ”

Mo Jiuxiao saw that the intimidation could not succeed, so he had to change his way, "If you don't like it, just run, I don't want you if it stinks." ”

Luo An shrank her head and finally stopped talking. But she couldn't hold back for two seconds, and she scratched the sleeve of the shovel officer dishonestly, and asked softly: "Jiuqing, can the baby buy things for a while?"

Mo Jiuxiao rubbed a few handfuls of fox heads: "Otherwise, what are we going to do, of course we have to buy something." ”

Luo Anan didn't forget the chicken thief and added, "You dig out the spirit stone." ”

Fortune Fox. Mo Jiuxiao looked up at the front, the black market had not yet opened at this time, and most of the monks were standing at the door waiting for dark. Very few of the people present showed their faces, most of them wore cloaks and masks, and the uneasy monks even ate an extra Transept Pill.

And a person like Mo Jiuxiao revealed his identity openly, which naturally attracted a lot of attention. Feeling that many divine senses fell on him, Mo Jiuxiao's face turned cold, and those divine senses immediately disappeared without a trace.

Seeing that the sky was gradually darkening, the lights began to light up in the small town. With a "bang", the barrier on the outside of the black market gradually disappeared, revealing its dark interior. When the monks saw this, they all flew in. Mo Jiuxiao protected the fox, and also put on a cloak to hold the fox in his arms.

"Pill, Huiyang Pill, if you want it, you can exchange it for a spiritual weapon!"

"Eighth-order spirit plant, hurry up if you want to bid!"

The black market was bustling with the sounds of bidding.