National Magician: I Am The Only Immortal Cultivator

Ye Feng had a sneer on his face after he finished speaking, he had seen too many such things in his life.

Zi Ling fell into deep thought when she heard the words, but when she wanted to refute, she found that Ye Feng had already fallen asleep.

"Aunt Qin is right, you are such an interesting person."

Zi Ling fell asleep looking at Ye Feng's profile.

Early the next morning, when Zi Ling opened her eyes, she found that Ye Feng was not on the bed.

"Where are people?"

Confused, Zi Ling went out to ask Ye Xueying who also just woke up.

However, she didn't know, and she was very shocked.

"Usually my brother hardly gets up before ten o'clock, but today he got up so early and went out before seven o'clock. This is really a strange thing."

Ye Xueying was a little confused, but soon, when she saw Zi Ling on the floor of Ye Feng's bedroom, she instantly understood everything.

"Smelly old man!"

After thinking about it for a long time, the reason why my elder brother got up so early today was because he was afraid that he would cut him knowing that Zi Ling lived on the ground last night.

And is that really the case?

It really is.

Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief after leaving home, and he will go back when his cousin's anger is almost gone.

The morning market in Pengcheng is very lively, and Ye Feng seldom comes here.

The morning market sells a lot of things. In addition to breakfast, there are all kinds of handicrafts, and you can even see magic tools.

It's just that most of these magic weapons are fake, or they are disabled.

It is rare to see complete ones, and they are all tasteless, or the price is very expensive, higher than the market price.

"Huh? Brother Feng!"

Suddenly a familiar and flat voice came from behind, and Ye Feng knew who the owner of the voice was without turning his head.

"Mubai didn't sleep in the morning, why did you come to the morning market?"

"Brother Feng, don't tell me you don't know about the black market in Pengcheng."

"black market?"

Ye Feng turned his head to look at Li Mubai who had put his arm on his shoulders. He had lived in Pengcheng for so many years and had never heard of a place like the black market.

"Brother Feng, you really don't know about the black market! The Pengcheng black market is open in the morning and evening, from five to eight in the morning, and then from twelve to two in the middle of the night.

The black market at night is all about fooling laymen. Only the black market in the morning has good things, and many of them are good things that are not allowed to circulate in the market, and some rare monster materials are even available. "

"So there are good things you want in the black market?"

"That's not true, mainly..."

Li Mubai put his mouth next to Ye Feng's ear and whispered, "Nie Xinyi, the black market, will be here this morning, you know what I mean."

Ye Feng:......

6!

"I understand. You are no longer in love with dogs or licking dogs. You have already sublimated."

Ye Feng gave a thumbs up, such ironic words became a compliment in Li Mubai's ears, he held his head high and looked very proud.

Ye Feng was speechless.

Under the leadership of Li Mubai, they came to a relatively remote shop street in the morning market.

Li Mubai took Ye Feng into a random store and found the entrance to the black market. Soon after, he came to a large underground trading market that was transformed from an abandoned air-raid shelter underground.

There are many shops here, and there are a variety of things sold in them, and as Li Mubai said, the things here are almost all kinds of things that are not easy to buy in the market.

However, although there are many things here, there is really nothing that makes Ye Feng's heart beat...

Shit!

Li Mubai turned his head, Ye Feng was gone.

After searching for a long time, he found that Ye Feng was squatting in front of a stall, staring at the dazzling array of magic cards on the stall.

"Boy, you really have a vision. My magic cards are all rare and rare magic cards on the market. If these low-level magic cards don't exist, I still have mid-level magic cards."

The middle-aged male stall owner said to Ye Feng with a smile on his face, while Ye Feng stared intently at the magic cards on the stall.

This is the joy of card players!

"Brother Feng, since when did you become interested in magic cards?"

Li Mubai squatted beside Ye Feng and asked with some doubts.

"I have always been interested, but there are too few people playing magic cards in Pengcheng."

"The magic card is Brother Fu's toy, are you sure you want to enter the pit?"

"That is to say, is it possible? I have been in the pit for three years."

While talking, Ye Feng asked the boss if he had any mid-level magic cards.

The boss didn't hesitate, and directly took out his collection.

"Boss, don't you have a spirit-type mid-level monster magic card here?"

What Ye Feng lacks now is the spirit monster magic card above the middle level.

The boss looked at Ye Feng helplessly when he heard the words, and said, "Psychic monsters are extremely rare, not to mention magic cards, and even encountering them is not easy. If you want to get one, I'm afraid you can only go to a first-tier big city. "

Ye Feng was a little disappointed when he heard that, he glanced at the cards and there was nothing he was interested in.

Get up and leave to continue wandering in the black market.

"Let's go, Brother Feng, we should get down to business."

Li Mubai took Ye Feng to his target this time, the black market auction.

The black market auction will stipulate that a mask must be worn when entering, and there is only a code name, no name.

The spacious auction room was almost full of people.

One of Ye Feng and Li Mubai is number 168 and the other is number 169.

Ye Feng looked at his number plate 168, and at the people around him who were all wearing masks and couldn't see their faces clearly. He couldn't help asking, "Mubai, are you sure you can find out who Nie Xinyi is?"

"The first and third girls in the beige trench coat are Nie Xinyi."

Li Mubai stretched out his finger and pointed to the back figure which was almost invisible in front.

"You can recognize this!"

"Of course, after all, no one can distinguish Nie Xinyi's back better than me."

Li Mubai's enigmatic self-confidence came again, and Ye Feng couldn't help laughing.

"I understand. You have been rejected a lot, and you always see a figure from behind, so you can remember it so deeply."

"Brother Feng! Can you still be a brother? Don't tear me down!"

Li Mubai was a little angry, but there was nothing he could do, because what Ye Feng said was fine.

"Where in the world is there no fragrant flowers, why bother to love Nie Xinyi unrequitedly, what are you obsessed with?"

Ye Feng couldn't figure out how this guy and Nie Xinyi had nothing to do with each other, how could he be so obsessed with each other.

"Brother Feng, I don't know if you have heard of love at first sight. I only like Nie Xinyi in my life. No woman will enter my heart. Even if she abuses me thousands of times, I still treat her like my true love. This is love at first sight. You, a monk without a heart of mortals, will not understand."

Li Mubai looked up at the sky, tears streaming down the mask, with an extremely affectionate appearance.

Looking at this scene, Ye Feng suddenly had an urge to hit someone for some reason.