The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

Lin Shaomint arrived early in the morning, searching for the most remote place, finally found a [jade blossom] worth a fortune. He was anxiously planning to go back, and suddenly noticed the appearance of the mood coming out of the forest, which overreacted.

Lin Shaomin: “Monarch, Wangyin Market will open soon. There is a [listening cabinet] in the market, which sells all kinds of news. ”

“In fact, there are some exclusions and stricter rules in the Horton tribe, and the outside monks are free to ask and may… be expelled. ”

Lin Shaomin looked carefully at Mu Yan before continuing: “But the listening cabinet is different. Listening Pavilion is a power of the Northern Luning family, neither the Horton tribe nor the Mule Pavilion is eligible to intervene. ”

“In the Cabinet, as long as you can afford enough crystal stones, anything in the [Horton Tribe] can be heard and will not be reported to the Cabinet. ”

Listening Pavilion? The strength of the Nings?

Mu Yan glanced slightly, “Okay, then please take me to the Audio Fair. ”

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Wangyin Market says it's a market, but it's actually more like a city.

“Today is [Moonshine Day], so there will be a lot of people in Wangyin Market. Monarch, [Listening Pavilion] is right ahead, you come with me. ”

Mu Yan walked forward as Lin Shaomin guided him, looking curiously at the monks in the Horton tribe.

The people here, whether dressed or in terroir, are really very different from the other three continents of the purple clouds.

The most obvious thing is the instrument they wear.

Whether dressed in rustic, simple or exquisite clothes, almost 80% of the monks in the market wear an instrument.

And these instruments are not just ordinary things to play with, but carefully crafted magic tools.

Looks like the purple clouds of the North are filled with musician-loving monks.

Lin Shaomin dragged Mu Yan and quickly stood in front of an Accord.

The plaque on the front door is written in the strong font of the dragonfly phoenix dance - the listening pavilion.

Mu Yan did not allow Lin Shaomin to accompany him anymore, but walked into the pavilion alone.

As soon as he entered the front door, the roaring noise came to his face.

A teenager dressed in black embroidered gold suddenly approached, “Welcome to my listening pavilion, don't know what message the Guest wants to buy? ”

Moo-yan looked around and found that there were fewer people in there than she thought.

And everyone's looks are respectful and discreet.

The juveniles in Ming's Palace looked like they didn't dry their breasts, but these monks, as guests, dared not show any arrogance.

Looks like there's a lot of power behind this auditorium.

Mu Yan thought that his face was still faint and he threw it in the direction of the page.

The paperman caught it randomly, but when he saw what was in his hand, the color changed when he climbed: "Obsidian! ”

A piece of Obsidian crystal is worth thousands of fine crystals.

Not to mention, many of Falbao's refining, if incorporated into the obsidian crystal, can increase the strength of Falbao several times.

The most important thing is that Obsidian is still priceless, and you want to trade 10,000 pieces of fine crystal stone, you don't necessarily get it.

The formal smile on the page's face immediately turned into a warm hobby: "This guest of honor on the second floor, Yama, please, let the master come to entertain you. Rest assured, no matter what information you want, I will listen to it and it will be collected for you. ”