After listening to the middle-aged man, Brother Mao asked, "Is Wuyin Town the resident of the trading market?"
"Yes!" The middle-aged man "haha" smiled and said: "Wuyin Town is the resident of the trading market, but not the headquarters!" After a pause, he said, "Your Excellency, now you can tell the token. Come on!"
Brother Mao lowered his head in thought for a long while, then raised his head and said: "Then how do you prove you speak?"
"Hahaha" The middle-aged man's ears trembled slightly, and then he laughed and said, "Okay, please go to meet someone with me, then you will naturally know!" After he said, he gave in to the side and stretched out his hand. :"please!"
Brother Mao bowed his hand to the middle-aged man and said, "Please!" He was not polite after saying that, and walked forward first.
Seeing that the middle-aged man and Mao brother went away one after another, the two young men headed down and led the more than one hundred men to disappear one after another.
Brother Mao followed the middle-aged man across two streets and came to the front of a simple tiled house.
Brother Mao looked at the two dilapidated and dilapidated tiled houses in front of him. The door was overgrown with weeds. A pair of stone lions at the door were missing two legs. The two wooden doors were crumbling and could fall at any time. When it fell down, the windows were full of spider webs, and it should have been a place where no one lived for a long time.
Brother Mao tried to release the divine sense and wanted to enter and investigate, but there seemed to be a strong resistance blocking the prying of the divine sense.
In desperation, Brother Mao had to withdraw his consciousness and looked at the middle-aged man in a puzzled manner.
In fact, all the middle-aged people in Mao's movements have seen them all, but they have not stopped them, as if they are quite confident in the protection here.
Seeing that Brother Mao looked over, the middle-aged man smiled and said, "Your Excellency, this is just a branch of the trading market. Although it is broken, don't walk away inside. Please come with me!" Go inside.
Seeing the middle-aged man go in, Brother Mao followed closely, but he was fully guarded to prevent danger from coming.
As if he understood Mao's mind, the middle-aged man said, "You don't need to be nervous!"
I didn't see the middle-aged person patted a wall lightly, and the wall was moved to both sides immediately, and a long corridor appeared in front of him.
Brother Mao just stepped onto the corridor with the middle-aged man, and the wall behind him closed again.
Brother Mao saw that the corridor had turned two turns, and at the end was an impressive three-story pavilion, with vermilion wooden doors, magnificent pillars, carved beams and painted ridges, and white jade tiles shining brightly.
The middle-aged man smiled and stretched out his hand to Brother Mao, and said, "Your Excellency, please follow me!" After that, he continued to move forward.
In a short distance, Brother Mao felt that the road was quite long, and the closer he was to a pavilion, the more he felt palpitation, and there seemed to be a voice calling him constantly.
Brother Mao suddenly felt the blood flow in his body accelerate, and he had an urge to enter the pavilion as soon as possible.
The middle-aged man just walked to the vermilion gate in front of the building, when his boredom suddenly opened to both sides.
The middle-aged man stopped in front of the door and said to Brother Mao: "Your Excellency, please go in by yourself, you are not eligible to enter here with the authority below!"
Seeing the middle-aged man stop, Brother Mao suddenly released the chaotic air, forming a protective shield that was indistinguishable from the naked eye.
Brother Mao stared at the middle-aged man, in case he suddenly attacked him.
Seeing Mao's watchful look, the middle-aged man smiled helplessly and said, "Please!"
Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't seem to be pretending, Brother Mao stepped in one step, and a cordial breath rushed over his face, feeling that there was something he needed very much waiting for him on the pavilion.
Brother Mao walked up the stairs without distracting thoughts, observing the surrounding environment as he walked.
When Brother Mao had just stepped up the stairs, the vermilion door on the first floor was closed tightly.
Although the door had been closed, I didn't feel any discomfort inside. On the contrary, it was very comfortable. The night pearls everywhere illuminated the inside as bright as day.
Brother Mao turned his head and looked at the empty first floor, and continued to walk towards the second floor.
With twelve steps, Brother Mao finally reached the second floor. He saw rows of shelves on the second floor. There were many rare immortal artifacts, elixir, swords, swords, halberds, bows and arrows, all-inclusive. Many jade bottles that store elixir exude pure celestial aura.
Brother Mao looked at these immortal artifacts and elixir, and he couldn't get any interest at all. What he possessed were all Lingbao-level weapons, such as the Xiantian Lingbao Donghuang Bell, the Xuanyuan Water Control Flag, the Houtian Lingbao Dragon Roaring Sword, and Ruyi. Dingtianchi, refining demon pot, wishful stone.
Brother Mao just browsed the second floor and walked to the third floor.
Brother Mao climbed another twelve steps and finally came to the top floor. The top floor area was only one-half the size of the second floor. There was only a rectangular bookcase on the bookcase. Several books were placed on the bookcase. In front of the books. It is an incense burner with a burning sandalwood in the incense burner. The smell of sandalwood is very unique and refreshing. A golden futon was placed on the ground behind the desk.
Brother Mao stepped to the front of the bookcase and was about to reach out to fetch the books. Suddenly the space behind the bookcase fluctuated, and a tall figure appeared in a black cloak.
Brother Mao hurriedly withdrew his hand and looked at the visitor nervously.
The visitor lifted the cloak, revealing a face full of vicissitudes.
"You..." Brother Mao looked at the incoming person as if he had seen him somewhere, very familiar, but couldn't remember.
The visitor took a deep look at Brother Mao and said, "It seems that your Phantom Transformation has reached the sixth level. It's not bad!"
Hearing what the people said, Brother Mao moved in his heart and asked, "Who are you on earth?"
The incoming person "haha" smiled and said: "Return to your original face, it makes me very uncomfortable!"
Brother Mao felt that the man's strength was unfathomable, and he had an affinity for him, which made him feel close to him involuntarily.
Hearing what came to him, Brother Mao's figure twisted, and the muscles on his face squirmed slowly, returning to his original appearance in the blink of an eye.
"Not bad!" The visitor said: "I feel more comfortable now. Come on, sit down!" As he pointed his finger at the front of the bookcase, a red futon appeared beside Brother Mao.
Seeing someone sitting cross-legged on the futon, Brother Mao also sat down.
The visitor said: "Don't be nervous, I am the master of the trading market, you can call me the pavilion master." After a pause, he said, "I have no intentions, just want to communicate with you!"
After hearing the words of self-proclaimed pavilion master, Brother Mao frowned and asked, "Why do you know that I practiced phantom transformation?"
The cabinet owner said: "Let me talk about it later, let me introduce myself first. The trading market was created by me. It has been more than 12,000 years ago... "()