Lin Shaomin came here early in the morning and found the most remote place. He finally found a valuable [Yujiji Flower]. He was worried about going back when he suddenly noticed Mu Yan coming out of the forest, and then overreacted.

Lin Shaomin: "God, the Wangyin Market will open soon. There is a [Lingyin Pavilion] in the market, selling all kinds of news."

"In fact, there is some xenophobic in the Holden tribe and the rules are relatively strict. Monks from outside ask at will, and they may... be expelled."

Lin Shaomin looked at Mu Yan carefully before continuing: "But Lingyin Pavilion is different. Lingyin Pavilion is a force of the Beilu Ning family. Neither the Holden Tribe nor the Mule Pavilion are qualified to intervene."

"In Lingyin Pavilion, as long as you can afford enough crystals, you can find out any news in the [Horton Tribe], and it will not be reported to Mule Pavilion."

Lingyin Pavilion? The strength of the Ning family?

Mu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Okay, then please take me to the Wangyin Market."

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Wangyin Market said it was a market, but in fact it was more like a city.

"Today is [the new moon day], so there are many people in Wangyin Market. Master Jun, [Lingyin Pavilion] is right in front of you, come with me."

While following Lin Shaomin's guidance, Mu Yan was curiously observing the monks in the Holden tribe.

The people here, regardless of their clothes or customs, are indeed very different from those in the other three continents of Ziyun Realm.

The most distinctive thing is the instruments they wear.

Whether they were dressed in simple and simple clothes or those with gorgeous and exquisite clothes, almost 80% of monks wore a musical instrument on their bodies at this market.

Moreover, these instruments are not just ordinary fun things, but carefully refined spiritual weapons and magic weapons.

It seems that the northern continent of Ziyun Realm is full of monks who like music.

Lin Shaomin grabbed Mu Yan and soon stood in front of an Accord.

The plaque on the main door is written in a vigorous font of flying dragons and flying phoenixes dancing - Lingyin Pavilion.

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

As soon as you enter the main gate, the sound of debauchery comes to your face.

A young man wearing black background embroidered gold patterns suddenly came up immediately, "Welcome to my Lingyin Pavilion. I wonder what kind of news the guests want to buy?"

Mu Yan looked around and found that there were fewer people inside than she thought.

And everyone's expression was respectful and cautious.

The young men who were entertained in the pavilion looked stinky, but these monks who were guests did not dare to show their arrogant attitude at all.

It seems that the power behind this Lingyin Pavilion is quite powerful!

Mu Yan thought in his heart, but his face was still faint, and he threw it towards the servant.

The servant took it casually, but when he saw clearly what was in his hand, his face changed: "Obsidian Crystal!"

The value of an obsidian crystal is worth thousands of top-grade crystals.

Not to mention, if obsidian crystal is added to the refining of many magic weapons, the strength of the magic weapons can be increased several times.

The most important thing is that obsidian crystals still have no market price. If you want to exchange for 10,000 high-quality crystals, you may not be able to exchange them.

The formulaic smile on the servant's face immediately turned into a warm plea: "This distinguished guest, please ask the private room on the second floor, let the shopkeeper come to entertain you. Don't worry, no matter what kind of information you want, my Lingyin Pavilion will definitely collect it for you."
Chapter completed!