"Danfa Exchange Conference?"

Bai Ling'er, who was immersed in Zhang Muyang's ghost story just now, heard the old man say this and at the same time he realized the breath on his body, and instantly realized that he had just been given to him by Zhang Muyang. There was no ghost market here, it was a place for monks to gather, which was not much different from the Zhongzhu Mountain she went to before.

"Brother Muyang, you liar."

Bai Ling'er was a little angry and embarrassed. In addition, she was still being held in Zhang Muyang's arms, and she suddenly punched you in the chest.

The old man looked confused and looked at the scene of fighting in front of him, as if he had forgotten that there were two funny people like him. He didn't know what he should say, so he could only cough lightly and reminded: "Hehe, are the two fellow Taoists here to attend the alchemy exchange meeting?"

After being reminded of this, Bai Ling'er remembered that someone was around her and jumped out of Zhang Muyang's arms. Zhang Muyang said without changing his expression: "That's right, please lead the way."

I don’t know where this alchemy exchange conference started. I just heard that it has existed since ancient times, and I don’t know who organized it. I acted very low-key, but I am also famous. If he hadn’t seen the lights, a flash of inspiration in his mind, he remembered that there was such a place here, and when he recalled it himself, he still didn’t know when it was.

In his previous life, Zhang Muyang had some opportunities here, but because he was in a low state at that time, he could only stay at the bottom of the house, and the benefits he got were limited, and he listened to how many opportunities others had gained here with jealousy. In this life, he could not miss the opportunity here. Although it might not be of great use to him, it would be good to be able to exchange some treasures for Ling'er and Ling Bing.

The old man led Zhang Muyang and Bai Ling'er into the street.

"It's the first time for two fellow Taoists to come here. Old man, I'll just say a few more words. Our place is not like other places. Everyone comes from all over the world and has their own identities and backgrounds. Come here just now, just now, everyone has their own needs, so there are all kinds of people, everything can happen, you have to be careful of everything. So this little friend said just now that this is a ghost market, and it's actually similar. The elixir exchange meeting is actually just a name."

After the old man explained this, Bai Ling'er let go of her little hand that had been pinching Zhang Muyang's waist just now, turned her little head to the side, thinking to herself that he was not saying that just now.

"Two fellow Taoists, you guys are hanging out by yourself, I'll leave in advance."

The old man walked with him for a while, said some precautions here, and turned around and said goodbye and left.

After he walked away, Bai Ling'er took Zhang Muyang's arm and said, "Brother Muyang, how did you know that there is such a place to go here?"

"Guess."

Seeing that Zhang Muyang didn't tell the truth, Bai Ling'er snorted and turned her head aside and said, "Hmph, don't say it."

Although the lights are brightly lit from the outside, there are not many people on the streets, and they are scattered. Everyone has something like a human skin mask on their faces, and they don’t seem to want to be recognized by others.

Bai Ling'er looked interesting and took out the mask that Zhang Muyang gave her before from her Qiankun bag. Although this thing is not very precious, it was the first gift Zhang Muyang gave her. She has always been so cute.

Zhang Muyang didn't want to wear this mask, but with his cultivation level, it was easy to try to cover up and change his appearance? However, seeing Ling'er's excited appearance, she didn't refuse.

After a while, two ugly men and women began to wander around the streets. Bai Ling'er was very curious about this place. She looked left and then, and Zhang Muyang followed him around. He wanted to find some vacancy here. After all, this activity is a necessary complex for every time travel or rebirth of the party.

But after wandering around for a long time, Zhang Muyang didn't find anything good, mostly some inexpensive spiritual medicines and magic weapons. He didn't even want to buy them. He was so disappointed that he delayed the plane in vain. He was originally thinking of finding some good materials and refining the protective magic weapon for Ling'er. The one he sent to her before was consumed several times and was already at the verge of damage.

However, although this leak detection was not found, the magic weapon still had to be refined. This time Bai Ling'er and the Blood Lotus Sect had a conflict. If it weren't for the magic weapon protecting her, she would have been seriously injured now, so she would not have the intention to wander around here with Zhang Muyang.

Although Zhang Muyang has many treasures on him, none of them is suitable for Bai Ling'er. Her cultivation level is too low, and it will be a disaster if she gives it to her, and it is not conducive to her cultivation.

The two of them kept moving forward on the street. Zhang Muyang asked with his head tilted, "Ling'er, what kind of protective magic weapon do you want, and your short sword will be replaced. I will help you refine one when you go back this time. Next time someone dares to bully you, just use the sword to cut him."

Bai Ling'er doesn't care much about these things. She said, "No need to be so troublesome. The magic weapon you gave you before is quite useful, so you don't need to change it."

Zhang Muyang shook his head and said, "How can that work? The world is so dangerous now, it's better to have something to defend yourself." As he was talking, his nose suddenly twitched.

What is so fragrant? Zhang Muyang went along the source of the fragrance. Not far from the street market, there was a small stall. There were two wooden tables, and a white-haired old man was busy there. The fragrance came from there. In Zhang Muyang's impression, there was no such stall in the ghost market. Of course, when he came here in his last life, it was several years later. For such a long time, everything could happen, let alone a small restaurant stall?

"Ling'er, do you want to eat something?"

"OK."

Bai Ling'er naturally smelled the fragrance. As a foodie, how could she allow herself to miss it?

The two walked to the stall and looked at the steaming hot in the pot. Zhang Muyang said, "Boss, two bowls of Hun Chao."

The old man looked at the two of them and replied, "Okay, please sit down." He uncovered the lid of the pot and said that the wrapped wontons were introduced into the pot. After a short while, he cooked two bowls and brought them up hot.

The wontons in the bowl are crystal clear, like works of art, and the fragrance is so fragrant. In addition to the wontons, the old man also served two plates of side dishes. With the wontons, it was even more delicious and tempting.

Ling'er, who had a barbecue meal at night, was instantly hungry again.

In the blink of an eye, the wontons came to the bottom one night. She raised the bowl and said, "Old man, I want another bowl."

The old man smiled and nodded, put down another bowl, brought it over. This time he did not leave, but sat in front of Zhang Muyang and said, "This little friend is a good opportunity."

Although his words were ordinary, they seemed to be thunderous in Zhang Muyang's ears. This old man was not simple, and it was definitely not a simple wonton vendor.
Chapter completed!