The largest treasure in Baibao Pavilion Qinglong City was purchased and sold. After having dinner with Qinglong Siming, Jiang Lin walked out of Baihua Building. Because Jiang Lin always felt like he was peeping wherever he was. Although Qinglong Siming had already refused, he still followed.

After all, Jiang Lin saved his sister and resolved a crisis in the Prince's Mansion. He should have expressed his feelings about what he said. Since Jiang Lin did not like the atmosphere of Baihua Building, Qinglong Siming naturally had to follow him, and the two of them wanted to walk to Baibao Pavilion together.

"Brother Jiang doesn't have to go to Baibao Pavilion. You just need to make a list of things and let the people from Baibao Pavilion deliver them to you, right?" Qinglong Siming looked at Baihua Tower behind him with some reluctance, then sighed and said.

"The things I want are a bit special, so I feel more at ease when I choose them. Besides, it is the first time I have come to Qinglong City. It is the first time I have come to such a big city, so I want to take a look around." Jiang Lin said with a smile on his lips, not telling Qinglong Siming how he feels.

If Jiang Lin was peeped at in Baihua Tower, or if he felt the murderous intent, Jiang Lin was a little uncertain whether he had hallucinations. Then the feeling that he had just walked out of Baihua Tower disappeared, which made Jiang Lin 100% sure of his feelings, so a look of alert flashed in Jiang Lin's eyes and he also looked back at Baihua Tower.

Although it was the first time I came to this place, and it seemed that I was very unconventional and only ate and didn’t play with anything else. However, Jiang Lin felt that she was simply here, so in addition to being alert to Jiang Lin on Baihualou, she was also curious.

"The Prince's Baihua Building doesn't seem simple?" Jiang Lin asked casually, but his eyes looked at Qinglong Siming with a deep sense. Although Qinglong Siming gives people a feeling of being a bit cynical like a slut, Jiang Lin felt that Qinglong Siming was a bit unsimple for some reason.

"It's not simple. The guests who come in and out here every day are either rich or noble, especially those who can go to the attic. They are all well-known figures in Qinglong City. You haven't seen that I want a loft, but you can't directly choose what I like. The water here is a bit deep, not that simple."

Seeing Jiang Lin's eyes, a bright light flashed in Qinglong Siming's eyes, but his appearance still looked cynical. However, if you think about it carefully, you can taste some differences. The water is very deep and not simple. The seemingly random answers contain endless meanings.

"The prince, this place is called Baihualou, and the place we are going to is called Baibao Pavilion. There will be no relationship between the two." Although Jiang Lin is not a very experienced person, he is not familiar with Qinglong Siming. Although he is curious about Baihualou, he is not as good as asking the bottom line, so he changed the topic.

"Haha, the person who has your idea is definitely not the first or the last in Qinglong City. However, the deacon in Baibao Pavilion is idle and likes to play with Baihua Tower, but I don't know if it does something, maybe there may or may not. You don't have to always call me the prince, otherwise I will feel very awkward. You can call me Qinglong chest or directly call me Siming. The prince's shouting is too fake."

A trace of loneliness flashed in Qinglong Siming's eyes, as if he didn't care very much about the identity of the prince, and this indifferentness even brought a hint of annoyance, it seemed that there was a story of Siming in it.

The two of them walked forward in a conversation. Just like tourists, the closer they approached Baibao Pavilion, the scenery and popularity around them also changed, from being drunk and dreaming of the bright lights and wine, to a lively and extraordinary market of rare treasures.

Stores and stalls are filled with all kinds of rare treasures. This makes Jiang Lin, who has been focusing on cultivation, completely relax. It seems that the atmosphere here makes Jiang Lin, who has always felt a little lonely, feel a little warm.

"I said you weren't crazy, you actually wanted five hundred spirit stones for a broken stone. Why don't you grab it?" Just as Jiang Lin and Qinglong Siming were between Jiang Lin and a stall, the argument at a stall attracted Jiang Lin's attention, and Jiang Lin, who was a little curious, came over.

A lot of people gathered around the stall instantly. The one holding the stone was a Jindan stage monk, and the owner of the stall was a man who had just entered the Qi Condensation Stage but was over forty years old. Only at this age was this level, so this man would probably be like this in his life.

At this time, the stall owner's face turned a little red. Obviously, the words of the Jindan cultivator made him a little angry. It seemed that it was indeed inconspicuous stones. He offered 500 spirit stones by himself, which seemed a bit scamy to everyone, so the eyes of the street stall owner were mocked, which was also one of the reasons why the street stall owner blushed.

"This stone is less than 500 spirit stones, so put it down if you don't want to buy them." Looking at the increasing crowds of people gathering around, the street stall owner had a slight odor on his face, but then the street stall owner thrust his chest and said a tough word on his neck, just to speak with confidence. No matter how he looks at it, he feels a little lack of confidence.

"To be honest, I did like this stone. Although I don't know what it is, it feels very comfortable to touch it in my hand. But if I like you, I will open five hundred spirit stones directly. It's really a bit tricky. Just ten spirit stones are there, and if you sell them, I'll want them."

Seeing the carpet boss' appearance, the Jindan stage monk's mouth showed a smile on his lips, then weighed the stone in his hand, looked at the street stall owner and said, with a hint of dislike on his face if he hadn't liked it, he would definitely not be willing to suffer this loss.

Although the performance of the Jindan stage man made the monks watching the monks were confused. However, the stone was indeed not very good-looking, the size of a palm, and the blue-brown color was similar to ordinary bluestone, and there was no conspicuous place.

In addition, the Jindan stage monk directly spoke and fixed the price of this stone on ten spirit stones, which made the monk who originally felt that there was something wrong with it, and when he saw the face of the Jindan stage monk, he felt even more hesitant.

Although those who can practice are all smart people. However, there are also some stupid monks among the monks, as long as they like them, there are many monks who are useful and useless, so there seems to be nothing wrong with spending ten spirit stones to please the monks in the Golden Elixir stage so strong.

"This..." The street stall owner was a little hesitant when he heard the monk's words. He didn't know what this stone was. This stone was passed down by the street stall owner's ancestors, and it was first passed down as a family heirloom.

But when it was too long and I couldn't figure out what the stone was for, the fast stone did not show any strange performance. This made the street stall owner's recent ancestors just think about it and did not continue to treasure it.

When I got to the street stall owner, because of his extremely poor cultivation talent, he was still in his 40s in his Qi Condensation Stage. He knew that he might have collected all the things that could be used for cultivation in his family in this life and prepared to sell them all.

In exchange for some spirit stones in this way, whether it is to decide to buy elixirs and make a final handful of gold and silver treasures, it is a good choice for spending the second half of your life without worry. So the street stall owner was indeed ready to kill the stone because he saw that this Jindan stage cultivator liked it.

So at this time, the street stall owner was exposed by the Jindan stage monk, and the street stall owner couldn't help but hesitate. After all, the street stall owner had been setting up a stall here for a while. All other things were sold, and only this stone was ignored.

In the past, there were a few who were fond of it, but as soon as the street stall owner offered the price, they turned around and left without even talking about the price. This Jindan stage cultivator gave ten spirit stones. Although the price was very different from the street stall owner's quote, the street stall owner was really a little moved.

"Do you show me this stone?" Just as the street stall owner was hesitating, his eyes flashed by Jiang Lin, who was sweeping over the stone in the hands of the Jindan cultivator, and a surprise flashed in his eyes. However, although he was not a worldly leader, Jiang Lin was not stupid.

Knowing that all the thoughts and feelings in your heart cannot be expressed in the chain. Otherwise, if you are seen, it will cause some trouble. So although Jiang Lin is not very cunning now, because of his cultivation of his mood, his face can still be filled with joy and anger.

"Of course, this boss can watch it casually." When the street stall owner heard that someone was attracted by this stone, the street stall owner was delighted. Obviously, if there were scenes of customers competing for something, it was something that every street stall owner wanted to encounter. In this case, the street stall owner might offend people a little, but would make a lot of money.

"Since this brother likes it, just take a look." The face of the monk in the Jindan stage stiffened a little, but then he returned to normal. Then he glanced at Jiang Lin and threw the stone to Jiang Lin casually.

However, when Jiang Lin saw the stone that seemed to be thrown by the Jindan stage monk at random, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Because the Jindan stage monk seemed to throw it casually, the force injected inside was not small. If Jiang Lin really looked like him but seemed to be an ordinary person on the surface, then this force would be enough to let Jiang Lin go home and lie in bed for half a year.

"Thank you." Jiang Lin reached out and grabbed the Jindan stage monk and threw it over, and nodded at the Jindan stage monk without changing any change.
Chapter completed!