Chapter 1640 The Exchange, the Fate of a Genius

In front of a certain exquisite small courtyard.

The white walls are red bricks, and the plaque is also vermilion. Although it is a bit unique, it is nothing special. There are at least tens of thousands of such small courtyards in Mengling City, and most of them live in ordinary wealthy families or low-key low-level warriors. .

Yang Qingxuan and Ziyuan changed into robes and walked in.

The front yard is not big, so we put some rockery bonsai, dug two ponds, and planted some water lilies. Although it looks popular, there is no one in the yard, but there is a shadow of a person, sticking to the ground like a piece of skin .

The shadow swayed for a while, then slowly got up from the ground, condensed into a man in black robe, and said in a hollow voice: "Token."

Both Yang Qingxuan and Zi Yuan took out a token and handed it over.

The black shadow took it out for a look, then threw it back, and then slowly limp as if its bones had been pulled out, and merged into the ground again, looking like a reflection of a person.

Yang Qingxuan originally wanted to go around, but with a move in his heart, evil deeds came up, and he stepped on the shadow and walked over.

Ziyuan, with black lines all over her head, walked around the shadow.

The shadow lay there quietly, without any movement.

As soon as you enter the house in the courtyard, it is just an ordinary room, with the Eight Immortals table and mahogany chairs, and the incense sticks curl up around the beams, as light as a ghost in the house. But persistently floated towards the screen.

Different from this unique room, there are hideous and beautiful ghosts painted on the screen.

Yang Qingxuan pointed a finger, and the screen opened to both sides, revealing a deep aisle.

There are stone walls on both sides of this aisle, on which are burning countless ever-burning lamps, leading Yang Qingxuan and Ziyuan to a huge trading hall in a winding way.

Although this trading hall is underground, it is brightly lit and brightly lit everywhere, and many people have already gathered in the hall.

"Sell the best fire soul, the fire soul just obtained from the earth fire lava, has been sealed very well, and the energy has not lost at all."

"The million-year-old beast bone was found in a mysterious ancient pool. It can be said that it is a monster bone that exists in mythology. It contains quite pure energy, and it is the only one in the world."

All around are the sounds of transactions, and there are some low-pitched conversations, using the sound-proof secret method.

Ziyuan suddenly blushed and said angrily, "These bastards are really inhuman!"

In a corner of the hall, there was an auction of female slaves, all stripped naked, completely displayed in front of the man. A group of men below laughed and laughed.

Those women all lowered their heads, but the auctioneer raised their chins from time to time for everyone to watch.

Yang Qingxuan said: "Don't conflict."

Ziyuan snorted angrily, suppressed her inner anger, and said, "Isn't this exchange owned by Fatty Pan? Next time I see him, I will definitely peel his skin!"

Yang Qingxuan said: "Fatty Pan may not know these things. Besides, he is only one of the four masters of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and there is an extremely mysterious president above him. How can he control so much?"

Ziyuan said angrily: "Okay, you are just trying to excuse him, it seems that you like this kind of deal very much." Ziyuan pushed Yang Qingxuan over fiercely, and said, "If you like it, then go buy it. Buy them all and use them yourself."

Yang Qingxuan hurriedly said: "I didn't say I like it."

Ziyuan said coldly: "I think you just like it."

Yang Qingxuan's head was full of black lines, and he immediately said seriously: "Next time I see Fatty Pan, I will definitely tear his bones apart!"

Only then did Ziyuan calm down a little, but her face was still very ugly.

Suddenly, a figure came towards Yang Qingxuan, and the two passed by inadvertently.

Yang Qingxuan's black robe seemed to be induced, and it flew up, and then condensed.

A golden glow flashed in the pocket, and a sharp look appeared in the golden pupils.

The figure walking past suddenly let out a "huh" and stopped.

Yang Qingxuan glanced at his robe, and a layer of frost had frozen on it, making the whole robe extremely hard.

The figure turned around halfway, and suddenly said: "Have you thought about one thing? There seems to be a bond between the strong and the geniuses."

Yang Qingxuan frowned, and said softly: "You mean, you and I are both strong and geniuses?"

The man smiled lightly and said: "You can make me feel something, probably that's all. I really want to see what you look like under the black robe."

Yang Qingxuan said indifferently: "It's a pity that I'm not interested in your appearance."

The man said: "Oh? Could it be that you already know who I am?"

Yang Qingxuan's heart moved, thinking of the figure in white, he hummed: "Who are you and what does it matter to me?"

The man smiled and said: "Haha, interesting. Since you and I can meet here, we will definitely meet in other places in the future. This is the 'fate' between the strong, a fate that neither you nor I can escape."

Yang Qingxuan remained silent.

The man chuckled, his eyes as clear and cold as frost flashed in the hood, and he turned around and left.

Seeing the man walking away, Zi Yuan leaned over and said in a low voice, "Meng Hantian?"

Yang Qingxuan nodded.

Zi Yuan was surprised: "Could it be that he recognized you?"

Yang Qingxuan shook his head and said, "Impossible."

Meng Hantian's words echoed in his mind, there is a strange attraction between the strong and geniuses.

Is there really a destiny?

Ziyuan pinched Yang Qingxuan desperately, and said angrily: "Why are you silent, are you peeking at the auction over there again?"

Yang Qingxuan cried out in pain, "I'm wronged, I didn't."

Zi Yuan hummed and said: "I still said no, I think so, otherwise why didn't you say anything?"

Yang Qingxuan was about to explain, when suddenly a huge black shadow appeared in the center of the exchange, like a giant, with his head directly on the ceiling, looking down.

"Everyone, everyone, be quiet."

The black shadow spoke.

The voices in the exchange immediately quieted down, and hundreds of pairs of eyes cast their gazes over.

The black shadow said slowly: "Welcome to the exchange, everyone. I also know the purpose of your visit this time. Regarding the matter of the tree of five aggregates, our exchange has indeed obtained some important information."

Immediately, needles could be heard in the arena, and there was no trace of wind.

On the face of the black shadow, red eyes slowly emerged, bright and huge like fire pomegranates, looking at the hundreds of people in the field, said in a deep voice: "The tree of five aggregates is real."

In the exchange, after a moment of silence, various shocking sounds erupted.

"Is this news true?"

"Where did the news come from? Could it be that you have already seen the tree of five aggregates?"

"Where is that tree now?"

All kinds of surprised questions came one after another.

The black shadow stood in the center of the hall like a giant pillar, and there was a moment of silence. After the voices of everyone questioned to a climax, he opened his mouth and said, "The Wuyun Tree is in the Tiancong Martial Arts Hall."

As soon as this remark came out, Yang Qingxuan's face changed drastically, and he shot out a golden light and chill in anger.

I have returned from my physical examination in Shanghai today, and I will resume updating as soon as possible