I am farming in the fairyland

Chapter 115 "Smart Eyes"

Just because the big yellow dog transformed into a black pig with black hair.

Because Rhubarb turned into a pig in the tunnel, the boy checked the surroundings with the system early on, and did not peep at the monk's magic circle or anything.

The scarred female cultivator outside had no way of knowing, so Rhubarb boldly turned into a black pig.

The boy looked intently.

The body of the pig has also shrunk a bit, not as fat as before.

If Big Yellow had just turned into a black pig, he wouldn't have disliked Big Dog so much.

Looking at Rhubarb's eyes covered by black hair, he only felt hot.

Big dog, no, it's a black pig.

On the contrary, it didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it. It raised its pig's head in an air, and squinted at Huang Yifan.

He suddenly felt itchy in his palm, and slapped the black pig's head with a slap.

Since Rhubarb knew the technique of changing shape and changing appearance, why didn't he use it then?

Fortunately, he was stupid enough to let the rhubarb roll around in the mud.

Thinking of this, he patted the black pig's head again.

If Rhubarb knew what the young man was thinking, he would definitely yell that he was wronged, but Xiangxiang didn't say it himself, let alone it didn't know this at the time.It also had no choice but to play with her in the mud...

The black pig got hit twice on the head for no reason, and was very aggrieved at this time, and it blew twice according to the pig bleat it had heard in the mortal world.

I have to say that Rhubarb is very talented, he acts like anything, and actually makes a pig cry of "huh huh huh".

The boy really didn't bother to pay attention to the black pig, and walked down the stairs of the faint passage.

"Humph—"

The black pig struggled to keep up with his footsteps.

It turned out that the dark market was just below the butcher's stall, and the stall guarded by the scar female cultivator outside was simply a cover.

In this way, what the guiding monk said is true.

Without the guidance of monks who are familiar with Xuanming City, who would have noticed an inconspicuous spiritual food stall?Even passing by here, who would have thought that the dark market is under it.

A cluster of torches were burning every ten feet around the stairs, and the flames danced from time to time. In the dark place where no torches illuminated, there were reflected black shadows moving.

"Crackling-"

The entire passage was terribly quiet, except for the sound of burning torches, there was only the sound of "tap-tat-tat" from his footsteps when he and the black pig descended the stairs.

If he hadn't asked the system to read it for him, he would have turned around and left now.

Because the passage is winding, the end is invisible at a glance, and it is extremely silent, as if something will jump out of the dark in the next moment.

Facts proved that he was thinking too much. He walked along the curved passage for an unknown amount of time with the black pig before he heard some scattered sounds.

The boy picked up the black pig, he was still afraid that the big dog would get lost in the dark market.

Although the big dog turned into a black pig with illusion, the weight was still there, but for him in the early stage of foundation establishment, it was no problem at all, and he picked up the black pig very lightly.

But he didn't spare the dog with his mouth, and said: "Dahuang, what did you eat to grow so fat?"

Hearing this, the black pig was so angry that he couldn't help but arched the boy's hand with the pig's head to show that he was very angry.

Thus, such a strange pair walked in at the entrance of the brightly lit dark market.

A boy...with a masked black pig.

The black pig was not very good looking just by its body shape, but it was held in the arms of the young man.

Huang Yifan looked at the dark market. The dark market was built underground, and most of the buildings in it were caves. There were bright pearls glowing warmly beside the road for monks to walk.

The light in the brightly lit dark market is emitted by these beads.

There was a stone platform in the cave, and he didn't see any spiritual plants or spirit pills on the platform, it was all weird gadgets.

Most of the monks who came to the dark market came to deal with some shady things, and a small number of monks hoped to find some secret treasures from those weird things.

It is said that it is a dark market, and it is always the same. In fact, it is not much different from the square market in Misty Sect.

The only difference is that the dark market is convenient for dealing with shady things.

……

The young man carefully looked at the items placed on the many stone platforms. He saw an ancient tripod with a broken corner, rotten black wood, a broken spear, and a cracked alchemy furnace. At least, he even saw a peach-red golden butterfly wearing a flowery bellyband.

Huang Yifan: ...

It really is weird enough.

Most of the items are broken, either a broken leg or a missing table leg.

They all looked dilapidated and dusty, but he couldn't tell if they were useless items.

Maybe there are still a few treasures, but the treasures are dusty, and the monks need to have insight.

Thinking of this, the boy's eyes flashed brightly.

Doesn't he have "wisdom eyes" here?

Isn't Baibao Tansang a wise eye!

How could he not use treasures, he is not a fool.

With a thought, a small blue stone quietly appeared in his hand.

However, Huiyan still has two chances today, so it can't be used indiscriminately, it should be used with caution.

There are three chances to use Baibao Tangnang a day, and if the three opportunities are used up, you can only wait for the system to reset Baibao Tangnang tomorrow.

At least you have to scan those things that look like treasures, otherwise the opportunity will be gone if you scan it, it will be wasted.

His eyes wandered over the stone platform in the cave, not knowing which small blue stone to aim at. In his opinion, every item on the stone platform looked like a secret treasure.

Except for the bellyband, which looks very unscrupulous.

When he looked at it again, he felt that it didn't look like it again.

The surface of these items was covered with a thick layer of dust, not even a trace of aura fluctuations were revealed.

Huang Yifan was very embarrassed, his eyes swept over and over on the stone platform, and finally made up his mind.

He slightly moved the direction of his hand, and pointed the small blue stone he was holding tightly in his palm at the piece of rotten black wood that looked like a secret treasure.

A panel appeared in front of my eyes with words on it, but the monks around didn't notice it.

【rotten black wood】

Features: Also known as black rotten wood, a first-grade spiritual wood unique to the Metaverse, black rotten wood does not emit aura fluctuations, and is rotten all its life.Although rotten wood is rotten, it will always look like this, unchanged.

The black rotten wood will scrape off the outer layer of rot, and the inside will become extremely smelly, which is useless.

Huang Yifan: "..."

He looked at it for a long time, and the characteristic feature of this black rotten wood is that it smells extremely bad.

He thought it would be some incredible secret treasure, but it turned out that he was mistaken.

The young man gritted his teeth, he was very unwilling, anyway, the number of times of searching the bag has been wasted, it is better to buy this black rotten wood.

Maybe it will come in handy sometime?
It stinks extremely——

In case he buys it and puts it in a storage bag, one day he will practice Qishoudan...

The boy's eyes lit up suddenly, this method is feasible!
Alchemy and alchemy, you can't blindly follow the path walked by the predecessors, so you will be trapped in it forever.

They will only follow the path of their predecessors, and if they do not explore, they will have no ideas of their own.

Ren is talented, but he has no innovation, so there will definitely be a bottleneck for him in alchemy.

The boy calmed down, and paid five low-grade spirit stones to get the black rotten wood into his pocket.

(End of this chapter)