After checking the bill, Wang Lun went downstairs and saw that the sedan chair had been carried away by the sedan chair owner.

Wang Lun went to a tailor shop and bought a set of black and loose clothes to prepare for his attendance tonight. Then he went to a treasure pavilion to buy a floating mask.

After wearing the floating light mask, it can not only cover up its original face, but also produce a floating light effect when the other party's spiritual sense is explored to find out his appearance, making the face blurry, making it difficult for the other party's spiritual sense to perceive his appearance.

At private fairs, such masks are useful.

After all, it is impossible for the other party to force his spiritual sense to sense his appearance, and doing so is a provocation. And a slight spiritual sense exploration can interfere with the floating mask.

Starting from 7 o'clock in the evening, Wang Lun bought the clothes and did not go back to the inn where he stayed. Naturally, he wanted to avoid Tang Si.

Wang Lun chose an inn on the street of Heihu. At 6:50 pm, Wang Lun changed into black clothes, put on a floating mask and set off.

It took about twenty minutes to walk from the street to House No. 1.

Wang Lun came to the house wrapped in purple light, stood for a while, no one came over, and the door was also closed, and the purple light surrounded the house, basically only this door was exposed.

Wang Lun still walked in and knocked on the door. No one opened it, but the door was obviously not closed. It should be because someone went in directly. Wang Lun pushed open the door and found a thick purple light shield at the door.

This is definitely used to test the cultivation of monks. After all, only Nascent Soul monks are eligible to participate in this private fair.

Wang Lun walked forward, and his mana was emitted from his hand. The mana was input into the purple shield. In an instant, the purple light disappeared. All the water appeared in front of Wang Lun. He was at the bottom of the water, with coral reefs around and small fish swimming.

This seems to have come to the bottom of the sea.

Wang Lun walked forward, after all, he knew what was going on.

Sure enough, after walking out for more than a dozen steps, the scenery in front of me suddenly disappeared, and I stood in the hall on the first floor.

There are lamps on the walls around the hall, exquisite murals on the ceiling, and in front is the staircase leading to the second floor.

Obviously, the sea water I saw before was an illusion. Now it has passed through the illusion layer.

Wang Lun could probably guess the reason for the illusion, but it was related to testing the Nascent Soul monks. He should be afraid that the monks who came in would fake their magic power, so he increased the test of their mental power.

The illusion just now cannot affect Yuanying

Cultivator. But if it is replaced by a cultivator in the Kalpa realm, he may do actions that he will only take when he is at the bottom of the sea, such as paddling, rising to the sea, etc.

"Fellow Daoist, welcome to attend this private fair."

At this time, an old man walked out of the small room next to the hall.

The man was wearing a gray-white robe, with a sloppy robe, and the man himself, with messy hair and beard, looked sloppy.

This person should be a sloppy Taoist.

"You are polite, the sloppy Taoist, I also hope to come here to trade the right good things." Wang Lun was serious and his voice came out through the floating mask, a little cold.

The sloppy Taoist did not wear any masks and appeared in his original form, but Wang Lun naturally did not do so. Not only did he use a floating mask, but he also put on loose black clothes, but before leaving, he also melted the blood-burning evil pill into the water, took some mixed solution, and soaked three parts on the clothes.

This brought him the cold and cold breath of the evil monk. Wang Lun himself confirmed that he could sense this breath and then set off.

In order to match this aura, Wang Lun naturally had to show actions corresponding to the evil monks in his actions, such as words, walking, and expressions.

The voice of speaking now seems cold, because of this.

The sloppy Taoist made an invitation gesture to walk upwards: "Fellow Taoist please go to the second floor. Many fellow Taoists have arrived. In another stick of incense, the trade fair will officially begin."

Wang Lun just nodded and walked upstairs with a step that seemed to be unrecognizable to his relatives.

The sloppy Taoist just glanced at Wang Lun's back and returned to the small room again. After another stick of incense, the door would be closed and no longer accept monks to enter. He would also go to the second floor to host tonight's private trade fair.

When Wang Lun came to the second floor, he easily found the place where the fair was held. Because the door was open at the other end of the corridor, there were soft lights inside, and you could see several sitting figures from the direction of the door.

Wang Lun continued to step in with the steps just now. There was a hall with empty furniture, with an area of ​​at least 300 square meters, no less than fifteen people, sitting at various positions in the hall.

Some are sitting in the corner, some are sitting in the middle, some are sitting straight, and some are leaning against the back of the chair with their legs crossed...

No one spoke, the atmosphere was a bit weird.

Everyone wears a mask, most of them are black, and many of them are also floating masks

, but there are other types. His coming in, letting at least two-thirds of the monks in the hall look at him.

Wang Lun instantly sensed that three weak spiritual senses shot towards him, and the speed was not fast, as if he was exploring openly. Obviously, this was a kind of temptation.

"snort!"

Wang Lun snorted coldly, released his spiritual sense without hesitation, and destroyed these spiritual senses in the middle, then glared at the three of them for a few times, walked to the side near the door, found a chair, and sat down in the corner.

"Hehe, fellow Taoist is very cold." One of the people who were stared at, as if he was not embarrassed at all, said with a chuckling.

A short but very obese monk also spoke out and asked, "I dare to ask who the fellow Taoist is, I am very unfamiliar. I should not be a monk in Chouzhou or Yunzhou, right?"

Wang Lun ignored the two of them, glanced at the whole room, and used his light to see clearly their figure characteristics.

Everyone was wearing a mask, and he couldn't recognize who was Tang Si and who was the Forbidden Sword General.

There is nothing special about these two people's figures, but they are the public figures. Therefore, after their faces are covered, they can no longer tell them.

"Bare Blue, please ask what others do, and you won't say anything after asking." A female voice came out, and the monk sitting on Wang Lun's left said, his voice was crisp and pleasant.

Judging from the dress, this man is wearing a long skirt and has a slim figure. He is indeed a female monk.

But this person revealed the identity of the fat monk in one word, and Wang Lun also corresponded the "Blue Fatty" to a person.

A casual cultivator who is very good at using poison, likes to wear blue clothes, smiles like Maitreya Buddha, but when he is cruel, he uses poison and cruelty. He is one of the monks who likes to induce opponents with a kind and friendly face.

Fatty Lan's annoyed voice sounded from the other end: "I know I will be recognized by you!"

There was a sound of tearing. The mask on the blue fat man's face was torn apart by him, and a fat face was revealed.

The blue fat man was trapped in a chair, his head seemed to be directly pressed against his shoulders, and his neck was so short that it was completely invisible. At first glance, it looked like a pile of fat meat piled up together - a mountain.

"You didn't think you could hide your identity by wearing a mask, right?" the monk said again, "Or you wouldn't have worn this iconic blue dress."
Chapter completed!