Chapter 157 That person is my junior brother!

The noise on the arena gradually died down, and on the Dengyun Ranking, "Xiaobai"'s name stayed dazzlingly at the 29th place, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples in the deep water of Baiyun City.

"Xiaobai," Jing Gan's voice sounded in her sea of ​​consciousness, with a hint of hesitation, "It is not advisable to stay here for long, but returning directly to Xuanxiao Sect does not seem to be the best option either."

Xiaobai blinked his big eyes and nodded his little head to show his agreement.

The soul-locking curse just now was definitely not accidental, there must be something else behind Huang Ying'er.

"Brother Jinggan, why don't we go back first?" she asked in a baby voice, but her little face showed a seriousness that was inconsistent with her age.

"Well," Jing Gan replied, "Baiyun City is full of mixed people. Maybe we can find some clues about the mastermind. If we go back rashly, we might alert the enemy."

Xiaobai thought about it and felt that it made sense.

"Okay, let's go around Baiyun City."

Just as the two were about to leave, Jing Gan suddenly stopped and frowned.

"etc."

He closed his eyes and sensed something carefully. Although the dragon clan's perception was suppressed in the upper realm, it was still sharp.

"This smell is somewhat familiar, although it is very faint."

Xiaobai came closer curiously: "Jinggan, what is it?"

"Like that old fellow Bai Ze." Jing Gan opened his eyes, a little uncertain, "Very faint, almost there."

Bai Ze.

Xiaobai's eyes lit up instantly. Finally, there was news about it.

"Bai Ze? He is in Baiyun City?" Xiaobai was a little excited and clenched his hands.

"I'm not sure if it's him, but the source of this aura is coming to me."

Jing Gan no longer hesitated, following the imperceptible scent, and took Xiaobai through the streets and alleys of Baiyun City.

After many twists and turns, the road became more and more remote, and the light around us gradually dimmed.

Finally, they came to the end of a dark, narrow alley.

Jing Gan stopped and frowned, saying, "The aura disappears here."

Xiaobai looked up and around. The architectural style here was strange, and there were few pedestrians, most of whom were in a hurry, with an obscure atmosphere.

The air was filled with a strange smell mixed with herbs, metal, and a hint of blood.

"Where is this?" Xiaobai asked curiously.

"The ghost market in Baiyun City." Jing Gan whispered, "It seems that Bai Ze's aura is leading us here."

Ghost market.

Xiaobai reacted immediately.

"Hurry up, Jing Gan, we have to keep a low profile."

The two of them quickly moved to an empty corner.

Jing Gan waved his hand and set up a simple shielding formation.

Xiaobai took out two most ordinary black robes from the storage ring and put them on, and then took out two bronze masks without any markings.

The two of them put them on quickly, covering most of their faces.

"Let's go in and take a look." Jing Gan adjusted his voice, making it hoarse and low.

Xiaobai also learned to lower his voice: "Yeah."

The two blended into the crowd at the ghost market.

Buzz...

It was as if I had passed through an invisible film, and the scene before my eyes suddenly became clear, but also darker.

This place seems to be the shadow side of Baiyun City. Countless stalls are lined up along the street. Most of the stall owners are shrouded in cloaks or shadows, silently displaying their goods.

There was no hawking, only muffled whispers and the gentle sound of spirit stones colliding.

There were all kinds of things on the stalls, including minerals that sparkled with spiritual light, strange herbs that gave off exotic fragrances, jade bottles that sealed unknown creatures, and even broken fragments of magic weapons and blood-stained weapons.

Xiaobai was dazzled by what he saw.

"Wow..." She couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

“So many good things.”

She saw a pile of ore sparkling with starlight, and immediately thought of Master Shen's face, whose eyes lit up when he saw the refining materials.

Seeing a few strange-looking spiritual herbs, he couldn't help but think of his third senior brother Nangong Wentian who was following him in the sect.

"If Third Senior Brother and Junior Nephew Shen come, I'm afraid I won't be able to walk." Xiaobai muttered in a low voice.

Jing Gan reminded: "Don't just watch, pay attention to clues, or see if you can sense Bai Ze's breath again."

"I know." Xiaobai responded, but his eyes couldn't help but look around.

The two walked and stopped, occasionally stopping in front of a stall to listen to other people's transactions and understand the market conditions.

Jing Gan casually bought a simple map of what was said to be the interior of the ghost market.

At this moment, there was a commotion ahead, and many masked monks gathered in one direction.

"What's going on ahead?" Xiaobai stood on tiptoe to look around.

The crowd gathered in front of a three-story attic that was completely dark and had no windows.

On the plaque of the attic, three large characters were written in a flamboyant style: Wuxiang Pavilion.

"Wuxiang Pavilion?" Xiaobai muttered, looking at Jinggan.

A glimmer of understanding flashed across Jing Gan's eyes. "It's a famous 'humanoid weapon' sales point here, specializing in selling 'death warriors' that have been specially refined or controlled."

"Humanoid weapons? Death warriors?" Xiaobai frowned, his face full of displeasure, "Selling people as things, how disgusting! What's so good about this broken fairyland? It feels even darker than the lower world."

She instinctively felt repulsed by this kind of place and pulled Jing Gan's sleeve: "Jing Gan, let's go, there's nothing to see here."

Jing Gan nodded and was about to turn around.

Suddenly, the platform in front of Wuxiang Pavilion slowly rose up, and several rows of people wearing uniform black tights and metal masks that completely concealed their faces were displayed like cargo.

They stood straight, their eyes were empty, and they exuded a cold aura.

Xiaobai was not interested at first and just glanced at it casually.

However, when her eyes fell on a figure in the last row, her pupils suddenly shrank.

That figure, the one with a knife slung across his back.

The shape of the knife, the familiar dark gold winding patterns on the handle.

Xiaobai suddenly stopped and grabbed Jinggan's arm tightly with her little hands, her knuckles turning white.

Jing Gan immediately noticed that something was wrong with her: "Xiao Bai? What's wrong?"

Xiao Bai's voice trembled with disbelief as he pointed at the figure in the last row: "Jing... Jing Gan... Look... the last man, the knife on his back."

"Is... is it Junior Brother's 'Broken Waves'?"

Jing Gan looked in the direction she pointed. The man was covered by a mask and his aura was suppressed by some secret method, so he couldn't see any clues. But he believed in Xiao Bai's judgment.

"Duan Lang? Yan Jinjin's saber? Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, absolutely." Xiao Bai's tone was firm, but his face was pale. "But, but why is he here? And wearing this kind of clothes."

She looked at the figure standing like a puppet, and her heart suddenly tightened.

"Don't panic," Jing Gan said solemnly, "There are many people here, so make sure you have everything confirmed.

Look with your purple eyes."

Xiaobai suddenly remembered his pupil technique.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and deep in his eyes, a very light purple color quietly flowed.

Through the cold metal mask, she finally saw the face clearly.

Angular features, tightly pursed thin lips, who else could it be but her sixth senior brother Yan Jinjin?

"It's junior brother, it's really junior brother." Xiaobai exclaimed in his heart, almost unable to control his emotions.