Today I hold the world

"Have you heard? The Demon City in the south was attacked by monsters a few days ago, and it was suppressed effortlessly by the two young foundation-builders of Chilongmen and Yunhezong. This has never happened before!"

It was noon, on the first floor of Shengxian Building in Jubao City, a man with a beard and a sharp mouth poked his head to chat with other people who were still eating.

The burly man at the table next to him rolled his eyes, "It all happened three days ago. In this Immortal Tower, what kind of news didn't spread immediately. It's just you, a wild man who has been retreating all year round and hasn't made much progress." Xiu is ignorant and ignorant, don't be ashamed again, finish eating and get out!"

"Hey, I, Hu Hangan, spent spirit stones to enjoy the services of Shengxianlou. What's the matter with your surname Shi? Knowing some big news is great?

Isn't it like me who is still stuck on the eighth floor of Qi training, pretending to be a superior person. "

Hu Hangan squinted a few words, turned his head and sat upright, and drank a small wine alone.

The first floor of the Immortal Tower is reserved for the relatively poor casual cultivators. People who come here often know each other. The road to cultivation is actually very lonely. It is not easy to find the same kind. Three old men came out to make peace:

"We are all casual cultivators in Jubao City. Brother Hu and Brother Shi calmed down, looked up and looked down, and each drank a little Huangliangmeng. It was inevitable that they spoke poorly. How could they really see each other?

Let the old man tell you about the glorious moment of that day! "

This old man is quite old, wearing a green gray robe, he looks a bit flamboyant, but he is a well-known lecherous old man in Jubao City, he stroked his stubble, which is not too thick, and said:

"By the way, it was still five days ago. Senior Immortal Gourd Sword Chang of the Chilongmen was sitting in an important gatehouse in Yumo City. The person in charge of the command was none other than Senior Yunhe Sect Situ Feipeng. He saw that wave of monsters were about to be wiped out. I don't know where a group of elite cloaked demons suddenly appeared, flying from the southwest like dark clouds, which frightened many fellow defenders.

The situation at that time was not without danger. The Demon Town Spirit Wall had already been opened twice, and the third opening time could not have been so fast, and the thousands of cloaked demons swept over at a speed visible to the naked eye, rushing straight The central gatehouse of Jubao City is really scary.

At a critical moment, Situ Youfang, the little talisman saint who was defending a gatehouse in the west, flew out of the Demon City alone, and single-handedly cast a thousand talisman killing magic, covering an area of ​​twenty feet long and imprisoning more than half of the cloaked demons. .

Also at this moment, Senior Immortal Gourd Sword in the gate tower to the east flew out instantly, only shouting that strange incantation: "Brother, please bring out the sword!" '

There was a flash of white light from the mouth of the vermilion gourd behind him, and the Immortal Slaying Sword Soul turned into a white rainbow several times, killing all the cloaked demons that Senior Situ imprisoned with talismans.

The rest of the fish that slipped through the net didn't dare to continue to attack the city. They even forgot to bring their souls, and their bodies flew back to southern Xinjiang by instinct. "

The old man spoke vividly and vividly, and the listeners were skeptical, and there were one or two reckless men who made things difficult: "Old man Wan, is it true that your talk was honed out of a woman's nest, and you can boast so easily?

Our two brothers just came back from the Demon City a few days ago, why didn't you see that you are so amazing? "

The old man surnamed Wan responded contemptuously, "You two idiots were visiting Fengyue Tower in Shanghe City a few days ago, when did you go to Yumocheng to be a hero?"

The two sides broke the stage, causing the whole room to burst into laughter. Old Man Wan gained the upper hand and continued to say triumphantly: "Speaking of Senior Chang, he is the junior who was brought up by the Chilong Sect bell master as if he was his own. He and Junior Situ Since I was a kid, I was able to cooperate tacitly to achieve today's great achievements, and I didn't have a budget beyond my old age. The so-called talented people from generation to generation will lead the way for 50 years. According to my old age, Huaishan will build a foundation in the next 50 years. In a lifetime, they must be the leaders!"

At this time, many people echoed and clapped their hands. Old man Wan took out his "Huaishan Wind and Cloud Record III" and said proudly:

"The old man turned on the lights yesterday to fight at night, and finally rushed to write the third volume of Fengyunlu. Today, while everyone is happy, I will sell it for fun. All Taoist friends who bought books before midnight tonight will give two extra volumes of "Wushan Misty Rain Record". This Fengyunlu has a panoramic view of the secret history of the cultivation of the leaders of Huaishan. There is always a suitable path for the rise of more than 300 talents. Three second-level spirit stones, no one can deceive you.

Ladies and gentlemen, do you want to give yourself a chance to become a man of the hour? "

After going around such a big circle, the old man turned out to be a book seller. This is no secret to the regular visitors of Shengxian Tower. The three second-order spirit stones are purely for slaughtering newcomers.

Old man Wan himself didn't think about how much he would sell. He came here every few days to order a bottle of Huang Liang Meng.

Having lived to his age, his mentality has already been tempered, and he almost does everything with a normal heart. Jiang Taigong fishes, and those who wish to take the bait are all based on fate.

Originally, I planned to sell [-] volumes today, which would be considered good, but who would have thought that the people on the first floor would have no time to speak, and suddenly a lazy man's voice came from the three ends, "Bring fifty volumes and send them up!"

Everyone looked up one after another, and old man Wan was also shocked and curious. When he looked up, that simple and sleepy face was imprinted in his eyes. He was so frightened that he hurriedly stood up from his seat, and quickly knelt on the ground:

"It's really hysterical. I didn't expect you, Senior Chang, to come to this kind of place. Wan Mou's death is not a pity, and I beg you to spare my life!"

The man standing upstairs was wearing a vermilion gourd with his arms folded around his chest, his eyes half-closed, "Don't worry, if you speak nicely of me, can I still eat you?

Come up to discuss matters, there is a big opportunity for you. "

After Chang Zizai finished speaking, he turned back into the private room, everyone downstairs looked at me and I looked at you, and finally they gloated, "Tsk tsk tsk, everything is known, everything is known, don't you know everything? What happened today? Maybe senior Chang of Chilongmen is upstairs."

Wanshizhi looked around with a bitter face, and walked up the stairs with heavy steps.

What these casual cultivators are most afraid of is being bullied by the disciples of the big school. Most people don't believe that the disciples of the big school will hand out any benefits. Having dealt with each other, I was always afraid in the bottom of my heart.

After coming to the third floor, I looked at the door, and the inside often said casually: "Come in."

Wan Shizhi shivered and pushed open the door and walked closer, seeing the scene inside, his calves were bent, and he knelt on the ground: "Wan Mou..."

"Hahaha, Brother Wan, don't need to be afraid. After listening to your speech below, Pindao thought it was a wonderful anecdote, so he decided to do something and needed your help. What do you think?"

The person who spoke was Zhong Ziyan, and there were more than two or three people sitting in the whole Baoting, besides Jian Yong, Chang Zizai, Zhang Bromide, Su Lie and Jiang Yuzhou, there were also Situ Feipeng, Situ Feiyun and Situ Youfang, Knowing everything has lived for hundreds of years, and it is rare for groups with such identities to appear at the same time.

Zhong Ziyan smiled and said a few words to dispel his doubts, and in his hand was a small flag with the word "General" written on it. The jade pole was very new, as if it had just been made: "I called my brother this time to invite you Write an edict of Jujiang, and use my Chilongmen [Jujiang Banner] as a fuss, just listen carefully..."

After half a stick of incense, Wanshizhi stood up excitedly, "Of course it's not difficult, Master Zhong, don't worry, this is my famous masterpiece of Wanshizhi, and I will definitely not insult the opportunity you gave me."

Zhong Ziyan stroked his beard and nodded, staring at the old man with interest.Heart said: 'everything knows', this is really a good name.