Eternal gate

"Money is a good thing."

Mr. Zhao walked through the bustling Nanhuang City Long Street with his hands in his hands. He had been muttering these words all the way.

The domain gate is also a good thing, so ordinary people can’t afford it! Every transmission costs a lot of money.

"Swallow one for me!"

"Get lost."

"Hey....!"

The eternal world is very lively, and there are constant shouts.

Long Yuan and Xian Lei were restless, and the Hun Tian Huo was melting the flames. They were just wandering around, commonly known as...causing trouble.

Hun Tianhuo is not what it used to be. It has merged with the true dragon karma fire and can speak. It has a good temper.

However, it has the confidence to say this.

Along the way, it has swallowed a lot of fire.

In addition, it has a good predecessor, and the origin of fire shows signs of being retro. If you want to tease people with it, you are looking for scolding.

"Donor, your hall is dark!"

Passing by the corner of the street, Zhao Yun suddenly heard the sound.

Looking sideways, I saw an old Taoist sitting cross-legged in front of the table. He was a fortune teller, and he looked very presentable.

However, this guy is not a magic stick. Judging from his aura, he is at least a quasi-immortal king. He is not really proficient in deduction, but he uses fortune-telling to deceive people.

Zhao Yun came up and sat at the table.

He was not interested in the darkening of Yintang. What interested him was the Bagua mirror placed in front of the old Taoist.

That's a good thing, with extraordinary meaning.

The most extraordinary thing is that there is an ancient character engraved on the Bagua Mirror. If you read it correctly, it is the character Dunjia Tian.

He was very surprised. Since there was a Dunjia Tianzi, why didn't he feel it? Or was it that the Tianzi hadn't woken up yet?

"My little friend, you will be in trouble."

The old Taoist pinched his beard and spoke seriously.

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves and placed many strange things on the table, including Buddhist rosary beads, Taoist wooden swords, and evil spells.

"Choose one at will to help you get out of trouble. If you choose them all, your path to immortality will be smooth." The old Taoist smiled amiably, but it was serious nonsense.

Zhao Yun couldn't help but take a deep breath after hearing this.

This old man is really interesting. When he sells something, he just says he is selling something, and the whole hall is dark and gaudy.

"I want this." Mr. Zhao pretended to be dumbfounded and pointed at the Bagua Mirror. There were so many things on the table, and this one was the most valuable. It was a Dunjia Tianzi.

"Make a good relationship."

The old Taoist smiled and turned over the Bagua Mirror.

Only then did Zhao Yun see that there was a price marked on the back of the Bagua Mirror. Take a look! He's just an old bastard who sells stuff.

"Thank you, senior, for solving the problem."

Zhao Yun is also a good actor, and the other party acted seriously, so he had to cooperate, didn't he? Everyone gets what they need!

The old Taoist took the money, and the old Taoist smiled happily.

It seems that he does this often. When he sees someone passing by, he will tell the person to go dark and lure them over. A combination of frightening and deception can always sell something.

Of course, he also got beaten for it.

Not everyone is as good-tempered as this one.

"I've been looking for you for a while."

The roc came from one direction, walking as fast as the wind.

Looking at him looking free and easy, the baby must be sold out.

"This fellow Taoist, your hall is dark!"

Before Zhao Yun could speak, he heard the old Taoist's words.

This guy is possessed by drama, and he repeated what he said to Zhao Yun just now, word for word.

"You're such a naughty old man." Dapeng didn't waste any words. He picked up Zhao Yun and left. If it weren't for something urgent, he would have overturned the guy's table and left the guy pretending to be a magician in the middle of the night.

"Not polite." The old Taoist disagreed.

He is not a magic stick, he is a quasi-immortal king.

Here, Dapeng dragged Zhao Yun and passed through the figures all the way. During the process, he bumped into many people and provoked too many curses.

"What's going on with you?" Zhao Yun asked.

"We found that guy." Dapeng said bitterly.

"who?"

"The one that locks my soul."

"What kind of cultivation?"

"I hope you will be the Immortal King."

"How embarrassing."

Zhao Yundun became energetic and his eyes sparkled.

I didn’t get enough money, so I just had to make a robbery!

The two of them came to a teahouse one after another.

After finding a seat by the window, Dapeng pointed to the restaurant opposite and cursed, "That's the old guy."

Zhao Yun followed his gesture and looked around, and saw an old man in a python robe sitting on the second floor of the restaurant, also by the window, enjoying a drink with a leisurely attitude.

"Do it or not." Dapeng poked Zhao Yun.

"We must do it." Mr. Zhao moved his wrist.

The two ordered a pot of tea. The other was drinking in the restaurant, while they were drinking tea here and robbing! But you can't stay in the city. It won't be too late to tie him up after he leaves the city.

The night is getting darker.

The pedestrians on the street gradually dispersed.

Under Zhao Yunwang's gaze, the old man in the python robe finally got up. Otherwise, he was in the quasi-immortal king realm. He was so dazzling that he didn't even leave the door. He stepped out of the window and climbed up step by step. Gone to the sky.

Zhao Yun and Dapeng stood up, and Ma Liu followed.

As long as the other party has no help, everything is easy to talk about.

"Watch his sword."

The clouds and smoke in the dream, a sudden word.

Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, "Do you recognize him?"

"He is from the Baji Temple."

"It's not that enemies don't get together!"

Zhao Yun sneered, knowing that the Baji Temple was there.

In the past, the Baji Heavenly Lord who was chasing him and Bu Niantian came from the Baji Temple. The old guy was just like the Sunset Immortal King. He was not a good bird and almost killed him.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The two of them walked out of Nanhuang Ancient City, one on the left and the other on the right.

Looking forward, you can see the back of the old man in python robe.

The guy was probably too drunk, or maybe he liked the feeling of being drunk, so much so that he staggered every step of the way while walking on the air.

It wasn't until he passed by a barren mountain that he realized something was wrong. He looked back subconsciously and felt that someone was following him.

"That's good."

Zhao Yun and Dapeng are not slow, they can kill them in two or three seconds, even in the barren mountains! A great place to kill people and buy goods.

The old man in the python robe narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at Zhao Yun, and then glanced at Dapeng. He didn't think anything of Zhao Yun. When he looked at Dapeng, he looked strange, as if he had seen this guy somewhere.

"You followed me all the way, are you going to rob?" The old man in the python robe smiled faintly, and instantly resolved his drunkenness, and the power and aura of the quasi-immortal king were fully revealed.

"What do you think?"

Dapeng could not suppress his anger and immediately transformed into his true form.

The golden-winged roc! With a bloodline comparable to that of a divine beast, its physique is unusually domineering, and its entire body is golden, like a sun shining through the darkness.

When the old man in python robe saw this, his eyes suddenly shone.

No wonder it looked familiar, it turned out to be the roc bird.

"watch out."

Dapeng roared loudly, and spread its wings to sweep through the hurricane. The sword energy and sword chants resounded throughout the sky.

"You don't know what you can do."

The old man in python robe sneered and brushed the sky with his big hand.

The sword energy hurricane was destroyed, and the roc was also knocked back.

What a pity!

Zhao Yun strode across the void with one step, and struck with a domineering punch. The terrifying force of the punch distorted the space he struck.

"You dare to attack me, little Dongxu?"

The python-robed old man's eyes were full of contempt, and he struck the sky with another palm, destroying Zhao Yun's fist seal, and Zhao Yun was shocked and groaned.

Quasi-immortal kings are also divided into strong and weak ones, and the quasi-immortal king in front of him is much stronger than the white-bearded old man before.