The royal capital of the Fang Dynasty, the eastern city.

The sky was slightly bright, and the fish belly was white. The morning star is faint, the light moon is still hanging in the sky, and a yellow paper lantern is lit up at the head of Wutong Willow Lane.

"Whew, it's cold. ”

Liu Laohan blew a breath of hot air, rubbed his palms, rolled up his sleeves, pushed out his iron cart, and by the way, pulled out the dry firewood in the courtyard, and began to light the fire, set up a stall, and sell wontons.

After a while, the big bone soup in the pot began to boil and spread everywhere.

"Lao Liu, I'm out of the stall again this morning. ”

The old man Huang of the door smelled the smell, pushed open the courtyard door on time, said hello with a smile, and sat down at the wooden table: "It's still the same, give me a bowl of wontons! Give me three or two loose wines! I have to say, in addition to your wontons for breakfast, I really can't get used to eating them, once I went to Fengxiang Building, tasted the crystal wontons there, and still think your wontons here are delicious!"

"Okay!"

Liu Laohan smiled with a smile on his face, answered, quickly scooped up a bowl of wontons, poured fragrant bone broth, sprinkled with chopped green onions, and brought it to Old Man Huang's table.

If you take a closer look, these wontons are crystal plump, with thin skin and many fillings, exuding an attractive aroma that makes people's appetite move.

"Ahh

Old man Huang picked one up, swallowed it in his stomach, took another sip of cold wine, and suddenly let out an extremely satisfied **: "It's so good! If Lao Liu doesn't come out of the stall in the future, where can I go to eat such a good wonton! It's heartbreaking to think about it! By the way, Lao Liu, don't you want to continue the string, I think this craft of yours can be passed down from generation to generation!"

This Liu Laohan is loyal and honest, praised by neighbors in the Quartet, and has accumulated a rich net worth by selling wontons for 30 years.

In the eyes of the matchmaker's wife, he is also a fragrant glutton, and even the East Street Silk Village, the white-skinned and beautiful little weaver girl has taken a fancy to him.

"Hehe, people are old and don't have this mind. ”

Liu Laohan smiled honestly and continued to pinch the wontons, its practice makes perfect, three in a second, it can be said that it is almost Tao.

In less than a cup of tea, the wooden drawer was full of wontons, enough to sell for a morning.

"yes. We ordinary people, the wine color and wealth are enough, the dignitaries and dignitaries, and the cultivation of immortality is something that ordinary people like us can covet. Hey...... It's strange, usually at this time, people almost come out, walking birds, fishing, fishing, why is there no figure today. ”

Old man Huang snorted, swallowed a whole piping hot ravioli, and took another sip of hot soup, and his whole body was suddenly warm.

He turned his head and looked around a few times.

The whole Wutong Willow Alley is surprisingly quiet, and it seems that even the crickets in the courtyard no longer chirp.

Suddenly, a figure in green clothes appeared around the corner, eight feet tall, a handsome man with a jade tree in the wind, his hair was scattered, he was wearing a gold ring on the middle of his left hand, and a biqin was tied with a white cloth behind him.

The piano was taller than a man, and it was all popping out of his head.

"Shopkeeper, let's have a bowl of ravioli. ”

The man in Tsing Yi walked over, shouted, smiled at Old Man Huang friendly, sat next to him, untied Biqin very casually, and put it on the table.

looks like a dusty man.

"Okay, wait, officer. ”

Liu Laohan answered, and skillfully scooped up his wontons and put them into bowls.

In less than ten breaths, the wontons are served.

"Thank you, don't look for it. ”

The man in Tsing Yi smiled politely, took out a purple stone the size of a walnut from his cuff, and placed it on the table.

"What a beautiful stone......! Could it be a Star Spirit Stone?"

The old man Huang next to him had bright eyes, and saw that the stone was crystal clear, boxy, shining and flowing with purple fluorescence, as if it was the most beautiful gem and jade in the world, so pure that it made people intoxicated.

It is even brighter and more moving than the night pearl in His Majesty's crown!

Could this man in Tsing Yi be a star master?

"I'm sorry, this guest officer, the villain has a small business, you don't dare to accept this treasure jade. This bowl of wontons is invited by the villain, and the guest officer please use it slowly. ”

Liu Laohan leaned over, looking a little nervous.

Tsk, this old man Liu is really too honest!

Seeing this scene, Old Man Huang shook his head again and again in his heart, if it was him, he would have been grateful to the ground and immediately accepted this priceless gem.

"How does this work?"

At this time, the man in Tsing Yi smiled: "I never eat overlord meals." Besides, I still have more than 200,000 such gems on my body, and I just give you one, which is a drop in the bucket. ”

As soon as these words came out, a flash of surprise flashed in Liu Laohan's eyes.

Before he could speak, the man in Tsing Yi picked up his chopsticks, picked up a wonton, leaned down and sniffed lightly, and couldn't help nodding his head again and again:

"Not bad, not bad! The skin of this wonton is a good ground noodle, the skin is crispy and crispy, even if it is the imperial chef in the palace, it is only this level. Moreover, this soup is made from the finest large pork bones, and it has been boiled for three hours, and it is completely delicious!"

"That's it! Liu Laohan has been selling wontons here for decades, and whoever eats them has to give a thumbs up! Even the prince in the palace has come here and tried it!"

The old man Huang next to him licked his smiling face and echoed.

I am going to make a friendship with this star master, and I will have a face to talk about after dinner in the neighborhood of Sifang Street in the future.

"I see!"

The man in Tsing Yi smiled and bowed his head, and under the gaze of Liu Laohan, he opened his mouth and was about to swallow the wonton, when at this moment, he suddenly let out a surprise and frowned: "Huh...... The aroma of this wonton, how can it have the taste of a dream ecstasy flower, legend has it that this dream ecstasy flower is colorless and tasteless, and even a Jindan master can easily be stunned. Moreover, why is the meat of the wonton so like...... What about human flesh!"

At this time, he turned his head and looked at Liu Laohan fixedly, as if he was smiling: "Yan Mullet Daoyou, I wonder if you can explain?"

Swish!

As soon as these words came out, the space in a radius instantly froze, and darkness came like a tide, drowning everything.

All that was left was the yellow paper lantern, the crackling firewood in the iron pot, and the star spirit stone chalcedony on the table emitting a faint glow.

Illuminating the Quartet.

"People...... Human flesh!"

Old man Huang didn't notice anything unusual, and shook his head: "Don't talk nonsense about this son! This is too scary! Old man Liu has been selling wontons here for decades, and everyone knows that the meat of his wontons was bought at the meat market three miles away early in the morning, and it is very fresh! Also, this old man Liu's real name ......."

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Laohan's whole body sounded like fried beans, and his rickety figure suddenly soared, like a majestic mountain range rising, his appearance changed suddenly, and he turned into a middle-aged man in a black robe with a gloomy expression!

The whole body exudes a terrifying aura, shocking all things!

All this is only between the lightning and flint.

"Boy! In the middle of the Qiankun Realm, he dares to come to trouble Uncle Ben!

The black-robed middle-aged man snorted disdainfully, and his figure flashed, and the person retreated into the darkness around him and disappeared.

It's Yan mullet!

Taizhumen Ghost Road Demon Cultivation!

At the same time, inside the wonton held by the man in Tsing Yi with chopsticks, an incomparably small meat particle burst out with a trace of black gas.

It's about to explode!

This is the Thunderbolt Demon Thunder Bead of Taizhu Gate, which contains Yin Damage Demon Thunder, and even the Leakless Golden Pill can corrode. When the explosion began, all the ground within a radius of 900 miles was razed to the ground, and the violent poisonous gas swept through, and all things were wiped out, and within a thousand years, not a single grass was grown.

That's why the Assassins found these lists tricky.

Hiding in the mundane city, if you don't agree with a word, you will directly explode the thunder beads, and the mortals around you will definitely die. Even if the murderer is captured afterwards, the tens of millions of mortals who died will not be resurrected, and this karmic karma will still not escape.

At least half of it has to be borne by you.

Therefore, to deal with these mad, cruel and unenlightened demons, it is necessary to live forever. But where does the immortal giant have the time to cook these miscellaneous fish, and he may not even be able to get any benefits.

It's too late, it's too soon.

Yan Mullet stimulated his supernatural powers, hid in all directions, and detonated the thunderbolt demon thunder bead in the wonton, thinking that the demon thunder bead would definitely be able to blow up the man in green clothes.

Unexpectedly, an unexpected scene appeared.

The man in Tsing Yi grabbed it with his big hand, and between the moments, he grabbed the whole wonton directly with his bare hands.

Rumble.

The Thunderbolt Demon Thunder Bead exploded, and the Yin Damage Demon Thunder, which was enough to destroy the entire Fang Dynasty Royal Capital, expanded dramatically, and then ...... It only shook the palm of the man in green clothes three times.

"Tsk, Yan Daoyou, you can't make this thunder bead. ”

The man in Tsing Yi shook his hand, the golden snake divine thunder in his palm dispersed, and he turned his head to stare at the yellow paper lantern: "Besides, your Demon Dao Spirit Treasure made of Martial Saint skin looks okay, but it can't stop my sword! ”

Quiescence!

Deathly silence!

"Ahh

At this time, Old Man Huang finally reacted, screaming, trembling all over his body, and couldn't even hold chopsticks steadily.

"Don't panic. ”

Hearing this, the man in Tsing Yi smiled slightly, his smile seemed to have a soothing magic, and the old man Huang quickly calmed down, fell into a deep sleep, and bowed his head on the table.

"Who the hell are you!"

At this moment, a low voice was heard in the darkness.

The yellow paper lantern flew in the air, and between the rotations of Yingying, it exuded a strange blood light, a resentful ghost king, an invulnerable blood zombie, and a golden-clothed martial saint corpse puppet, hideous and abnormal, it actually flew out of it and landed around the man in Tsing Yi, forming a triangle and surrounding him.

"The ghost king at the peak of the Qiankun Palace, the blood stiffness of the power of forty-three thousand dragons, and the true disciple of the Tanuki Xuanmen, the Martial Saint. Yan Daoyou, your subordinates are a little rich!"

However, the man in Tsing Yi chuckled, without the slightest fear on his face, leisurely, and with a flick of his hand, an extra black scroll appeared on the table.

"The Immortal Seeking Axis of the Assassin's Palace!"

A frightened shout sounded, and the darkness was surging and agitating, surging like a tide, condensing countless fierce ghosts, densely packed, covering nine heavens and ten earths, surrounded by an iron bucket.

The next moment, these powerful ghosts, as well as the ghost king, blood stiffened, and the golden-clothed martial saint pounced together!

What's even more amazing is that in the void, dozens of Thunderbolt Demon Thunder Beads shot out, and they actually flew out in all directions.

To blow up the entire Fang Dynasty King to pieces, there are no chickens and dogs!

"Hahahaha! What if you are a member of the Assassin's Palace? If you want to catch me, you will daydream! Die, die, die! This thousand-mile radius, 22 million mortals, will die innocently in vain! This cause and effect will turn into a calamity and be added to your head! When it is time for you to cross the calamity, the karma will be compounded, and I will see how you will die!"

With a wild laugh, Yan mullet turned into a black light and flew away.

There were also three golden rays of light on his body, which seemed to have inspired some sharp talisman, and in an instant, he directly escaped for eight hundred miles.

Compared with a second-grade Jindan monk, the escape technique is not inferior at all!