If Wu Luo was a senior talisman, Guo Xiao would definitely choose Wu Luo without hesitation, after all, no one had been able to bring anything out of Heavenly Street for many years.

But in Guo Xiao's eyes, Wu Luo was just a beginner talisman - this couldn't be blamed on him, at that time in Dangyang City, only Elder Tong had in-depth contact with Wu Luo and understood the horror of this young man. Guo Xiao is also hearsay, this young talisman is just getting started, and it is easy to make friends.

It's easy to confuse it with not entering the stream at the beginning, and Guo Xiao made such a mistake. Wu Luo is indeed a beginner, but by no means unpopular.

He gritted his teeth and persevered, coldly watching others despise Wu Luo. To be honest, it is really a bit ungrateful to treat his life-saving benefactor like this, but Guo Xiao is firm in his heart: For the sake of the Great Dao, what is it to give up these worldly emotions?

In the haze, the twilight rose, and the surroundings of Majie Ridge suddenly became hazy, and the outlines of the peaks and trees in the distance gradually blurred.

Everyone suddenly became a little uneasy, and even the monks who pretended to be high and sat alone on the high stone on the side couldn't help but move their bodies, and floated down, and everyone gathered together.

Only Wu Luo, Shi Shiran took out four roast chickens from the storage space, a pot of wine, and devoured them, then yawned, lay down without a sound, and went to Zhou Gong.

Some monks looked at him with disdain, and gave him a comment in their hearts as a "wine bag and rice bag".

This night, these monks, including Guo Xiao, did not close their eyes, only Wu Luo slept sweetly, but Wu Luo did not snore, it was very quiet, so that those monks who looked at him unpleasantly had no excuse to find fault.

At dawn, the sun rose and shone with golden light, and the surrounding fog quickly dissipated under the light, and in a short time, everyone was stunned by the scene unfolding in front of them.

A leisurely small street appeared in front of everyone's eyes, what barren mountains, what woods, all disappeared, and I don't know who could exert such a terrifying supernatural power, under the high vigilance of everyone, unconsciously transferred them.

On both sides of the street, there are people who get up early in the morning, lazily moving the door latch to remove the door panel, a stall on the side of the road, an old man is selling tofu brains, a middle-aged strong man and an old man are eating refreshingly.

On both sides of the street, there are cloth banners, most of which are blue on a white background, embroidered with different fonts, what is Zhang Zhao Wang Chen, but I don't know what these shops sell.

Bang, the door of a small room on the side suddenly opened, Wu Luo stretched out and walked out, rubbed his eyes with his hands, beckoned a clear spring, rinsed his mouth with a bang, and found a toothbrush made of pig's bristles from the storage space, dipped it in white salt and brushed his teeth, and then washed his face.

During the whole process, the monks led by Guo Xiao stared wide-eyed: Does this kid know where this place is?

After Wu Luo finished freshening up, he was refreshed, and smiled: "The seniors of Tianjie are considerate, and when they saw me asleep, they even prepared a bed. ”

Only then did everyone go to see the room where Wu Luo came out just now, and sure enough, there was a bed in the hut, and the quilt had been lifted, and it seemed that Wu Luo had slept just now.

Everyone suddenly went crazy with jealousy, why, this kid is full of wine bags and rice bags, and he just receives such courtesy!

Guo Xiao was moved in his heart, as if he had grasped something. However, he looked at the bedding on the bed in a mess, and shook his head secretly, this Wu Luo, sure enough, is still a little tender, since people give you a bed to sleep on, you naturally have to take advantage of this opportunity, of course, get up and quickly make the bed, leaving a good impression on the seniors of Tianjie. It's a shame that such a great opportunity was let go!

But he didn't know that this was the emperor's style, how could he be so exquisite?

Wu Luo's eyes swept and he saw the stall on the street, and immediately laughed: "There is even breakfast to eat." The thorn scurried over, and when he got closer, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Uncle, how much is a bowl of your tofu brain?"

The old man said: "Two big money and a bowl, Tong Su is not bullied." ”

Wu Luo nodded: "It's affordable for me...... Forget it, I paid for your stall, how much is it in total?"

In his previous life, as the emperor of the Southern Wilderness, Wu Luo's success lies in his cultivation. As for what kind of power tricks, it's really not what he's good at. In this life, he naturally has a lot of surnames, and he no longer has to pretend to be majestic, thinking about the art of the emperor all day long, he is indeed a lot happier.

To say that he arrived at Heavenly Street, he was really not nervous.

Such a dissolute and uninhibited style is only because Wu Luo has confidence, and he is equal to these people in Tianjie. It's as if someone has a request for a member of the court, naturally they are trembling and afraid of offense, just like Guo Xiao and others. And among the members of the imperial court, there is naturally less of this restraint, just like Wu Luo.

The old man picked up a burden, and on one side was a wooden bucket of tofu brain, and the outside of the barrel and the lid of the barrel were wrapped in thick cotton cloth to keep warm.

On the other end are some chopsticks, spices, and a few maza.

"There is still half a bucket, you can give one or two or three pieces of silver. "The old man is fair. Wu Luo stretched out his hand to take out the money, but the middle-aged man on the other side stopped doing it, and snorted and ate the tofu brain in the bowl. got up and said, "You've got it all, this brother and I haven't eaten yet, what should I do?"

Wu Luo was helpless: "This half bucket is not enough for me to eat......"

"You!" The middle-aged man was speechless, and finally said, "Wine bag rice bag!"

He put the bowl down and walked away with his hands behind his back in a huff.

But it was the old man who was clear, who finished eating the tofu brain with taste, touched two big coins from his sleeve and threw them in the bowl, and Shi Shiran left.

Those monks who were watching from a distance, when they heard that Wu Luo was scolded, they felt refreshed, they had long wanted to scold Wu Luo, but they were proud of their demeanor, and they were afraid that people in the sky would peep in the dark, so they suppressed it and didn't dare to say it. Now that the people in Tianjie have said so, Wu Luo will definitely be out of action this time.

Although none of them felt that Wu Luo was a threat, it was always reassuring to be sure that he had been eliminated.

The old man who sells tofu brains is adjusting it, and Wu Luo is eating it.

The old man is skilled, the speed is fast, and Wu Luo also eats very fast, most of the bucket of tofu brain, but after a meal, it all goes into Wu Luo's stomach.

Satisfied with a mouthful, he took out a piece of broken silver from the storage space and gave it to the old man, the old man carefully found the money for him, and Wu Luo picked it up.

Wu Luo saw that the monks in the distance were staring at the old man's wooden barrel, and couldn't help laughing, and whispered to the old man who was collecting the stall: "Your old man's wooden barrel must be made of 10,000-year-old boxwood branches, and the cotton cloth wrapped outside must also be made of fire silk to be strong, otherwise, those people over there are only afraid that they will be disappointed." ”

The old man smiled mysteriously, but didn't say anything, and walked away humming a little song with his burden.

At this time, the sky is bright, and the shops on both sides of the street are open. Guo Xiao and the others frowned, and they couldn't figure out what kind of medicine they bought in this gourd on Bai Bai Street.

As Wu Luo said, these people had been observing from a distance for a long time just now, and they didn't see what kind of precious and terrifying materials the old man's tofu brain stall used. This made them even more uneasy: it must be some kind of precious material that we don't know, inevitably!

There are shops on both sides of the street, including cloth villages, rouge shops, blacksmith shops, calligraphy and painting shops, and so on. Guo Xiao was interested, this time he didn't wait for Wu Luo to raise his feet, he had already rushed into the first cloth village.

The old shopkeeper inside was very enthusiastic, but he had a full businessman face, and handed over a hookah with a smile: "Objective, what kind of material do you want to see?"

Everyone also reacted, and rushed in one after another, Wu Luo shook his head when he looked outside, and didn't go to join in the fun, and turned around and went to the next house.

The second is a blacksmith shop, a middle-aged man who is only as tall as Wu Luo's shoulders, ** wearing his upper body, is clanging iron, and the muscles on his body are as black and strong as tungsten steel.

There is a large bowl on the counter next to the shop, which is the size of an ordinary noodle bowl, and it has been eaten cleanly and has not yet been washed. Wu Luo shook his head secretly, and said casually: "There is no harm to my mother-in-law......

The man glanced at him and said coldly: "If you give me a big job, maybe I can save enough money to marry a wife." ”

Wu Luo looked at the wall, there were nothing more than some swords and shields hanging on the wall, and stepped forward to take a look, the quality was good, but the materials used were only ordinary iron.

Wu Luo pondered for a while, he has a lot of ore, but he doesn't lack any magic weapons. He turned his mind and said, "Who can look at the quality of your goods here?" No wonder you still can't marry a daughter-in-law, and your craftsmanship is not good......

The blacksmith was also an old fox, and he was not provoked by Wu Luo, but repeatedly hammered the red-hot iron on the iron felt, and asked quietly: "If you want good things, you have to have a good price." ”

Wu Luo was very "bold" and took out a gold ingot: "How?"

Cultivators, how can anyone put gold and silver in their eyes? Wu Luo's body was still given to him by Zhou Qingbing when he was in Yangcheng.

When the blacksmith looked at the gold, his eyes were straight, and he grabbed it to see that the bottom of the ingots was engraved with the mark of "Da Zhou Treasury", which was from the treasury, and it was absolutely good!

He laughed, as if his daughter-in-law was right in front of him.

"Come with me!"

There was also a small courtyard behind the blacksmith's shop, and as soon as you entered, you were greeted by a huge long sword that was two feet long and seven feet wide, stuck in the middle of the courtyard like a mountain.

On a large tree hugged by four people on the east side of the courtyard, a bow and crossbow the size of a millstone was hung, and the courtyard wall on the west side was carved out of a whole huge rock, and a frighteningly large copper hammer was embedded in it.

These three weapons, Wu Luo can feel, are not magic weapons, but the aura exuded by each one is not inferior to a magic weapon!

The reason why they are not magic weapons is because no one has sacrificed them.

(To be continued)