The fifth layer of the Abyss Continent, an unnamed town in the Eastern Regions.

"I have a stick, but I can fight cats, fight dogs, rubble, open iron, invincible town for decades, no enemy! Anyone who wants to join our beggars? The registration fee is only ten taels of silver, and it will not wait for the expiration! ”

"Cut, you just blow it! What about the beggars? Isn't it just a leading stinky meal? Get out, don't bother the little master to ask the immortal to ask, or I'll kick you to death! ”

On a busy street, a young man in brocade impatiently drove away a dirty old beggar.

"Hmph, uninformed boy, my dog beating stick is also a kung fu handed down by the gods." The old beggar walked away in a huff, still muttering.

And just as the old beggar was turning, he suddenly stepped on something hard under his feet.

"Hey, what is this?"

The old beggar curiously picked up the lump of iron on the ground, spat at the foam, and then wiped the dust off it with the clothes on his chest.

"City of Nothingness?" The old beggar was amazed!

He was illiterate, but he could understand at a glance what the words on this iron lump meant?

The old beggar whispered: "Is this also a fairy fate?" ”

Although it was not clear, the old beggar also knew that this iron lump was an extraordinary thing, so he hurriedly took the guy he wanted to eat and ran to a remote place.

"How the hell is this thing going to be used? Do you want to drip blood and refine like the legendary immortals? ”

The old beggar was a little hesitant.

After all, it is said that there will be accidents when immortals refine treasures, so wouldn't he be even more dangerous?

If something goes wrong, his life of a woman who has never enjoyed it will be gone!

"No matter, let's fight."

Eventually, the old beggar figured it out, and slashed his finger with the edge of his broken bowl and dripped a drop of blood on the mysterious lump of iron.

In an instant, the old beggar disappeared completely, without even a trace of spatial fluctuations.

The entire fifth layer of the Abyss Continent was unnoticed.

In the blink of an eye, the old beggar suddenly appeared in front of a huge city gate that was incomparably vast.

This city gate is thousands of feet high, as if it is carved from a whole piece of bluestone white jade, and there are dragons and phoenixes carved on it.

"Hahahaha! Immortal fate! My old man really met the fairy fate, hahahahahaha! ”

The old beggar excitedly ran forward and hugged the bluestone and white jade city gate, stroking up and down with both hands, as if he was holding not a stone in his arms, but a peerless beauty.

After stroking for a while, the old beggar looked around and found that there did not seem to be any legendary immortals here, so he became a thief, carefully took out a knife from his bosom, and aimed it at the city gate.

This is the jade of the fairy world, just knocking off a piece is enough for him to be free for most of his life!

The old beggar was about to make a move, when a figure appeared beside him out of thin air without warning.

"Bow down to the ancestors!"

The old beggar was instantly frightened, thinking that the immortals of this immortal city had returned.

The old beggar kowtowed a few times, trembling uncontrollably, afraid that the immortal would condemn him.

After all, he was planning to steal just now, if the immortals found out......

Thinking of this, the old beggar's body trembled even more, and he didn't even dare to raise his head.

"What kind of place is this? Who are you? A cry of terror reached the old beggar's ears.

"Isn't it an immortal?"

The old beggar looked sideways slightly.

The person who suddenly appeared was just a man dressed in tatters, and his hair was very short and flat, and he seemed to be a monk in the temple.

"It's scared to death." The old beggar got up slowly and patted the dust that was not there.

The man was horrified: "You...... Who are you? ”

The man had a thin yellow face, a strange red spot on his face and neck, and looked like he was dying.

"I haven't asked you who you are?"

The old beggar replied impatiently.

I thought it was an immortal, but I didn't expect it to be a poor monk who escaped from the temple, and he was embarrassed.

Hearing the old beggar say this, the yellow-faced and thin-skinned man seemed to reflexively open his mouth, and said in a stiff tone: "I...... I'm Dustman 3852 and I'm from ...... District 23, No. 116, you ...... Who are you? ”

The old beggar didn't understand: "What are you talking about?" The old man is asking what is your name? ”

"What's the name?" The yellow-faced, thin-skinned man asked such a childish question.

"You're not going to be a fool, are you?"

"I ...... I'm not. ”

"Hey, fool, where are you from? Did you also pick up a lump of iron? ”

"Iron pimple, oh, that's what you said."

The yellow-skinned man pulled out a token from his pocket, exactly like the old beggar's.

"That's right, boy, it seems that you, like me, were brought here by the immortals, let's go, old man, I'll take you into the city to have a look, maybe you can meet the great immortals." The old beggar laughed.

"What is an immortal? Can you eat it? ”

"It seems that you are really a fool, let me tell you, immortals are the supreme existence, they turn stones into gold, turn clouds and rain, omnipotent, if we can get a little reward from immortals, then we can eat and drink for a lifetime, and the happiness is endless~endless~ah!"

As he spoke, the old beggar took out a piece of hard steamed bun from his bosom and gnawed it vigorously.

And the yellow-faced and thin-skinned man beside him suddenly stopped when he saw it, a pair of originally godless eyes stared at the oval, and his eyes were full of greed.

"You...... What do you eat? ”

"Steamed buns, what? Are you hungry? ”

"Hmm!" The man nodded emphatically.

Ever since he got Crimson, he was so weak that he couldn't do the heavy lifting.

And not being able to work means that there is no donation to earn, and naturally there is no food to eat.

He hadn't eaten for almost two days and two nights.

Old beggar: "Alas, it seems that you are also a miserable person, take the bowl, and I will share half of it." ”

"Thank you! Thank you! ”

The yellow-faced and thin-skinned man thanked him, his eyes never taking off the hard steamed bun.

The old beggar took off a gourd from his waist, poured some water, and soaked the steamed buns in it.

And at this moment, the eyes of the yellow-faced and thin-skinned man were already straight, and he almost snatched it directly.

After soaking in water for a while, the old beggar picked up the steamed bun and broke it in half with a "click".

"Look at your bear-like appearance, come, here you go."

The old beggar threw half of it to the yellow-skinned man.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! ”

The famous yellow-faced and thin-skinned man thanked him one after another, and then squatted aside in a hungry dog posture and nibbled on the steamed bun that didn't taste very good.

The steamed buns are so hard that even if they are soaked in water, they are still difficult to swallow.

But the yellow-skinned man didn't care at all, he just gnawed frantically.

Even the gums were knocked out of the steamed bun and the blood did not stop, as if this steamed bun was his life.

……