One was a young white-haired monk sitting cross-legged on a black felt cloth.

One was a half-squatting plain gray-robed shabby monk.

The two of them sat opposite each other, waving their hands slightly from time to time, smiling, and casually saying something about the major events of the cultivation on the mountain.

There is quite a bit of a majestic appearance of guarding the empty city alone and facing the army.

And there was an old man with majestic eyes standing beside him.

Whether it was a white-haired monk with a young face or a shabby monk in a plain gray robe, none of them whispered like a child, and they talked to each other wantonly.

Fortunately, the two monks who are not on the side of the upper three realms have the means that are not weaker than the strong monks of the upper three realms.

The white-haired monk with a young face, the white robe draped over his body, and the gold embroidered gluttonous patterns on it, seemed to be alive, as if he was eating something.

Eating raw into the prying eyes of others, and the horizontal gaze, plus the golden robe inside, so in other words, the ordinary upper three realms, if not a little more careful eyes, are also unable to see the young white-haired monk with a face.

As for the gray-robed shabby monk on the side, it was even simpler, a layer of translucent divine soul power tightly wrapped around the whole body.

These ordinary monks in the middle three realms and the lower three realms in the ghost market can't see the reason even if they look through their eyes.

Fortunately, the two of them used this kind of method of being a powerhouse in the upper three realms, otherwise, the monks who passed by everywhere, just hearing the two of them, could scare to death the scaly words of the Xuanhuang of the Middle Three Realms, and they always had to squint their eyes, glance at them, and then be pushed away by the people behind them, but when they left, they would not forget a low murmur similar to: "Could it be two idiots!".

Between the two, it's still what you say and I say.

The white-haired young monk who was not bad for money all gasped, raised his head, poured down the mouth Xun Longzao, smashed it, and said suspiciously: "Daoyou, this price can't be casually twisted, right? No wonder there are often monks who say that the shop next to the Four Seas Xuanqi Pavilion is a completely black shop."

Wu Chen shook his head and said, "What Daoyou wants is not small, if it weren't for the sake of being so attached to Daoyou, this would still be a big discount." ”

After looking up and pouring a mouthful of Xun Longzao, the young white-haired monk almost said in a voice that popped out between his teeth: "Okay, it's decided, I hope that fellow Daoists don't lose their words, otherwise it will ......."

Wu Chen showed a mouthful of porcelain white teeth, but his face was extremely serious: "Daoist friends can rest assured, small business, otherwise, my pawnshop has a good reputation guarantee for tens of thousands of years." ”

The white-haired monk with a young face pursed his lips, but did not refute a single thing.

In the world, no one dared to claim that he had a history of tens of thousands of years, at most it was a sentence of nearly 10,000 years, and the only thing that could say that he had a history of tens of thousands of years was the forces of Middle Earth, after all, it was created by the ancestor of 10,000 years ago.

Therefore, after hearing Wu Chen's words, with a reputation for thousands of years, the white-haired monk with a young face could be said to have bright eyes.

Wu Chen on the side was secretly thinking, if you don't pretend to be one, I'm afraid you won't know the height of the sky.

It's just that when Wu Chen looked at the white-haired monk with a young face unconsciously, and raised his head to take a bite of Xunlong that he had bought with a full five purple crystals, he couldn't hang on his face anymore.

He reminded him kindly: "Although this wine is good, don't be greedy." ”

The white-haired monk with a young face naturally adhered to the idea of taking one more sip and scooping it up, waved his hand and said, "Don't get in the way, don't get in the way." ”

However, under the sharp gaze of Wu Chen's eyes, he poured the last big mouthful, and then returned the pour.

Wu Chen snorted lightly and took it.

I have made up my mind, who loves to be polite in the future.

The white-haired slim body with a young face suddenly made a wine gap, and his whole body trembled.

The young face with no traces on the surface suddenly revealed the slightest crack, like porcelain about to be shattered, and it was like a porcelain doll full of cracks.

Wu Chen's eyes were extremely good, and he could see that there was a faint golden light flowing under the chaotic net.

The masons of the secular dynasty under the mountain would often mend the cracks in their walls, paste a little mud and stone slurry where there were cracks, and put a beam on a pillar where the strong roots were unstable.

If it is repaired from time to time, it may happen on a sudden stormy day, and the wall will crack and the house will collapse.

This is probably the case with the young-faced, white-haired monks.

Wu Chen looked at the other party, but he admired the white-haired monk with a young face in front of him, his face was young, but he was really not young.

At least nearly 500 years have passed.

Just in terms of this No. 1 in Zhongzhou, you can't run away.

can be cultivated in the middle three realms as the age of living in the upper three realms, and the end of life is not comparable.

It's just that these three realms are just three realms in the end.

When the water is full, it overflows, but the monk does not have that overflowing mouth, not that there is none, but because the overflow is too narrow, and only the monks of the upper three realms can pass through it.

Under the upper three realms, if you can't break through that overflow, it will be like the white-haired monk with a young face in front of Wu Chen, and the skin will be almost shattered like a porcelain doll.

Shouyuan was originally determined by heaven, and the monk's cultivation was to go against the sky, but the white-haired monk with a young face was not just going against the sky, he was simply going against the sky.

The white-haired monk with a young face seemed to notice the strange light in Wu Chen's eyes, and his palm unconsciously touched the oval jade plate hanging from the waist of his inner robe, gently rubbing it.

Strange to say, the dark golden light on the face disappeared in an instant, and with it, there were invisible scars on the face.

But the expression on the young monk's face was particularly painful.

All this is just a fleeting thing in the eyes of ordinary monks, but in the eyes of the young-faced monks and Wu Chen, it is a long, long time.

Wu Chen's eyes suddenly froze, and he saw the oval blue-brown wooden plaque that the white-haired monk with a young face hung on his waist.

I laughed inexplicably.

The young-faced, white-haired monk suddenly became nervous.

stared at Wu Chen and blurted out, "You, have you seen it?"

Wu Chen closed his eyes tightly and folded his hands on his sleeves, as if he was thinking about something.

Then he opened his eyes and said a completely inappropriate answer: "Relax, you can't die in a short time, even if you want to die, you can't die." ”

The young-faced monk was suddenly stunned, and looked at Wu Chen especially stupidly.

The corners of his mouth opened and closed, and he said, "Really?"

Wu Chen bowed his head lightly and said, "Well, really." ”

Then he looked up, and it was still black, but it was not so black.