The task of doing live advertising was taken over by Chen Gan.

After more than half an hour of serious attempts, he finally let the withered flower branch in front of him grow a small leaf.

So, he was overjoyed and tirelessly showed passers-by this "resurrection" technique in front of free labor.

It's a pity, maybe it's too ridiculous, right?

There was no business for a long time, until two hours later, a man in a suit and leather shoes, who looked like a housekeeper, came up.

"Does the little gentleman really have the magic to bring the dead back to life?" This housekeeper, who was about fifty years old, wearing a clean and neat suit and meticulously combed his hair, had an elite temperament, and asked Chen Yifan, who was sleeping on Chen Yifan's recliner.

"Seriously, don't save it!" Chen Yifan opened one eye, glanced at the housekeeper, turned over, and continued to run his own exercises, taking a nap.

There are really too many dog-like "elites" in this world, stepping on blood and bones to reach the top.

These people, as long as they don't provoke themselves, Chen Yifan will not kill them, because they will come to see him sooner or later.

But since he is dead, of course, it is impossible to save him.

"Since you really have such ability, why don't you save it, isn't it a swagger?" The old butler looked slightly gloomy and asked with a sneer.

Obviously, he doesn't have much patience, and his humility at the beginning is already unique, and in the case of Chen Yifan's interest, it is best to invite him back like this.

If not, he has the means.

"What you say is ridiculous, according to you, if you have money, why don't you give me a little?"

"If you don't want to save it, you don't want to save it." Chen Yifan waved his hand.

The old housekeeper glanced at Chen Yifan gloomily, and then turned around and left with some anger.

"Young man, if you can really come back to life, I advise you to promise him earlier!"

"If you can't...... Hey, boy, you're in trouble, you're in trouble! On the opposite side, a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and a mustache stroked his mustache and said.

"Young man, you'd better hurry up and get away! Nakui is the eldest housekeeper of Wang Chongfeng's family, and this piece of market is "covered" by their family. At a booth next to her, an aunt dressed like a goddess advised.

"You're worried, a little thing, don't be afraid." Chen Yifan turned his head, raised his hand to the stall owners who advised him, and said with a smile.

The stall owners' warnings were not unreasonable, and it didn't take long for a few tall thugs to blackmail Chen Yifan's father and son on the grounds of occupying space and collecting protection money.

"I've paid the rent, so why should I pay you protection money? Go, go, go! Don't disturb my business! Chen Yifan still lay down and didn't get up, and waved to a few gangsters.

The ability to resurrect the dead is indeed a bit against the sky, causing others to covet it, or to control it delusionally, which is normal.

If he only had this ability, Chen Yifan naturally wouldn't dare to show it in such a high-profile manner.

But the question is, is this all he has?

No!

Controlling life and death is actually just my side business, my main business is to destroy the Three Realms and be invincible in the world!

According to their previous routines, a few gangsters looked vicious and threatened, but when they saw Chen Yifan's attitude, they couldn't help frowning.

Looking at the back of the stall again, the little doll of three or four years old kneeling on the small stool did not look at them, which immediately made them feel insulted.

Can't they even scare a little brat?

"Bang!" With a loud bang, a thug slapped the table of the stall set up by Chen Yifan.

This time, he carried enough strength.

Under normal circumstances, the stall should have collapsed.

However, the immediate situation is ......

Sao Nian, who had just shown a fierce light on his face and slapped the table with a fierce face, was so painful that he couldn't speak at this time, his face was full of bared teeth, and his other hand held his palm that hurt to death under a blow, and gradually squatted down, hissing like a dog.

"Does your hand hurt? I've never seen anyone so stupid. Chen Yifan finally sat up from his recliner, looked at this young man with a look of surprise, and asked him.

Even Chen Qian looked at the little gangster like a fool: "You are not stupid, this table is made of Tiangang fine stone, can your hands be so hard?" ”

"What bullshit Tiangang Essence Stone? You two listen to me, come with us now, or ......" The other thug looked at him, no, this brother has lost all their faces.

So, he made a ruthless appearance on the spot and pulled out a long knife.

"Nine Rank Magic Weapon! It's a control weapon! When the surrounding stall owners looked at it, they couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

With the rise of cultivation, kitchen knives or something, naturally, can't cause much harm to people, so they are all relaxed.

However, there is still a new control system, and the carrying and use of more than five grade magic weapons requires a high-level magic weapon certificate.

To apply for this certificate, there will be certain requirements for the applicant's net worth background, social relations, and strength assessment, and all of them meet the standards before they can pass the application.

The few gangsters in front of them are obviously the kind of people who can't pass the application, and they are illegally possessing high-level magic weapons.

Hearing the exclamations of the stall owners around him, a trace of satisfaction and smugness flashed in the eyes of the little thug who drew his knife.

This is the effect they want, as a gangster, in fact, they don't want to cut people unless necessary, and they mainly scare.

But if the other party doesn't cooperate, then it should be cut and cut!

For example, at this time, as if to find the field, this knife-wielding Sao Nian chopped on the corner of the table in Chen Yifan's stall to regain the lost face of his companion just now.

"Boom ......"

However, with a crisp sound, his ninth-order magic weapon was broken.

“……”

Everyone was silent for a while, and the little thug with the knife didn't react for a while, staring at the table and the broken long knife in amazement.

What kind of table is this, the nine-grade magic weapon can't be broken?

"Father, I think this uncle has a bit of a problem with his intelligence, so I told him that it was Tiangang Jingshi's table." After a long time, Chen Qian said to Chen Yifan with a serious face.

The corners of a few thugs twitched at the corners of their mouths, glaring at Chen Qian, even a little fart kid dared to laugh at them, today is really a hard stubble!

"Look for death! Let Grandpa and I discipline you for your dad today! A thug grabbed Chen Gan.

Chen Qian's three- or four-year-old little man looks really easy to bully, like a milk doll that can be slapped to death.

Today's vote is a bit evil, they don't dare to provoke Chen Yifan, who is lying on the recliner and has a bit of a superior demeanor, thinking, take this little doll, are you afraid that he will not comply?

However......

They still think too simply.

Seeing their movements, Chen Yifan didn't say he was nervous, he ignored it, just turned over and lay down, and continued to watch the play.