"It's a heart rake, there is no word Shangbao"

The dragon had no image of buttoning his teeth, and he lay down on the ridge without a shelf, and raised Erlang's legs.

"It's piracy again" The immortals in this world are pirated, greedy and obsessive, there is no shortage of joy, anger and sorrow, Pan Tao is only nine hundred years old, and the magic weapon is also low-level piracy.

Shangbao Qinxin rake has the help of the five emperors of the five directions, and the six Ding and Liujia have broken their legs. There is also the arrangement of the eight trigrams and stars, which are divided into the sun and the moon, yin and yang.

Zhu Bajie's weapon, when the monster opened the treasure appraisal conference, he didn't pay attention to Sun Monkey'er's iron rod at all, and admired the rake wholeheartedly.

It's just that the rake fell into the hands of the old pig, and it didn't make any effort and didn't shine.

This one in He Cheng's hand was made by Taishang Laojun himself.

"Piracy is better than nothing"

He Cheng carried the Qin Xin rake, more than 5,000 catties, which was only slightly heavier in his hands, after all, he gathered the zombie itself and turned into a human form, and most of his strength was also withdrawn.

"Get bigger!"

The rake didn't move.

"I forgot to tell you, this baby has to have a recipe for the size of Ruyi" The dragon descended with a wicked smile and blinked, his fingers were a little in the air, and a little meteor fell into He Cheng's brain.

He Cheng's lips moved, it was a long string, and when he raised his hand after reading, the rake instantly became larger, and the handle was as thick as the wall pillar that the two people hugged, and the left and right sides were more than ten zhang long, and with a bang, he was pressed down, stepped on the roof with both feet, and fell straight down.

"It's broken!" The dragon sighed and flew up, a big iron rake of more than ten zhang, like a pillar of heaven falling horizontally, more than a dozen houses instantly turned into ruins, fortunately at this time, the people of Tiantai County fled to death, not many people lived, they were all empty houses.

"Why don't you put it away?" The dragon turned his head and shouted.

The next moment, the rake shrank sharply and disappeared.

As soon as the dragon flicked his sleeves and exerted his strength, the collapsed wall automatically stood up and sewn it up, and the sunken ground bulged out and filled in, but the color of the new soil was slightly different from the surroundings.

Bang la blah.

He Chengcai flew out of the ruins, clutching a palm-sized rake in his hand.

"How's it going, it's a good baby, isn't it?"

The dragon blinked and flew back: "Thanks to you this time, my bet can only win."

"Really? Then I have to extort some more" He Cheng unceremoniously accepted the rake and pasted the trademark of Taishang Laojun, even if it was a high-quality imitation of Taishang Laojun, it was better than the stall goods he snatched from those loose cultivation immortals.

"From now on, I will be the Dragon Descending Venerable."

"Venerable?"

"An honorific title, you will understand when you become an Arhat in the future" The dragon is not afraid of corpse poison, and raised his hand to put his hand on He Cheng's shoulder, "Go, find a place to eat!" ”

He Cheng nodded, he never intended to be an Arhat.

There are more than 90 levels of dragon descending Arhats, and the Bodhisattva is afraid that he will have to go up a hundred.

"Tsk, let's go"

Upstairs in the tavern, a pot of dog meat was served.

The dragon grabbed the chopsticks and paused on the table, and only started when the chopsticks were together.

"If you want me to say, the best thing in the human world is this dog meat," he picked up a large piece and stuffed it into his mouth to suck the soup.

"Why don't you eat it?"

The descending dragon looked up at He Cheng, a little strange.

"It's not tasteful"

He could eat the aroma of dog meat and drink the spicy soup, but his throat was like a layer of coating, and the taste was hazy, like drinking cold water.

"Tasteless? I've got something good! ”

As soon as the dragon raised his hand, there was a big red peach in his hand, "Ordinary people can be strong and healthy when they smell it, and the gods will increase their cultivation after eating it, which is not a very good baby."

"Peach?" He Cheng took the peach.

"Hmm"

The dragon lowered his head and ate dog meat, and a peach seemed to be no match for a plate of meat in front of him.

He Cheng's nose snorted violently, his body was itchy, and his mana as a corpse cultivator also increased somewhat.

What else are zombies afraid to eat? All poisons in the world are antidotes, only the more they are raised, the more poisonous the corpses, and the zombies that have not been poisoned.

Take a sip and splash peach juice.

The fairy peach entered his throat and actually split into two warm currents, one ran from his nose to his brain, and the other separated and drilled into his stomach.

He Cheng's face changed greatly.

After this mouthful of peaches, his body is going to "live"!

Peach can live and die human flesh and bones.

Boom!

His heart pounded.

"What's wrong?" The dragon also sensed that He Cheng's face was wrong.

Knock knock!!

The heart beats again.

He Cheng's face became more and more ugly.

The diners who were eating downstairs raised their heads when they heard the sound of dong dong, "Xiao Er, is there a singing opera on the roof?" ”

"No, just the two masters are eating"

"Where did this drum beat come from?"

"I don't know" Xiao Er shook his head, seeing that someone was coming again, he was busy entertaining.

The newcomer was a man with a big waist and a round waist, a black face, an iron-thorned beard, and a fox skin on his shoulder. There is a bow hanging from his back.

"Master, please inside"

"Give me a bowl of beef noodles" The man walked to the table of the eight immortals, took off his bow, and put the fox skin.

"Goose noodles?" Xiao Er listened and scratched his head.

"Sum is count!" The man was in a hurry, slammed the table, and pointed to the tip of his nose, "Give me a beef noodle!" ”

Xiao Er smiled, standing still and not daring to move, listening to the sound as if he was going to fight.

"This friend, from Shanxi?" The diner just turned around and asked.

"Jinzhong Dripping"

"This friend said that he wanted beef noodles, let's go quickly" The diner helped Xiao Er solve the problem, and turned around and sat in front of the man with wine and food, "People here speak softly, and people in small places have never heard Shanxi dialect." Friend, are you an Orion? ”

"It used to be," the man shook his head.

The diner nodded, looking at the fox fur in his hand, "This fox fur is really unusual"

Who knew that the man sighed, "When I went up the mountain to hunt drops, I met a fox." A bow was drawn and slaughtered it. Who knew that this special Niangdi was a fox spirit cub, and there was a big drop at home, and she pulled a bow on her forehead and caused a big disaster. There was an old man who ran eastward and saw the sea to have a way to live. I don't have a goal, so I left the old lady at home and went east."

"Vixen?" The diner nodded with chopsticks in his mouth, looking at the fox fur full of curiosity.

"It didn't turn into a beauty?"

"When an arrow shoots it, it becomes a seven or eight-year-old female doll, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing," the man patted his head and snapped, "How good would it be if I didn't kill it?" It also saves dripping away from home."

"You pinch? Know Shanxi? ”

The man asked him.

"Some time ago, I went to Shanxi to find a friend to catch the exam with, but when I arrived in Shanxi, I heard that he was fascinated by monsters and died on the mountain."

"Montenegro?"

"You know?" Diners are amazed.

"More than 100 bandits died a few years ago, and there are thunderbolts blowing up the mountain, hey!" The man sighed, "You can't live if you encounter a monster"

"We also have monsters here," the diner said, "I heard that there were two demons more than ten feet tall fighting last night."

"What's going upstairs?" The man pointed to the top of his head, "Listen to the movement, cowhide drums?" ”

"Nobody is beating the drum," the diner shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

Upstairs, He Cheng's face was gradually flushed.

The dead blood in his body was like mud, and his heart was beating fiercely but he couldn't move.

"Half-dead"

He Cheng lowered his head and ate the peach in three or two bites, and his heart beat more vigorously.

"Anything else?"