When Yang An came to the hall and sat down, there was immediately a Taoist boy to offer good tea, Wudang is worthy of the outstanding land, Zhonglin Shixiu, this tea is fragrant, so that Yang An has an endless aftertaste.

"I don't know where Xiaoyou came from."

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng ask another question, Yang An smiled and said nothing, but played a dumb riddle and pointed to the direction of the roof.

"Above?"

Looking at the roof of the main hall, Zhang Sanfeng's brows furrowed, and then he thought of a possibility.

"Is it heavenly?"

"As long as the real person knows, you don't have to ask."

In the face of Yang An's words, Zhang Sanfeng and the others looked like they understood, but Yang An's methods were indeed not like mortals, they must be immortals.

Although Zhang Sanfeng is known as a living immortal, he knows that in fact, he is just a little higher in kung fu and a little longer alive.

"Zhang Zhenren, I don't know if I can send a few people to do something for me."

"You can't call it that, I don't know what Xiaoyou needs someone to do?"

As soon as he heard that Yang An had something to ask for help, Zhang Cuishan immediately knelt down.

"The lives of the next family are saved by Your Excellency, I don't know if there is anything I can do in Cuishan, I will definitely go to the soup and fire, and I will not give up."

"It's not a big deal, it's just that someone needs help to spread the word."

Saying that, Yang An took out eight rechargeable speakers and eight bamboo dragonflies, "As long as you wear this bamboo dragonfly on your head, you can soar in the sky according to your own will." Able to fly 80 kilometers per hour for eight hours of continuous flight. If you fly intermittently, you can last even longer! ”

"All you need to do is put on a bamboo dragonfly and fly me all the way with a loudspeaker."

Hearing Yang An say that this small thing can actually make people fly, everyone's eyes suddenly showed a fanatical look, this is flying, human beings have never given up the dream of flying since evolution, and this is not like light work, but really soaring freely in the sky, who does not look forward to envy.

"That's it, Yuanqiao, the seven of you plus Su Su will work for Xiaoyou in eight different directions."

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's permission, the eight of them happily took the bamboo dragonfly in Yang An's hand, Song Yuanqiao could still control his emotions by holding his age, but the youngest Mo Shenggu was already overjoyed, and he didn't have the slightest shelf as a Wudang Seven Heroes.

……

Dadu, as the capital of Mongolia, has long been created by the Mongols to become a large city of millions of people, and the towering walls are arched all around, showing the majesty of the Mongol Empire.

The soldiers on the city wall stood guard on the city wall as usual, thinking about whether they could go out and have fun after the shift change, and grab some Han dog women to have fun. As soon as he thought of the delicate bodies of those women, a trace of saliva flowed from the corners of Soldier B's mouth.

Suddenly, Soldier A pushed Soldier B on the side, "Did you hear anything?" ”

"What nerves do you have, what kind of sound do you have?" Soldier B, who was interrupted, scolded back unceremoniously, looking very angry.

"No, there really is a voice, you listen."

"Why, you ......"

Soldier B was about to say something, but suddenly heard an intermittent sound in the air.

“…… Rare and exotic ......, hold a ......, Wudang ......"

I couldn't hear clearly, where it was coming from. Just as Soldier B was looking for the source of the sound, Soldier A slapped Soldier B on the ground.

"Don't look for it, where is it?"

Following the direction Soldier A was pointing, Soldier B soon spotted a black dot in the air, and the dot was getting bigger and bigger. In a short time, they were in front of them, and it was a person flying in the air holding something in the shape of a trumpet, and the voice came from it.

"Enemy attack!"

Soldier C's first instinct was to raise his arrow and draw his bow and shoot at the man, but unfortunately it was too far away to shoot at all.

The people in the city were obviously shocked by this situation, and even thought that they were immortals, and knelt on the ground to pray for blessings.

At the same time, Emperor Yuan Shun and others, who were in the early dynasty, heard a huge shout in the air and walked out, looking at Zhang Cuishan in the air, thinking that they were immortals.

"Yang An, the master of the Ten Thousand Worlds Pavilion, will hold the world's first rare and exotic auction, which will be held in Wudang Mountain in two months, and those who are interested can go."

The voice in the loudspeaker resounded throughout the capital, and everyone listened to it very clearly, Emperor Yuan Shun looked at Zhang Cuishan in the air with a raging flame in his eyes, after becoming the emperor, there was not much that could make his heart move, this time, something called desire rose in his heart.

"Chahan Temur, the king of Ruyang, stepped forward to listen to the order."

"The last general!"

"Lead the troops, set up Wudang Mountain, dare to have those who obstruct, and there will be no forgiveness."

"The last general commands."

……

The same thing happened on the top of the light, and after the high-level leaders of the Ming Sect sat together and discussed, they finally decided to go to Wudang Mountain to participate in this feast.

At the same time, there were also the five major factions back to the mountain, as the most direct participants, they knew that this auction must not be missed, otherwise they would definitely regret it for the rest of their lives.

The name of Yang An, the master of the Ten Thousand Worlds Pavilion, may not have been known before, but now it can be said that it is known to the whole world, and it is like thunder, and his reputation is great.

Because of Yang An's actions, the world can be described as a dark tide, and all directions gather in Wudang Mountain.

……

No matter how the world is striking, Yang An is still leisurely playing chess with Zhang Sanfeng on Wudang Mountain, as if everything that happens outside has nothing to do with him.

"Hahaha, Brother Yang, you lost to Shigong again, you lost again in betting."

Cheerful laughter came from the courtyard, and Zhang Wuji stood beside Yang An, who had a black face, clapping his hands and laughing at Yang An.

Since playing a few games of chess with Zhang Sanfeng, Yang An has liked this pastime, but his chess skills can be said to be very smelly, but Yang An is embarrassed to admit defeat, obviously not an opponent, he still has to pull Zhang Sanfeng to play chess, I don't know how many times Zhang Wuji on the side laughed.

Because of being in the palm of the Xuanming God, Zhang Sanfeng has always taken Zhang Wuji with him, and after coming and going, he became familiar with Yang An, and after discovering that Yang An was not a ruthless person, Zhang Wuji was no longer afraid of Yang An, and joked with Yang An.

"Now, take this."

Yang An reluctantly took out a card from his arms and threw it to Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji held a card smaller than the palm of his hand, and said dissatisfiedly: "Brother Yang, what are you giving me this toy for, I'm not a child." ”

Seeing that Zhang Wuji, a child, said seriously that he was not a child, Yang An smiled, "Don't underestimate this, when the points on it reach 100, unexpected things will happen." ”

Are you sure? Zhang Wuji is still a child after all, and Yang An has such a powerful person who has said so, so he put the card close to him as if he had obtained a treasure.

In fact, Yang An gave Zhang Wuji a bad luck score card, which is the most suitable for Zhang Wuji now. Zhang Wuji, who has suffered from the cold poison of the Xuanming God's palm, is simply a bad luck collector, and when the time comes, good luck will happen.

With such a leisurely life, it was finally two months up.