Today, Yan Xingyu was still wandering around the street and threw Yijun into the teahouse all morning. When others heard that they were ordering a pot of tea, buying a few plates of snacks, and sitting and listening while eating melon seeds, he could only stand in the corner, and he couldn't help but shout hello when he heard the excitement. The guys in the teahouse came and went in front of him many times, and each time they didn't have a good look. Yijun is a person who wants to save face, and the guy's eyes make him uncomfortable, but he has no money, so he can only run to others to sit there.

He is quite good-looking, with a baby face, he smiles first when he sees people, he is not aggressive in temperament, and those middle-aged uncles are not all evildoers, he is not annoying, and people will naturally not drive him.

The storyteller still tells the story of the Great War of Immortals and Demons more than a thousand years ago, and when it comes to Yan Huajun's Blazing Light Sword stabbing at Cheng Yujun with a sword, the audience below erupted in applause, and the uncle at the same table slapped the table excitedly.

Yijun pressed the jumping melon seeds to stop him: "I didn't stab or not, I didn't stab him, Yan Huajun is a younger brother, and he can't do it." ”

“…… The blazing sword stabbed out with the power of thunder, and all the sounds of the world were included, the fiery red sword light slashed the sky and the earth, the thunder and lightning gathered on the tip of the sword, the storm wrapped in the snow blade, and the sky was cut into a huge crack. Chengyu Demon Monarch has been unavoidable, in this moment of life and death, he can only close his eyes and wait for death......" The storyteller sighed, and the painting style changed: "It's a pity that this sword is finally off the mark, and the Chengyu Demon Lord opened his eyes and saw that there was an opportunity, so he sacrificed a long water to entangle the Burning Light Sword, he gave up the magic weapon of his body, roared, turned around and escaped into the void......"

"Alas......" everyone sighed.

Yijun knocked the melon seeds and said: "Don't be depressed, he has been seriously injured, and there is no Changshui, wait for Yan Huajun to find Dusheng Pavilion to borrow the Guiyuan Chaos Bead to ......"

"Hey, where did you come from?"

Yijun eats and drinks and rubs his seat, every time there is a need for spoilers, he has already provoked the dissatisfaction of the people around him, and now the uncle at the same table finally couldn't help it, and slapped the table to drive people away.

Yijun was kicked out of the teahouse, and Yan Xingyu squatted outside for a long time before Yan Xingyu came to pick him up. He was unwilling, and scolded the teahouse guy who looked down on people all the way, thinking about it, he was still angry, and blamed Yan Xingyu: "You are too picky, the storyteller said that your mouth is dry, you don't give me a single son, I have listened to it for so long, what is the difference between this and a white prostitute?" ”

Yan Xingyu made a face and said coldly: "No money." ”

Yijun didn't believe it: "Don't you have a night pearl?" ”

Yan Xingyu: "The Night Pearl is an ancestral treasure, and there are only a few in the entire Canghua Pavilion. ”

Yijun's delicate body was shocked, and he realized that the amount of this meal ticket was not enough, and his neck was suddenly shortened by three points.

He pinched Yan Xingyu's shirt and asked weakly, "Then what should we do now, do you still have money for lunch?" ”

Yan Xingyu waved his hand and asked something else first: "How much do you know about Jinding Gate?" ”

This question was asked to Yijun's rice bowl: "It's not that I boast, the past and present life of Jindingmen, celebrity magic weapons, there is nothing I don't know." ”

He said too much, and Yan Xingyu glanced at him suspiciously.

Yijun was very dissatisfied with his attitude: "Jindingmen is a sect of cultivating immortals founded by Tao Buren, mainly cultivating the way of longevity, the sphere of influence is a haven, and the ancestral magic weapon is a Huadan Jinding ......" He also showed the star disciples of Jindingmen and what magic weapons they used, of course, there are many small cannon fodder in the middle I can't remember clearly, and Yan Xingyu can't tell if he wears it.