"Eh, can you add me to one? I also have a mine at home, how about I bet with you?" a voice came into their ears, and the two turned their heads to see no one.

"Here, this. Lu Jiu stood in front of them, looking at these two fools looking around, and he was angry.

"Strange, Elder Lian, did you hear anyone talking?" said the man in the fancy costume while frowning, looking to the side.

"I have not heard it. The same is true of the cultivator called Lian Lao, the two of them disappeared into the crowd one left and one right, and Zhang Caicai, who was watching, looked confused.

"What do you mean? Look down on me?"

In fact, what Xuan Jiu didn't know was that since Ma Feifei had made a wave of ill-gotten gains from the opening, the cultivators in the entire Canglong Continent had a consensus, that is, they would never bet against anyone in the magical bookstore, because there was absolutely no chance of winning.

So no matter who Jiu finds next, or the grand opening, everyone ignores Jiu as if they didn't see it, which makes Jiujiu very speechless.

"Caicai, what are you doing?" The disappointed Jiu returned to Zhang Caicai's side, and found that Zhang Caicai's whole person was not energetic, just like a frosted eggplant, and couldn't help but ask with concern.

Zhang Caicai shook his head, and his tone was a little low: "It's nothing." ”

"It's not like you, Nana. Lu Jiu followed Zhang Caicai's gaze and found that he had always focused on the young man in the ring, thinking that Zhang Caicai was worried about Ma Feifei, so he patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "Don't worry, although I don't know how to write a book, but in this world, no one can win against the shopkeeper." ”

"What if this person is from the outside world?" Zhang Caicai replied subconsciously.

"Huh?" Lu Jiu was stunned, the outside world? Lu Jiu looked up at the sky, the morning sun was rising, and before he knew it, Ma Feifei and they had been fighting for a night.

"How can there be another world. Lu Jiu obviously didn't believe what Zhang Caicai said, turned his gaze to Ma Feifei, who was focusing on writing books in the ring, and said very confidently: "And even if there is, I believe that the shopkeeper is the most powerful, and no one can win the shopkeeper and his old man." ”

Compared with Qi Jiu's blind belief, Zhang Caicai was not so confident, nodded weakly, sullen.

Lu Jiu didn't understand why Zhang Caicai suddenly looked like this, but he was still young, and he didn't know how to comfort people at all, and seeing that his comfort had no effect, he simply stopped comforting and continued to stare at the two in the ring to write a book.

......

A day passed...... Everyone watched the two of them write books with anticipation, and on this day, the aura of the sky and the earth was raging, the clouds shaded the sun, and there was no trace of sunshine in sight.

The next day passed...... Everyone watched the two of them write books calmly, and on this day, dark clouds were thick, thunder and lightning were intertwined, and it was pouring rain.

The third day passed...... The crowd under the ring was scattered everywhere, and there were more tables, chairs and benches, small sheds were erected, and small drinks were drunk.

Day 4......

Day 9...... Most of the time is spent on other kung fu, some people practice in place, some people close their eyes to recuperate, and some people think about life.

Until the tenth day, the moment the sun rises.

The sun shines on this great wilderness and falls on the ring.

"Buzz~!"

An extremely piercing tremor shook everyone's minds.

"Whoosh~~"

"Whoosh~~"

"Whoosh~~"

Countless figures turned into afterimages, and instantly appeared under the ring, staring closely at the ring.

"It's about to be written!" said a cultivator in a deep voice.

"I didn't expect this young man to have a few brushes. Another practitioner looked at the young man who was galloping on the long table, he was wielding his pen vigorously, and the golden light on the table in front of him shone with the first rays of sunlight.

'Boom~!', the long table erupted with a powerful aura, directly shaking the young man back three steps, and the pen in his hand was shaken away.

"It's done!" Zhang Ke pushed away the maid who was helping him, looking at the books that slowly floated with golden light, and his face was excited and happy.

It is also quite difficult for him to write a yellow quality book, and the paper and ink used are the lowest materials, and on weekdays, he can write ten books to write a yellow quality book.

So in general, this time it can be regarded as an extraordinary performance, and Zhang Ke said that he was very satisfied.

Catching the yellow quality book floating in the air, Zhang Ke stroked his masterpiece, then looked up at Ma Feifei and found that he was still writing, and there was no sign of a book.

"It doesn't seem to be that way. Zhang Ke smiled contemptuously, he didn't pay too much attention to this world, because this world was too weak for him, not only did there be no existence of the realm of immortals, but also because of the lack of the Great Dao, this world could not give birth to the materials used in the book, in the concept of the author, such a world is the lowest and most rubbish.

In addition, this world has a mysterious limitation, and it is impossible to step into this world under normal circumstances.

Even if he was a book writer, he had borrowed the secret method of the book spirit to allow him to enter this world, but there was also a time limit, and he was also restricted from cultivating.

The reason why I want to come in is because there is an immortal in this world!

You know, under normal circumstances, there would be no immortals here.

In order to investigate what the reason was, Zhang Ke entered this world with the help of the secret method of the book spirit, and after some understanding, Zhang Ke found out that it was Cang Lan, the dean of the Cang Mang, who became an immortal, and it was a magical bookstore that helped Cang Lan become an immortal.

The most important thing is that Zhang Ke discovered that the books in this bookstore also have all kinds of magical effects, and they can also give birth to book spirits!

In other words, there is a book writer in this world!

The most noble profession in the world is his world, and book writers are a rare profession, not to mention a low-level plane like the Canglong Continent.

Faced with this shocking news, Zhang Ke began to frantically inquire about the news of this bookstore, and finally decided to block the other party on this great wilderness, planning to have a contest with the other party as a book writer, and test the other party's reality before making a decision.

But now that he looks, Zhang Ke finds that he still takes the other party too seriously.

"It's those damn natives who lure me!" Zhang Ke glanced at the melon-eating crowd under the ring, although his face was still the same, he made up his mind in his heart, and when he left, he took these natives away by the way, which was regarded as a punishment for these natives to deceive him, a noble author.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Zhang Ke frowned and turned his head to look at Ma Feifei.

At first, Zhang Ke didn't find anything special, but as Ma Feifei wrote word by word, Zhang Ke suddenly found that the long table in front of Ma Feifei began to exude a vague breath, which he was very familiar with, and it was the breath emitted by the author before he wrote the book.

"Is he really going to write a book?" Zhang Ke was inexplicably a little nervous in his heart, but he didn't expect this young man to have two brushes.

"No, the laws of this world do not allow for a high-level author at all, and even if he can make a book, it will be a blue quality book at most. Zhang Ke thought to himself.