If you want to be famous and catch big fish, you have to make a big news first, and after making a big news, if you can survive in a place like Bafang City, where there is no official order at all, you have to find a safe place to stay.

This place is the Octagon Inn!

The reason why the owner of the Bafang Inn was able to do this was very simple, he was a relative of the Lord of Haotian Sect. Although Bafang City was chaotic, no one dared to provoke these businessmen with the background of the Xiuzhen sect. There have been several bullies in the local area who died unexplained, and smart people know that the Xiuzhen sect cannot interfere in secular society, but it does not mean that they cannot buy "waste" magic weapons to secular society.

No matter how awesome the bully in the secular society is, it is also a mortal body, and it can't withstand the light blow of the magic weapon.

Intuition told Lu Xiaoyi that this inn was awesome. If he asked where Xiao Yilai was, he would definitely not be able to say. If you ask the shopkeeper, you will definitely be smacked up, and don't ask if you shouldn't ask.

Lu Xiaoyi, who was born with a spirit body, walked into the inn the moment he walked in, he had a feeling of thorns in his back, not to mention how uncomfortable he was. Why?

The shopkeeper took Lu Xiaoyi to the door of a courtyard at the back, turned around and left, and soon came to a secluded corner, where there was a small courtyard that looked very ordinary from the outside.

Lao Jiatong said, Liu Zhao asked to see the owner. He bowed to a drunken doorman in the concierge and spoke to the shopkeeper.

"Wait. The door got up, staggered in, and soon came out and opened the door.

Only the people of Haotianmen know that the place on the street with the signboard of Haotianmen is not a real office. This ordinary little yard is. Otherwise, how dare such a drunken doorman be so big about the shopkeeper?

The moment he walked into the courtyard, Liu Zhao, who was immersed in the cool air, was in good spirits, and walked along the stone path to see a middle-aged paralyzed man in a wheelchair under a big tree.

"I've seen the owner!" Liu Zhao, the shopkeeper, stepped forward to speak, and the paralyzed man in the wheelchair waved his hand, extremely kind: "Excuse me, something?"

Liu Zhao bowed slightly: "Go back to the owner, there is a You Fang Langzhong in the store today, holding a banner in his hand, curing all diseases!"

The paralyzed proprietor smiled dumbly: "Hehe, do you believe this?

"Dongjia, this traveling doctor gives me a feeling that he is not an ordinary person. Liu Zhao still persuaded him, and the paralyzed owner waved his hand: "Okay, you send someone to keep an eye on it." The topic was suspended, and Liu Zhao wisely retired. In fact, he doesn't believe in a one-size-fits-all solution, which is something that only God can do.

The paralyzed owner sat in a wheelchair in a daze: "Could it be that I, Su Wenlie, can only sit in a wheelchair for the rest of my life?"

Su Wenlie's illness was caused by cultivation, and he was also a cultivator back then, and he was at the full level of Qi cultivation, and he failed when he hit the foundation. If he gave up at that time, at most, he would re-cultivate to the full value of the ninth level of Qi cultivation. But he was reluctant to waste that opportunity, and the forced foundation failed. The Tribulation didn't kill him, but he went mad. Not to mention that his cultivation is completely wasted, he has also become a wasted person. Even Haotianmen's elixir could not repair his severely injured meridians.

Can this injury be cured? Yes, as long as there is a Da Luo Jin Immortal who is willing to consume his own cultivation and forcibly open up the meridians. The problem is, no Da Luo Jin Immortal would do such a stupid thing. If the world of cultivation is cold, the world of Da Luo Jinxian is cruel.

The head rests on one thigh, some people press their heads, their feet are resting on one thigh, some people beat their legs, and their hands can be touched freely.

This kind of life, Lu Xiaoyi has been yearning for a long time, but when it really came, he looked at the roof very honestly in a daze.

Could it be that the brain is broken, or will the vitality stones fall from the roof?

The answer is neither, but Lu Xiao has lost money. The last vitality stone was taken out, and if he didn't get the money, he, a "local tyrant", would have to go to the street to ask for food after the house money was deducted.

There's a way out, there's a temporary shelter, and it's time for big news.

Of course, before that, a banner had to be hung at the gate of the Bafang Inn, which had received the Yuan Qi Stone, with eight big characters on it: Ancestral Secret Technique, Cure All Diseases. So the question arises again, does anyone believe it? The answer is obvious, no one believes it. It's really because no one believes it, so I want to make a big news.

The first step of big news, catch the eye! Lu Xiaoyi did a perfect job!

A local tyrant from other places, very dead style, lives in the Bafang Inn.

That's right, it's death. The inside of the Bafang Inn is very safe, but you can't live in it for the rest of your life, right?

The local tyrant is an animal, and he appears in Bafang City alone, and he is afraid that no one will know.

The effect is obvious, and the banners that hang out attract not only people who are watching the excitement, but also a group of heroes who are ready to set up fat sheep! Well, they are members of all walks of life in the underground society of this city, and they are called idle people in society at best, and cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods at worst. In short, they are looking forward to the fat sheep going out.

On the first day, the fat sheep did not go out, and quietly hid in the upper room of the inn. The onlookers who didn't know the truth expressed their disappointment, and the bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods were even more disappointed. Everyone wants a quick fix.

The next day, the fat sheep still didn't go out, and no one came to seek medical advice. The onlookers also want to live, and they don't have this idle time to delay. So there were only a few spies left, still waiting tirelessly.

So, what is Lu Xiaoyi doing? It is said that the maids and maids in the inn should know, but it is a pity that the two maids were called by the shopkeeper to question, and they did not ask why. The front desk was the most depressed before, I thought that she was taken by the local tyrant, and after dragging her to bed and doing something shameless, she could leave a lot of money.

It's a pity that after the local tyrant really got her by his side, the biggest measure was to close his eyes and recuperate by pillowing her legs. When it was really time to sleep, the local tyrant closed the door tightly and didn't give her a chance to enter the door at all. Really, what about the integrity between people? What about the joke that a good local tyrant is a strong woman in an inn?

After two days of silence, the local tyrant continued to close his door, and the meals were sent by the maids and maids.

By noon on the third day, there was finally a new change. Wang Yu, the chief dart head of Weiyuan Dart Bureau, the largest dart bureau in the city, was escorted by three apprentices and carried into the inn on a stretcher. The leader of the way, the former dart game executioner Su Thirteen.

What is going on with this? How can a local tyrant who everyone knows to be a liar be able to recruit Wang Yu?

That's the way it is, just yesterday afternoon, Su 13 went to a dart game, hoping to make new contributions to the post of executioner again. This scared the big guy, and the injuries on Su Shisan's body at the beginning were all small lives that were hung by a pill. The most experienced doctor in the game asserted that the lad would have to lie down for a year to get better.

Soon these words reached Wang Yu's ears, and the head of the dart was also a wounded. And it was a strange poison, and I ate the pill of the Qing Capsule Sect with good medical skills of the Xiuzhen Sect, and I didn't say that the toxin was completely removed. It is said that the body is stiffening day by day. As for his illness, unless Da Luo Jinxian makes a move to expel the toxin with the true yuan, he will slowly wait for death.

At first, Wang Yu also scoffed at this news, curing all diseases? Hehe, don't make trouble, should you be Da Luo Jinxian?

But the current situation of the dart game is really bad, the enemies on the rivers and lakes, the peers who are born with their own grievances, and the struggles within the dart game. is enough to make Wang Yu tempted. In the end, what moved him was a disciple's words, "What if it's true?"

Yes, what if it's true? After all, Su Shisan's injuries are really all healed.

After confirming and considering again, Wang Yu decided to try his luck. If you are scammed, the worst outcome is to lose a little money. It's better than continuing to develop and losing the family business of the dart game in your own hands, right?

Wang Yu is in Bafang City, and he is not a big man who is too famous. But how to put it, it can be regarded as a middle class with small assets.

When he was brought in, he naturally attracted some attention. Especially the gaze of those big shots. These people are not young, in the early years, in order to fight the country, which one didn't fall into a problem? What if Wang Yu can really be cured?

From the moment Wang Yu carried it in, there were a bunch of people waiting for news at the door of the Bafang Inn. There were even some people who were not bad enough to enter the inn directly and wait for tea in the lobby. These people, even if they are shopkeepers, have to be accompanied by smiling faces. The shopkeeper Liu Zhao is also very concerned about this matter, and the only person who does not care about it within the scope of the inn is Su Wenlie.

At this moment, Su Wenlie was drinking the spiritual tea from Haotianmen under the shade of the tree, and was dealing with some business by the way. It is precisely with these businesses, as well as the support of the owner, that he can secure the position of the head of this office.

Suddenly, Su Wenlie showed a frightened expression and looked at the big tree beside him. It is a large tree that is said to be thousands of years old. Within a meter of the tree's extreme periphery was a small spirit vein. This spiritual vein may not be looked down upon in the cultivation realm, but it is very precious in the secular society. Relying on the aura of this spiritual vein, a defensive formation can be laid out. Once there is an invasion of foreign enemies, the formation is activated, and even if there is a master in the foundation building period, he can resist for a while.

The big tree in Su Wenlie's eyes was trembling slightly. Others didn't know, but he clearly felt that the aura in the spiritual veins was gushing wildly. The trees are gradually withering at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Su Wenlie looked frightened, and watched the big tree towards death in disbelief, and the defense formation of the Bafang Inn unexpectedly did not react at all, as if it had never existed at all, and the formation disappeared! Su Wenlie, who was in a wheelchair, also had dozens of fallen leaves on his body.

The original deep-rooted and leafy tree, after this tremble, only the crown remains, there is a small green leaf, and the rest of the part, only the bare trunk remains.