"Isn't this the inner disciple training conference that will be held in a few days?" Yan Moye put down the leaflet in his hand.

Qian Pei smiled: "Yes, yes." ”

At this time, a thin man next door took out a piece of paper, quietly approached Qian Pei and whispered a few words.

Qian Pei's eyes lit up, grabbed the piece of paper, slapped it on the table, and said loudly: "Brother Tang, look, we have already helped you register!"

Yan Moye stood up with a "brush", his face twisted, as if he had eaten a dozen cockroaches: "You!say!what?!"

Qian Pei bounced up in fright and fell trembling to the ground.

"Right...... That's right!" Qian Pei was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, his eyes turned around twice, and he suddenly thought of something, and quickly raised his head and asked, "Brother Tang, do you know whose disciple under the command of our Fifth Elder has the biggest conflict with the disciple?"

Yan Moye was stunned, thought for a long time, and shook his head: "I don't know." ”

It was the disciple of the Second Elder Qingguang and "You must participate in this competition this time, no matter what, the disciples under the command of our Fifth Elder can't compare to each other!"

After thinking about it again, he took out a blue pill from his arms and handed it over.

"Brother Tang, this is a little bit of my care. Qian Pei grinned flatteringly, "Eating it can quickly recover from flesh wounds." ”

"Just a flesh wound? nothing else?" Yan Moye pinched the dragon's eye-sized elixir, a little disappointed.

"Or else!" Qian Pei looked at the pill in Yan Moye's hand with some pain, "The current pill is not much of a scattered cultivator outside except for the sect's special alchemists to refine it." That's why the price of the pills is always high!"

"Hmph, just this kind of elixir, I can give a bunch of recipes at will! There was a cold snort in his mind.

Yan Moye's eyes lit up, since this is the case, why not try it in this area? Maybe you can make a big profit? After thinking for a while, he coughed, and returned the medicine to Qian Pei: "No need, I'll use my own." ”

"Oh, oh!" Qian Pei suddenly understood, and while carefully putting the medicine into his arms, he said: "The Tang family is powerful, and there are special alchemists to refine it. ”

"Say. Brother Tang?" Qian Pei hesitated, but still asked, "Do you know what happened last night?"

"Last night?" Yan Moye was a little strange, thinking that a few people were evading this topic one after another, and couldn't help but be puzzled: "What happened last night?"

"You don't know such a big thing?" Qian Pei was taken aback, "There was your name in the sky last night!"

"My name?" Yan Moye was even more confused, scratching his scalp, thinking for a long time and still not knowing: "What the hell?"

"Oops!" Qian Pei took out a video stone from his arms and handed it over: "Look, Brother Tang, who appeared in the sky last night, your four words 'Mo Ye is the sky', we all thought it was ......"

Yan Mo's head was full of black lines, interrupting Qian Pei's words, "Tell me, what are these?"

I saw that the pictures on the video stone were all Qian Pei's selfies.

"!" Qian Pei immediately snatched it, "I took it wrong, I took it wrong!" ”

As he spoke, he brought out another video stone.

Is it useful to have black lines all over his head, and if you look carefully, in the southeast of last night's subtime, the words "Mo Ye is the sky" did appear.

"Old guy, where is the southeast direction?" Yan Moye asked in his mind.

Words and deeds are not angry, and snorted coldly: "Kyoto." ”

Kyoto?Yan Moye squinted his eyes, feeling that things were not so simple: "Are you sure it's Kyoto?"

"Otherwise?" Yan Xing snorted, suddenly thought of something, and shouted: "The last time the Skyline Road was opened near Kyoto!"

"Oh?" Yan Moye nodded and returned the video stone: "You just want me to fight with you?"

Qian Pei nodded desperately, like a chicken pecking rice.

Yan Moye smiled: "Don't do it." ”

"Hey, hey!" Qian Pei hurriedly stopped: "Brother Tang, you are the hope of our disciples under the command of the entire Fifth Elder!"

"Hope, me!" Yan Moye remembered that he was walking on the road during this time and was looked at with by others' contempt, and couldn't help but have black lines on his head: "You just want to see my jokes, right?"

"That, that," Qian Pei was anxious: "Then what do you want, Brother Tang!"

"What do I want?" Yan Moye stopped and touched his chin: "I want ...... Money?"

"Huh?" Qian Pei was stunned, "Brother Tang, don't you bring money when you go out?"

"What money to bring, forgot. Yan Moye snorted: "If you don't give it, if you give it, I'll go!"

"Give it!" Qian Pei hurriedly took out a large handful of silver tickets in his arms: "Tang ...... Brother Tang, how much do you want! I only have so much!"

Yan Moye counted carefully, a total of 300,000 taels of silver tickets, looked at Qian Pei, who was in pain, and thought about it in his heart: Don't embarrass him, lest you not get much oil and water when you get it.

With a wave of his hand, he said lightly: "Okay, enough, I can go on stage." ”

Qian Pei took out a small handkerchief, wiped the cold sweat that was yelled at by Yan Moye, and thought: Fortunately, Brother Tang is a good person, otherwise the two million taels of gold tickets in my arms would not be there!

Neither of them knew what kind of calculations the other was playing with each other.

"Then ......" Qian Pei asked tentatively, "So how much is Brother Tang's cultivation now?"

"Xiuwei?" Yan Moye touched his chin and replied with a smile: "Tongmai!

"Oh oh oh, yes, it's directly up to nine ranks!" Qian Pei replied with a grin, and suddenly his eyes widened, "You...... Say what?"

"Tongmai Sanpin!" Yan Moye scratched his scalp and smiled honestly: "Nine ranks, old and powerful!"

"Poof!" Qian Pei, pawn.

"Wow, boss, what are you doing, it made Qian Pei vomit blood. Yao Yi came up excitedly, looked at Qian Pei, who was dragged to first aid, and his eyes lit up: "I haven't seen you for many years, but the boss's mouth cannon is still so powerful!

"Roll on!" Yan Moye pushed away Xiao Yi, took out a large pile of silver tickets, and asked Wen Jing on the side: "Wen Jing, you said 300,000 taels of silver tickets, how many things can be sold?"

Wen Jing sneered, covered her mouth and said, "300,000 taels, at most you can play in Kyoto for two days and buy a little something." ”

"What?" Yan Moye was stunned for a moment, and counted the silver tickets in his hand tremblingly, "I...... Is it a loss?"

"Yes......" Wen Jing looked at Yan Moye with pity: "You have lost a lot! 300,000 taels of silver tickets sold yourself." ”

"Me!"

"Poof!"

"Hey, hey, boss, don't faint, you're vomiting blood!!!