"Oh, old man, just say it, I won't take your tea money. Dr. Tea looked perverse and said anxiously.

The white-bearded man glanced at him, his face turned gloomy, and he shouted: "Hmph! The old man told everyone about the old things, all out of interest, how can he be greedy for your two!"

"Old man, don't be angry! Don't be angry! It's me who lost my words, it's really damned!" Dr. Cha's face was full of shame and his demeanor was at a loss.

The white-bearded man pondered for a moment, his mood gradually calmed down, and said: "Speaking of Tiangong, in addition to Tianjizi, in the past hundred years, there have been nine of them: Yutang Chun, Yanshan Ting, Ouyang Invincible, Bu Operator, Guitian Le, Single Volume, Crazy Dragon, Ma Fengyou, and Guinea Fish Chapter. Before the mad dragon, every heavenly worker can be called a peerless talent, leading the coquettish, and I don't dare to compliment the two behind the mad dragon. If you want to talk about these nine heavenly workers in detail one by one, I am afraid that you will not be able to explain them in three days and three nights. I will briefly tell you about the most mysterious of them, that is, the mad dragon.

According to legend, the dragon learned from a man named Gong Loser. The public loser lives in seclusion in the Fengwan Pavilion of Yunmeng Mountain in Tiannan all the year round, not in love with utilitarianism, and is happy in the mountains. It is said that the ancestor of the public losing plate is Tianjizi. The public loser once accepted three apprentices, namely the eldest apprentice Crazy Dragon, the second apprentice Ghost Sorrow and the third apprentice Violet. Sixteen years ago, in the Tiangong Competition, the wonderful, unprecedented competition scene is still vivid, the dragon, the ghost and the violet on the Xuanyuan platform do not distinguish between you and me, equally divided, a piece of amazing artifacts have come out one after another, there are the Heavenly Armor, the Demon Knife, the Heavenly Thunder, the Dragon Pestle......

Three days and three nights have passed, and the three of them are still dead. However, a strange thing happened that night, Oni Jianchou and Violet disappeared unexpectedly, and the dragon's brother Mad Ba died for no reason, and it is said that he was killed by Oni Jianchou. No one in the city knew their whereabouts, leaving only piles of broken fragments of artifacts scattered everywhere. The people of Wufu City all regretted it! Without the ghost sorrow and violet, the mad dragon naturally became the heavenly work of that year.

However, this has caused some people to criticize, saying that Ghost and Violet may have been secretly killed by the dragon, as evidenced by the death of his brother. For more than a decade, people have been talking about it a lot, and there are different opinions. Therefore, the dragon has become the most mysterious heavenly artifact in history. ”

"It's a pity! It's a pity...... "The tea guests couldn't help but say the authentic.

The father remained silent, showing indifference, as if he knew everything.

"Then where did the ghost and Violet go? Did they really let the dragon kill them?"

The father suddenly raised his eyebrows, looked a little nervous, and shouted: "Children's family, don't talk nonsense, be careful of trouble from the mouth!"

The father seemed to feel that something was wrong with him, and immediately returned to the original state, as if he was afraid that someone else would find out.

"Those artifacts are priceless, if they are mine, then ......" The young man's heart was full of joy, and he looked proud.

Whitebeard glanced at him disdainfully and let out a long sigh.

"Don't daydream!" the black-faced man nudged the young man.

"If I were a heavenly worker, I would be able to create those artifacts!" Oni Fang shrugged his shoulders and said unconvinced.

As soon as the ghost side finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter in the teahouse, thinking that there was another daydreamer.

"What's so funny, I will definitely make a few amazing artifacts in the future, so that you are all speechless!" Ghost Fang said angrily.

"Father, do you believe it?" the ghost looked at his father with a blank eye.

My father didn't say a word, as if he was thinking about something else.

"Grandpa, don't you believe me either?" Oni Fang turned to look at Whitebeard.

"Hehe! What is the use of believing or not believing, the world is fundamental, only can not be broken, just the so-called things are man-made!" The white-bearded man threw a piece of scrap on the table, snatched the door, and disappeared into the vast sea of people.

Ghost Fang sat quietly at the tea table, looking dazed, stunned, as if he was thinking about something, and gradually made up his mind in his heart.

"It's getting late, everyone is gone, let's not linger, let's go back quickly. Dad packed up his things and reinserted his beloved bongs into his belt.

"Father, it's getting dark, why don't we stay in the city for one night, and tomorrow we just have to watch the Tiangong Competition; besides, Wufu City is dozens of miles away from our Xingluobar Village, and now when we go back, we will inevitably have to walk at night, and it is very inconvenient to go back to the barren mountains and mountains. Oni Fang sat on the bench and watched his father's every move.

The father looked at the sky, groaned, and said, "Okay, let's go find a cheaper inn, and go back to the village tomorrow after watching the Tiangong Competition." ”

The ghost party was overjoyed, jumped up at once, followed his father out of the door, and went to the inn with joy.

On the second day, the Zhongtian Gate was released, and there stood a row of armor soldiers holding swords and guns on both sides of the gate, brave and upright, and majestic.

The people of Wufu City poured into the imperial city like a tide. When Xuanyuan stepped down, he was surrounded by the people in the city, black and oppressive, and the voices of the people were boiling, sweating into rain.

The ghost father and son also came to the Xuanyuan stage early in the morning, ready to see this wonderful heavenly competition. I saw the appearance of Xuanyuan Terrace 100 meters square, three meters high, each of the four corners erected a diamond pillar three zhang high, the east, west, south and north of each pillar were carved with the green dragon, the white tiger, the Vermilion Bird, the Xuanwu painting pattern, representing the four great beasts sitting in the Quartet. The pillar of heaven is facing the morning sun of three springs, which is brilliant and bright. At the top of the column is an everlasting lamp made of mermaid paste, which has endured for hundreds of years. The lights are dazzling, like a star pill, which can compete with the sun and the moon!

The Tiangong Contest is about to begin, and Emperor Luotian, Emperor Qingtian and Emperor Zhongtian walked out of the majestic Zhongtian Hall together. The Emperor Zhongtian sat in the center with his back against the statue of Tianjizi, while the Emperor Luo Tian and the Emperor Qingtian sat opposite each other on the left and right. The princes, princesses, and skilled craftsmen of various countries all sat together with the emperor of their country.

Suddenly, a person walked out from behind the Emperor Zhongtian, only to see him in a green robe and white drape, with a sinister eyebrow, and a seemingly docile tiger embroidered on the brocade robe on his chest, still majestic and majestic, with an unconcealable domineering spirit. The nine gold stars on the Tiangong badge on the left chest are shining and dazzling.

His voice was strong and powerful, like the tide in the blue sea, subdued and frustrated, unpredictable, and said loudly: "Hello everyone, I am the hand-picked master of the Tiangong Hall of the Zhongtian Empire, and I will preside over the convening of this Tiangong Competition today." The rules of the competition are the same as in previous years, the emperors of the Three Kingdoms take turns to send their craftsmen to the stage to fight, those who lose five games in a row will be eliminated, and the final winner will be awarded the Tiangong badge, becoming a new generation of Tiangong. Okay, let's ask the Emperor Zhongtian to send someone to the stage to fight. ”

The ghost man suddenly panicked, and hurriedly lowered his head and turned sideways behind the people next to him, as if he was deliberately avoiding the sight of the wild dragon, and his heart was "pounding" and jumping.

Oni Fang stared curiously at everything that was happening on the stage, but he didn't notice the slightest abnormality in his father.

"Zhan Hu, you go up first!" Emperor Zhongtian suddenly waved his hand to a powerful and fierce man behind him.

Zhan Hu leaped into the entrance, using the fire cloud he personally created, majestic and domineering.

Xuanyuan was full of people under the stage, and there was a burst of cheers, and the roar shook the sky: "The war tiger is mighty! The war tiger is mighty......

"Please go to war!" the Emperor Zhongtian looked left and right, a smug smile on his face.

Emperor Luo Tian and Emperor Qingtian looked at each other, and Emperor Qingtian smiled and said, "It's better for your country to invite first!"

"Tart Bawu, you go and play with him!" Emperor Luo Tian looked arrogant.

The body is relatively small, but it is very tight, the muscles of the whole body are bulging, hard as stone, and there is a touch of sky-high bun on his head, like a sharp arrow on a string, piercing the sky. The artifact cast by Tart Bawu is a meteor planet, the ball weighs more than 100 catties, and the long chain is pulled together, up and down, left and right, making it fascinating.

In the field, the war tiger and the tart bawu fought inseparably. For a while, the double gong slashed, and the fireball burst out for a while, and the "Zheng Zheng Zheng" block sound continued. Suddenly, the battle tiger's move turned quickly, and he made a move to "sweep away thousands of armies", only to see two parallel lines, flashing with brilliance. The tart is not good at stubble, his body retreats a few steps back, retreats as advances, and with his arms stretched forward, a fireball hits the door of the battle tiger like a meteor. The war tiger didn't have time to dodge, and he blocked it, not wanting the meteor to be amazing, and in an instant, the double gong was shaken away, and the war tiger fell to the ground.

Xuanyuan was as quiet as no one when he stepped down the stage, only the panting sound of the war tiger and the tart pulling Wu "snort", and suddenly "smack" twice, and the double mace fell to the ground.

"Hahahaha! It's a concession, a concession! Let's win the game first!" Although Emperor Luo Tian was modest, his face was full of smugness and disdain.

The Zhongtian Emperor's face darkened, his mood was a little depressed, and he glanced at the mad dragon next to him.

The dragon's eyebrows tightened, but he couldn't do anything about it. Because there is a rule in the Tiangong Competition: the previous Tiangong is not allowed to participate in the new competition. In this way, we can bring forth the new and produce talents.

An indignant sigh sounded from under the Xuanyuan stage.

"It's our turn to play, Shanchong, you go up and defeat that ugly monster, don't embarrass this princess!" Suddenly, a small and delicate figure flashed from behind the Emperor of Optimism, 'with a bun on his head and a bright moon pearl in his ears', graceful and radiant.

"Xue'er, don't be rude!" Although the Emperor Qingtian said with a hint of blame, there was still a smile on his face, and there was a strong love in his tone.

Nangong Xue snorted heavily, pursed her lips, and jumped back to her seat.

The ghost party in the audience suddenly found the little girl on the viewing platform, and a sense of déjà vu arose, feeling more cordial, and couldn't help but watch the little girl's every move.

Shanchong was light and agile, and with a jump, he flew from the side of the viewing platform to the Xuanyuan platform. Tart Ooti ball to fight. An incomparably sharp Xuanyang sword flew out of Shanchong's sleeve, the sword blade was sharp, and the cold air was overwhelming. The fireball of the tart pulls out the black from left to right, up and down, and plays with great power. Shanchong saw that the meteor planet was fierce and difficult to face head-on, so with his superb light body skills, he flew around without touching the tip of his feet, and he made him dizzy, and the meteor made a move to hit the air. Just as Tart Bawu was at the end of the strong crossbow, it was too late and that was fast, Shanchong stabbed out with a volley, and the tip of the sword was only an inch away from Tart's throat.