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Legend has it that Populus euphratica is born and does not wither for thousands of years, withers and does not fall for thousands of years, and is immortal for thousands of years. Whether this is true or not, no one has really counted, but a poplar outside this small inn has been withered for a few years, and has been standing there quietly, and has not changed for decades.

A crow, who did not know what to survive in the desert, turned its dark eyes and scanned the exact same scenery around it, as if it could find something in it, and chirped from time to time, as if to predict some calamity to come.

In such a desert, few people will come, but there will still be people, and there are still some trades that need to be done by people, and the huge benefits in them tempt people to cross this vast desert and arrive in a different country in exchange for different goods.

As a node in the desert, this small inn is also regarded as a constant flow of people, always full. The shopkeeper can be regarded as collecting a toll, no matter what kind of person he is, he will also be rewarded with a little toll, and he can be regarded as being able to live.

Naturally, the people who can go deep into such a desert are all cultivators. However, even cultivators don't dare to run rampant here, there are too many unknown forces in the desert that can easily destroy these powerful cultivators. When the powerhouses of the Xuan Realm arrived here, they all had to be extremely cautious.

Each wrapped himself in a wide robe, silent, hiding his appearance, his purpose, isolating himself from this world.

In such a desert, in addition to the strange disasters, there are countless ruthless people, and most people don't know how they died and whose hands they died. In order to survive, the distance between people is as far away as possible.

Although every table was full, there was no sound of conversation, just silence, waiting for a rest before continuing the journey.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a traveler came in a package that was not very tight.

As soon as the door opened, a wind with yellow sand poured in, which fascinated the eyes of many people.

Closing the door and keeping the wind and sand out, the traveler glanced at it, and went straight to an empty seat without looking carefully at who was here.

In fact, there is only one stool left vacant here.

A table, four stools, and the other three sat on three strong men with strange crow tattoos on their faces, with a look of anger. As a result, some people would rather stand than sit there.

But the traveler, who looked a little emaciated, went to the empty seat.

A strong man with a tattoo of a raven on his face stared coldly at the passerby, put one foot on the stool, and signaled that they had occupied it, and no one was allowed to occupy it.

The traveler took off his hat and shook off the yellow sand on it, revealing a slightly immature face, which at first glance was a small life raised in a gentle water town, which had not been destroyed by any wind and sand, white and tender, and was particularly conspicuous among a group of dark and coarse yellow people.

Seeing that the last stool had been so arbitrarily occupied, the traveler smiled slightly, but continued to walk forward, and walked directly to the strong man with the crow tattoo.

Looking disdainfully at the passers-by who came by, the strong man did not stand up, but just sat like a stone. He was not afraid of causing trouble, and even wanted to cause trouble, so it was too boring to wait here in silence, and if anyone wanted to come and be an object of play, he still welcomed it with an open heart.

The traveler narrowed his eyes slightly, and said softly, "Please take your feet away, I'm going to sit down." ”

The strong man didn't answer, but moved his fist slightly, aiming at the sidelines of the traveler, ready to punch at any moment. With a single percent of his strength, a strong man's fist can smash all of a person's ribs.

The traveler looked at the crow on the strong man's face, as if he had discovered something interesting, squinted his eyes slightly, and raised his hand slightly, wanting to pat the strong man's shoulder.

The corners of the strong man's mouth raised a sneer, and the steel-like fist immediately turned into a slap like a pu kui fan, and slapped it towards the passer's arm, if it did, it would definitely slap this arm off.

Few of the people around them even cast their eyes, they all had their own things and were not in the mood to care about things that had nothing to do with them.

Syllable!

A slight rattle.

It's like the sound of a swatting fly.

The traveler's hand finally landed on the strong man's shoulder, patted it gently, and said, "Please take your foot away, why should you be so horizontal? ”

The strong man originally thought that his steel-like palm could easily smash an arm, but he didn't expect that all the bones of his hand were broken in an instant, as if his hand was made of wood, but now he slapped it the steel.

By this time, the traveler's hand had been placed on his shoulder, and before the surprise and pain could be transmitted to his mind, his foot became a soft surface and fell off the bench.

The traveler smiled slightly, gently blew the dirt on the bench, and sat down.

The two people who were walking with the strong man originally wanted to make any moves, but when they saw the strong man's pale face, they knew that they had encountered an incomparably hard stubble, which was not something they could touch at all, so they could only endure it.

has passed the age of only one passion, these people know how to survive very well, and it is absolutely impossible to risk their lives for one breath.

Such a small dispute just fell into the eyes of a few people. And only two or three people could see the problem, but they didn't know very clearly, what method did the very young-looking traveler use to easily shatter the palm of the first glimpse of the Qi Sea Realm.

The traveler glanced at the three of them, smiled sincerely, and said to the air: "Shopkeeper, do you have noodles? ”

At this time, the shopkeeper of the inn had just finished his work, so he ran over, put on a smiling face, and quickly nodded and said, "Yes, plain noodles, a little salt." ”

The traveler said, "Is there any wine?"

"Yes, cloudy wine. ”

"Okay. ”

"Okay. The shopkeeper replied and immediately returned to the kitchen at the back of the house.

Hearing such a conversation, some people who were willing to watch the excitement couldn't help but wonder if they didn't need to eat, but this person seemed to be very hungry, could it be that he still had to eat? But in this desert, after seeing too many strange people and strange things, such a kid eating noodles could not arouse much interest in people.

It's also a shame that this small inn has these things stocked, otherwise the place where ordinary cultivators gather may not be able to take them out.

After a bowl of hot somen noodles was served, there was also a pot of somewhat cloudy wine, which the shopkeeper warmed intimately.

The traveler rolled up his sleeves and took out a plate of pickles from the bronze ring, then took out the sliced roast leg of lamb and ate the bowl of noodles with relish.

The three strong men with crow tattoos around could only look coldly, without words or movements.

The whole small inn hidden in the wind and sand also has the sound of a person eating noodles.

The traveler didn't care about the gaze of others, as if there was no one around, eating with relish and tasting the somewhat cloudy wine.

Halfway through the meal, the traveler suddenly smiled at the three of them and said, "Tell me a story, tell me what is strange here." ”

Strong men can not provoke the traveler in front of them, but they will not allow the traveler to ride on their heads and shit, such an act that is almost like storytelling, they will definitely not do it, this is simply a naked insult.

Their gaze gradually became cold, and the power in their bodies was ready to move, ready to burst out at any time, and they worked together to attack the traveler in front of them.

The three strong men who have just glimpsed the Qi Sea Realm are all people who lick blood at the tip of the knife all the year round, and they also have the ability to fight in the face of the strong men in the Qi Sea Realm. What's more, the traveler in front of him is so young, no matter how high the realm is, it is impossible to break through the Qi Sea Realm.

The traveler still bowed his head to eat his noodles, but his other hand reached into his bosom and pulled out something.

Secretly clenching their knives, in order to prevent the travelers from making the first move, the three strong men were ready to strike immediately.

In the desert, dry bones are not uncommon, half trapped to death, half killed by humans. Even if there is a bloody incident in this small inn, no one will care, and those who should leave will still go, as if nothing happened.

However, the traveler took out a white gem, illuminated the originally gloomy room a little brighter, and said flatly: "If anyone's story is told well, this moon stone will be theirs." ”

Like spiritual weapons, some rare ores are naturally rated by grades, and they are also four levels: void spirit, mysterious spirit, god, and immortal. And the moon condensate stone belongs to the first-grade void spirit mine, and it is also of great help to the people of the Qi Sea Realm.

The three of them stared at the tourist in front of them, and exchanged their spare eyes, and their tense muscles gradually relaxed, dispelling the idea of making a move.

I don't know if it's the luck of the travelers, but the three people in front of them happen to need a moon stone. When the traveler took out this stone, it naturally attracted the attention of many people, and when he heard the traveler's words, one person was also moved.

If you can get the moon stone just by saying a few words, such a cost-effective thing is naturally willing to be done by countless people. But they are all people who have struggled on the edge of life and death, and they will not easily believe a word from a stranger. Don't say it's a stranger, even if it's a vow made by a loved one, it's not very reliable.

The three strong men needed the moon condensation stone, and it was impossible for them to speak immediately when they saw it, so they just stared coldly at the travelers.

Continuing to eat noodles, knowing the reaction of these people, the traveler smiled slightly and continued: "What's the matter? After living for so long, I don't believe in people's words more and more, do you believe in nonsense now?"

However, after the traveler finished speaking, there was still silence.

Suddenly, a weak voice came from an inconspicuous corner: "I...... You can tell a story, and I don't want that stone, it's ...... Can you divide me in half?"