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The middle-aged man is still in charge of opening.

Zhang Lifang is still an accurate hit.

He didn't have to do anything.

He just needs to "look" and that's it.

Sharp-eyed eyes can see through all disguises.

No matter how wonderful the old man's methods were, the result was the same.

He could "see" which porcelain bowl had dice in it.

It's silent cheating.

"Zhang Lifang, hit twice!"

"Keep up the good work!"

The middle-aged man announced with an expressionless face.

Zhang Lifang obtained the second white spirit bead.

There is no progressive way to bet on this bet, and one win is a white pearl.

Therefore, the people involved were all cultivators who felt fresh.

Once they get bored, they leave.

The odds of hitting are so low that there's almost no chance of chance.

Before Zhang Lifang appeared, there was no one who could hit twice in a row.

"Zhang Lifang, three times!"

"Zhang Lifang, four times!"

"Zhang Lifang, five times!"

......

With continuous accurate hits, Zhang Lifang immediately became the focus of everyone's attention.

The middle-aged man's gaze was also constantly patrolling back and forth on Zhang Lifang's body, as if he wanted to see through him.

However, he found nothing. Zhang Lifang is an ordinary person.

An ordinary person who doesn't even have a cyclone.

The atmosphere gradually became quieter.

After five sets, everyone followed Zhang Lifang to bet with great interest.

As a result, Zhang Lifang also hit accurately every time.

Ten times in a row. Ten accurate hits in a row.

Zhang Li took away ten white light beads expressionlessly.

The surrounding cultivators all looked Zhang Lifang up and down with extremely admiring eyes.

Even the middle-aged man was very surprised. He looked back at the old man many times.

As a result, the old man did not react at all. He was still silently smoking a dry cigarette and silently turning the porcelain bowl, not paying any attention to Zhang Lifang.

After getting the ten white light beads, Zhang Lifang did not continue to participate. He didn't want to be too conspicuous.

Winning 10 times in a row is already quite impressive. Do you want to keep going?

He felt that the old man had remembered himself deeply.

Being remembered by such a powerhouse above the Nebula Realm is actually not a good thing.

Ten white light beads are certainly nothing. However, his fiery eyes are too awesome and may be targeted.

Luckily, Eyesight doesn't need any technical assistance. Otherwise, he would have been exposed a long time ago.

Zhang Lifang took out some silver tickets from his arms and found that they looked like five hundred taels.

With such a little silver tael, you can't buy anything in Wanshan Town at all.

The slightly more advanced goods are all calculated with spirit beads.

The higher the level of a cultivator, the less effective the gold and silver are, and the stronger the effect of the spirit beads.

Therefore, Zhang Lifang was planning there to see if there was any way to get more spirit beads.

As a result, he casually glanced around, and really found something new.

I only saw that in an alley not far away, a group of people had also gathered.

A big man in a white turban is selling magic elixirs there.

All he sold were offensive magic pills, and there were quite a few cultivators who came to buy them.

If it was someone else, Zhang Lifang would just glance at it. However, through the white turban, he saw the red hair.

It turned out that this big man with a white turban was none other than the red-haired man Wei Zheng!

Maybe other cultivators couldn't recognize Wei Zheng's identity and origin, but Zhang Lifang saw through it at a glance.

Zhang Lifang walked over slowly, stood on Wei Zheng's side, and observed silently.

Wei Zheng sold a lot of magic pills in quantity and variety, and the price was fair.

This guy is indeed very talented as a potions master!

It's a pity that he is an enemy of the Elixir Guild.

Well, to be exact, he regarded the Elixir Guild as an enemy.

As long as this guy is in a bad mood, or on a whim, he will come to trouble the Elixir Guild.

On the other hand, it is not easy for the Elixir Guild to find trouble with this guy.

Why? Because Wei Zheng's disguise technique is so good that ordinary people can't tell it at all.

If it weren't for Zhang Lifang's fiery eyes, he probably wouldn't have recognized it.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Suddenly, a large group of young people in brocade clothes arrived violently.

There are a lot of them, and their level is also very high, most of them are the tenth layer of the Qi Gathering Realm, and a few of them are the second and third layers of the United Star Realm.

Their clothes are very gorgeous, and there are very elegant long swords hanging from their waists, and they are disciples of the family at a glance.

The surrounding cultivators' faces all darkened, and they hurriedly subconsciously avoided it, for fear that they would be affected.

"Paralyzed, the people of the Han family still think that Wanshan Town is Gray Peng City?"

"Shhhh

"Yes! Not only Han Yunxi is here, but Han Qianli is also here! Everyone be careful!"

Zhang Lifang silently listened to the whispers of the cultivators around him, and he was secretly surprised in his heart.

Sure enough, there is no wind and no waves! Wanshan Town, such a palm-sized place, actually attracted so many eyes, and the people of the Han family also appeared.

That Han Yunxi is a rising star named after Yang Junhuai, and he is also the thirteenth layer of the Qi Gathering Realm.

Han Qianli is even more powerful, and he is already the third layer of the United Star Realm.

Of course, none of this matters.

The important thing is that the Han family has a Han Siyi.

A Han Siyi who was accepted as a closed disciple by the head of the Cuiyu Tower.

Even if it is Song Tianzheng at this moment, it is impossible to completely overwhelm Han Siyi.

Unless Song Tianzheng really passed the assessment of Biluo City and became a disciple of Biluo City, then Han Siyi's limelight would be stolen by Song Tianzheng.

However, at least so far, the boss of Gray Peng City is still the Han family. The same is true in Wanshan Town.

Han Yunxi and Han Qianli came to find Wei Zheng, presumably there was nothing good.

Sure enough, Han Yunxi opened his mouth and said, "Master Dumb, we need a hundred Yelang Demon Pills. ”

Han Qianli immediately took out a heavy bag of things and put them in front of Wei Zheng.

Zhang Lifang silently examined it and found that it was a silver light bead.

Five hundred silver pearls.

Exchange for 100 Yoro Pills.

This business has been done...... No wonder Wei Zheng is so arrogant.

The magic pill that this guy secretly refined is also extremely popular. That's why I have the ability to go to trouble with the Elixir Master Guild.

"Dumb Master? Wei Zheng is pseudonym Dumb Master, is he worried that someone will recognize his voice?"

"Also, what does the Han family need so many magic pills for?

Zhang Lifang's heart secretly felt puzzled.

It's a pity that he doesn't have an answer.

Of course, Han Yunxi and Han Qianli could not give an answer.

However, it was at this time that a steep change protruded. A sharp voice came: "We want these magic pills!"

Zhang Lifang quietly looked back and found that a large number of young people in brocade clothes also came later.

It is none other than Song Jincheng who takes the lead!

This guy actually appeared in Wanshan Town!

"Song Jincheng, what do you mean?"

"Your Song family wants to rob our Han family?"

Han Qianli said angrily, "Dumb Master's Demon Pill, our Han family wants it all! First come, first served, don't you understand?"

Song Jincheng said coldly: "Believe it or not, I beat you all to death......"

A hoarse voice came, "Including beating me to death?"

Song Jincheng's face suddenly stiffened a little.

Of course he knew who was speaking.

A mournful erhu sound came faintly.

The erhu is full of all kinds of grievances, all kinds of sorrows, all kinds of despair.

The voice seemed to be ringing in everyone's ears, but it seemed to be far, far away from every cultivator......

"Damn! It's Han Zhao! He's here too!"

"He didn't come, he should be nearby......"

"It's a pity that a generation of geniuses ......"

Zhang Lifang's heart also moved slightly.

He also knows this Han Zhao.

Han Zhao is the first genius of the Han family.

His talent is even above Song Tianzheng.

When he was only twelve years old, he had already broken through the Lianxing Realm.

This breakthrough speed, even Han Siyi and Song Tianzheng are ashamed of themselves. Until now, it is still the record of Gray Peng City.

However, it may be that God is also jealous of Han Zhao's talent and deliberately caused him to suffer great calamity.

One night, Han Zhao was attacked by a ghost, and unfortunately his eyes were destroyed and he became blind.

In addition, due to the poisonous influence of the Yin Spirit, his cultivation also stagnated for a long time.

If it weren't for this, Song Tianzheng and Han Siyi would not have been able to surpass him at all.

However, even so, among the younger generation, Han Zhao is still the third person.

Even Song Jingang or Song Jincheng didn't dare to say that they could win against Han Zhao. Especially when Han Zhao was holding the erhu in his hands.

Since suffering a heavy blow, Han Zhao has given up swordsmanship and specialized in music and rhythm, and has actually embarked on a very special cultivation path. The erhu in his hand can almost be said to be one of the most terrifying weapons in Gray Peng City. One song and two springs reflect the moon, and I don't know how many cultivators' lives have been taken. And the song of Guangling San made the cultivators who heard it even more frightened, and they would still have nightmares after a few years.

"Han Zhao! What kind of hero is you sneaky?" Song Jincheng suddenly pulled out his twin swords and roared angrily at the surroundings.

As a result, he was answered by a melancholy melody, low and mournful, and bitter in his throat.

Song Jincheng's face turned blue and white for a while.

The scimitar in his hand actually trembled slightly.

He suddenly roared, and his body soared into the sky.

Immediately, he disappeared over the overlapping houses.

The grumbling and sad erhu sound is still intermittent, lingering for a long time, sometimes near and sometimes far away.

The faces of the disciples of the Song family gradually became uncalm.

Is Song Jincheng Han Zhao's opponent?

What if Song Jincheng is not Han Zhao's opponent......

Han Qianli said coldly, "What's the matter, do you still want to rob it?"

Han Yunxi even directly pulled out his two-handed giant sword and swung it in the air, undisguised his coercion of the Song family's disciples.

Those disciples of the Song family had no choice but to leave in a huff. Without Song Jincheng in charge, they are indeed not the opponents of Han Yunxi and the others. However, their eyes clearly told each other that they would never stop there. They will definitely be back.

Han Qianli turned to Wei Zheng and said loudly, "Master Dumb, you can sell the Yelang Demon Pill to us now, right?"

Wei Zheng shook his head blankly, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhang Lifang.