"Not interested. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" Ye Feng glanced at her and said coldly.

"Don't, little handsome guy, go with my sister, my sister is good to you. "If a woman entangles a man, it is very terrible, especially a beautiful woman, I am afraid that few people can refuse such a temptation, if you change some young people, I am afraid that they will be directly pulled away by this old sister.

But Ye Feng is obviously not an ordinary person, when this beautiful chef full of charm took Ye Feng's hand and dragged him away, Ye Feng did not move at all, the cook was anxious, he had also pulled many young offspring before, one of them was still a showman? She didn't believe that anyone in this vegetable market could resist her temptation.

Ye Feng raised his head, glanced at her with a smile, pointed to an old farmer squatting on the corner of the street to buy vegetables, and said, "I'm sorry, aunt." He was the one I was looking for. ”

Sister Ma glanced at the wrinkled and dark-skinned old peasant in surprise, and said, "Little handsome guy, what are you looking for him?

Ye Feng blinked, and his poker face that had not changed for thousands of years showed a rare smile, and said, "You understand." ”

The very filthy Sister Ma obviously thought of something unbearable, her face turned red, and then she showed a heavy disgust, and immediately let go of her hand, patted it as if disgusted, snorted, and straightened her bulging chest, "Disgusting!" turned around and twisted her round beautiful buttocks and left.

Several of the women around her had a look of envy on their faces, but now they were gone, replaced by a look of pity, and they only listened to their whispered discussions.

"It's a pity that this young man likes men. ”

"Yes, and I like old men, such a handsome guy, come with my mother once, my mother would rather live a few years less. ”

Ye Feng ignored the chicken women of several women, came to the old farmer's side, squatted down, looked at the lotus root in the white cloth bag, took one and said, "Master, how to sell the lotus root?"

"One penny, one pound!"

"How did you get this lotus root?" Ye Feng asked.

"It was picked in the field in the morning, but it was fresh. ”

An earthy smile appeared on the old peasant's swarthy face.

The corners of Ye Feng's mouth moved, it seemed to be a laugh, and it seemed to be mockery, he looked at the old farmer's hand, and said lightly: "Everyone who buys lotus root has mud on their hands, but your hands are very clean, I don't know why?"

The old farmer looked at the other peers, the nails in his hands were dirty and full of sludge, knowing that his identity was exposed, his face showed a fierce look, and he suddenly burst out, but before he could make a move, Ye Feng's palm had already hit his heavenly spirit cover, and there was a sound of metal colliding.

The "old peasant" had a sneering look on his face and said, "My golden bell jar is not so easy to break. ”

Ye Feng said indifferently: "Really?" and then said flatly: "Red Dust Fire!"

"What!" the old peasant's face changed, revealing a look of horror. I saw that flames had already appeared on Ye Feng's palms, boom, the flames quickly spread down his body along his scalp, Ye Feng stepped a little, like falling leaves, and retreated lightly, and then he didn't look at the arrogance of becoming a fire man, so Shi Shiran left.

There was only one burning man at the entrance of the vegetable market, who howled miserably, and passers-by who pointed and talked about it!

The news of the top ten masters of the Tianlong Gang and the tenth master of the Tenth Gang who died at the entrance of the vegetable market spread far and wide! The gods were shocked! The rivers and lakes were shocked!

Yipin Tea House is one of the nine floors in the most famous nine floors in the Shendu City, the tea here is the most fragrant in the Great Zhou Dynasty, among them, the most ordinary cup of tea, can make a civilian family, a family of five live for a month.

In one of the top luxury boxes, a person covered in a black robe sat on the seat, and the other eight people sat or stood with lazy eyes.

The black-robed man wore a silver mask, glanced at the people in the room, and put down the tea leisurely, then slammed the teacup and shouted: "Ao Fengxing is dead, killed by a subordinate of the Ye family, shame, this is a great shame for our Tianlong Gang! You still have spare time to drink tea here!"

"Bullshit Ye family, don't worry, the leader is going to kill the Ye family alone. A fat-headed and big-eared monk shook off his fat and wore a yellow robe covered with greasy stains, and strangely enough to have a huge white bag beside him.

"Monk Budai, are you okay?" a man dressed in white, with a three-foot-tall hat on his head, and a strangely shaped black stick placed beside him.

"Bai impermanence, you don't believe in the old man. The cloth bag monk glanced at him and said gloomily.

"As far as I know, your strength is only a little better than Ao Fengxing, Ao Fengxing was killed by one of Ye Man's subordinates, can you kill Ye Man, the son of the Divine Capital?" Bai Wuchang said lightly.

"Yes, my strength is indeed only a little better than that idiot of Ao Fengxing. The cloth bag monk nodded, then showed a confident smile, looked at the huge cloth bag on the left, and said with a smile: "But I have this Qiankun God Bag, which can fit everything in the world, what kind of bullshit god is the son, Lao Tzu tied him up and put him in front of the leader." ”

The black-robed man at the head nodded and said, "Yes, I believe in Budai, there are not many people in the world who can avoid his Qiankun Divine Bag, and Ye Man, the son of the Divine Capital, is by no means one of those people!"

"Hmph, what's the big deal, isn't it just a broken bag?" Bai Wuchang said disdainfully, his mouth was disdainful, but his eyes were full of envy, and he said in his heart: This monk cultivates to death as garbage, but in his hand there is a spiritual treasure like the Qiankun God Bag, which is simply flowers with cow dung.

Lingbao, why don't you have it?

"Bai impermanence, if you have the ability, let's compare and compare!" The cloth bag monk was full of provocation.

One of them, a pale man with a black high hat, looked at the cloth bag monk, and laughed: "Don't be funny, cloth bag monk, although your Qiankun divine bag is magical, but the nine of us are people who know the roots, believe it or not, you haven't put my brother in the bag yet, my mourning stick has already hit your head and bloomed." The cloth bag monk snorted, "There will be more people and fewer people!"

This person is Bai Wuchang's elder brother Hei Wuchang, ranking sixth among the top ten masters!

The people in the room did not know that all their words were listened to by others, and in the room where they were talking, there was a small hole in an ancient landscape painting, which was very hidden, and even with the caution of the "black-robed man", he did not find this strange place.

Outside the hole is a small iron pipe, which leads to a mysterious room, this room is very strange, there are mechanisms everywhere, there is no door at all, closed, deep, fortunately, the lights are bright here, beautiful crystal lamps are everywhere, and many people are busy here.