Jiang Qingyu, who was knocking melon seeds, felt two scorching glances, and when he saw the Taoist friend of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect and his fellow disciples, he smiled back in a friendly manner, which could be regarded as a greeting.

Thinking that Dabi estimated that it would take more than ten days to finish, melon seeds and peanuts could not be broken, and he had to deal with suppliers.

As a result, the young man who sold the goods was so angry that his face turned even redder.

His senior brother's eyes lit up, and Jiang Qingyu was terrified.

I always felt that he was not looking at people, but a spirit stone mine—from Jiang Qingyu's intuition.

……

……

"Xiaoyu, it has to be you, this melon seed is really strong!" Gu Zhizhou was very happy, and the whole person was full of stupidity from the inside out.

Luo Heng smashed a walnut over: "Don't patronize eating, watch the game, maybe you will meet, and see if the opponent's playing style is not harmful to you." ”

"Calm down, I'll look at it!" As soon as Gu Zhizhou stretched out his hand, the walnut landed precisely in his hand.

With a slight pinch, the crispy walnuts cracked in response, revealing the plump walnut flesh, and threw it into the mouth to chew, crispy and sweet, and the eyes lit up: "Huh!?" Little fish, this fresh walnut is delicious! Thin skin and plenty of meat! ”

Jiang Qingyu also opened a tasting, indeed, it was better than the dried walnuts sold in the cultivation realm, and there was no astringency: "This senior brother of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is really a talent, and he has such a planting technique. ”

Song Shu peeled melon seeds for Zhou Shuning, and the small jade plate in his hand had already piled up a mountain of melon seeds.

He handed the peeled hundred melon seeds to Zhou Shuning, smiled and watched Zhou Shuning eat them, and then peeled them repeatedly, enjoying himself.

Hearing Jiang Qingyu's words, he said with two hearts: "I heard that the sword cultivation of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is relatively good...... Poor, because the price of repairing the natal spirit sword is expensive, and you have to enchant the sword, set stones, polish and polish, and have to do some side jobs. ”

"It is said ......"

Song Shu paused, and said with an obvious smile: "It is said that a few years ago, there was a senior brother who deliberately pretended to be a woman and went to Mingyue Tower to be an Oiran because of his good looks. ”

"In the end, for some reason, my real gender was revealed, and since then, I have been hunted down and killed by that person, and I am still wandering outside and dare not return to my sect......"

The walnut kernel in Jiang Qingyu's hand crossed her lips three times without entering, and she was amazed: "So explosive?!" ”

"What?" Luo Heng said again: "Have you ever heard of a charcoal seller? ”

Gu Zhizhou raised his hand while peeling melon seeds: "I know, I know!" Isn't it just an old man who sells charcoal? ”

Luo Heng gave Gu Zhizhou a speechless look.

Jiang Qingyu hesitated for a moment and raised his claws: "Is it a Yuefu poem?" ”

Luo Heng: "You have a bit of a diploma than the second goods, but you answered wrong." ”

Jiang Qingyu said calmly, the charcoal seller is really a memory engraved in her genes, she is just a happy person, and naturally knows that it is not the answer of the group.

Seeing this, Zhou Shuning explained with a smile: "Actually, this is also a description of a senior brother of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. ”

"That's right," Luo Heng took out the bone fan and fanned the wind with a gesture: "It was still many years ago, not much different from the timeline of the world-famous amazing case of the senior brother of the Oiran, and a senior brother who was also short of money was always missing because of his extremely bad luck. ”

"Until one day, he saw an old man selling charcoal to make money, and found that the money he earned would never be lost, and embarked on the road of selling charcoal and never returned, and it took 18 years to sell."

"It's just west of the town at the foot of Wanjian Sect Mountain, it's almost winter, calculate the time, he should have already opened a stall."

Jiang Qingyu admired his contribution and gave his thumbs up, "Absolutely, amazing!" ”

Gu Zhizhou thought thoughtfully: "The money obtained from other actions is gone, but the only one who sells charcoal will not get it, is this a natural charcoal life?" ”

As the No. 10 player in the ring fell from the ring, the No. 9 player won the victory, and the deacon elder shook the sky with a gong and drum: "In the next game, No. 11 vs. No. 12!" ”

Gu Zhizhou pushed Luo Heng excitedly: "Hey, it's your turn!" ”

Hearing this, Luo Heng lifted off the melon seed shell on his clothes and walked into the ring.

A certain second-hand melon seed can throw the melon seed shell everywhere.

No. 11 is a girl, dressed in red, with a beautiful face, Jiang Qingyu seems to be able to smell the fragrance of acacia flowers from her.

The girl saw Luo Heng's handsomeness, and covered her lips and laughed like a pleasant silver bell: "Giggles, the little girl Hehuan Zong Yueji ~ Please advise the son ~"

It's not that the Luo family didn't open a fat powder shop, but Ji Yue's body smelled of fat powder, Luo Heng frowned slightly, and saluted politely: "Qingxiao Sect Luo Heng, please advise." ”

After the introduction of the two sides, the deacon elder still sounded a gong: "Begin!" ”

Ji Yue still had a smile on her face.

Luo Heng frowned, and he always felt that the other party's smile was not very good for him, so he could only attack first, and the bone fan was in his hand.

"Oh? Childe and the little woman are really fateful, even the magic weapons are of the same origin, and I am also a fan~" Ji Yue's laughter was soft and charming, bringing a burst of crispness.

Luo Heng lost his mind for a moment, Ji Yue saw the opportunity, his smile turned into a cold attack, and his right hand conjured up a feather fan, waving a purple mist at Luo Heng!

Gu Zhizhou looked at it and called it insidious!

Jiang Qingyu pressed the excited Gu Zhizhou, "This is called a surprise." ”

Gu Zhizhou chattered: "Sneak attack, sneak attack!" She's a little piece of garbage!! Luo Heng! Don't fall for her! That isn't a good person!! ”

Jiang Qingyu: "......"

Fortunately, the ring has an automatic silence enchantment.

Play and play, they still believe in Luo Heng.

In the ring, Ji Yue was about to succeed, and when the feather fan was still a few minutes away from Luo Heng, it was not right, her illusion mist could not work so quickly!

Unless, unless the other party didn't fall for illusion at all!

Her pupils shook, and just as she wanted to retreat, a column of water rose into the sky, and behind her was a curtain of spiritual power, and there was no way to retreat, so she could only be rolled up and sent out of the ring by the water column.

What envelops her is spiritual power, not water, and there are traces of water under the ring, but Ji Yue's clothes are still dry.

Luo Heng stood on the stage with a faint expression: "I agreed." ”

Ji Yue smiled, "It's me who is confident and careless, and Luo Gongzi is humble." ”

The deacon elders struck the gong: "The twelfth is promoted, the eleventh is eliminated, and in the next game, the thirteenth will fight the fourteenth!" ”

The onlookers in the audience were still at a loss: "No, this is the end?" ”

"What just happened?"

"No, I'm chatting with people."

"I know, I know! Ji Yue of the Hehuan Sect used the illusion mist to prepare for a sneak attack, but Luo Daoyou didn't get hit, so he planned and sent people out of the ring with one move! ”

"Can you dodge the fog of illusion? Isn't this something that gets confused when you smoke it? ”

"Isn't that unsolvable?"

"Anyway, Luo is worried that he seems to be hiding!"

"Actually, it's not incomprehensible, I heard the sect master of the Hehuan Sect say that as long as you have a firm mind, you won't be fascinated."

"Hey, Qingxiao Sect Luo Heng, the young master of the Luo family in the clouds, a genius, what's wrong with being firm? Not surprising, not surprising, next, next! ”