Skyfire City.

"The old gentleman is talented!"

"And this one... This brother..."

"I'm really amazed!"

"With the two of you, although my Tianhuo is only a small city, I am also not afraid of the eight main cities!"

"Any request from the two of you, we will do our best to meet it!"

Compared to the lame man in Wind and Snow City, there is still a unique arrogance in the big city.

In a place like Tianhuo City, the city lord directly appeared, holding Old Man An's hand excitedly, and shaking it constantly.

The fool stood behind Old Man An, looking left and right, hehe smirked.

In fact, the normal plan was to let the fool find a city to play with.

But the fool couldn't understand, and after tossing around, Old Man An could only helplessly take him to form a 'king fried combination'.

A support, with a charging warrior, the chemistry is amazing.

Although the fool still hadn't remembered what his 'term' was, the immortal qi was real, and it was constantly nourishing his body, causing his strength to grow stronger all the time.

With the assistance of Old Man An, he is like a fierce beast in the world!

"Hehe, the city lord is polite."

"We will definitely try our best to get a good result for Skyfire City."

"At least..."

"Far more than you expected."

Old man An responded with a smile, and was taken to the hotel to rest by the city lord himself.

It can be said that this trip to the Black Street is equivalent to the gospel of these small towns.

Originally, their results were mediocre, but they had a lot of extra resources for nothing.

As for why not go to the big city...

Firstly, these big cities themselves are what they need to intercept, and secondly...

Big city has the heritage of big city.

Heijie is not proud to think that if they go out casually, two people can occupy the absolute C position in the big city.

If it really had this kind of strength, Shanhai City would have knelt down and begged the black street to come out of the mountain and sweep the world.

Of course, the lame are not among them.

He can suppress the taboo of a street, and he is as famous as Su Yang.

As for the fools ...

If Old Man An doesn't lead him, he will probably run away.

After the Blessed Giver Contest is over, he may not be able to find the right place.

Just when everyone in the black street was ready to go, other cities were also unwilling to be lonely.

……

Springgrass City.

A woman in her early twenties, with a graceful posture and unusually revealing clothing, maintained a lazy demeanor even in a serious conference room, with a charming smile on her face.

None of the men present dared to look at him.

Even most of them are hunched.

"It is rumored by the outside world that the people of my Springgrass City are cowardly and unusable."

"This 'Journey to Immortals' is the best proof."

The young city lord sat in the first place, clenched his fists, full of momentum, but his eyes were always aimed at the woman from time to time, trying to attract her attention.

But the woman was still holding her chin in boredom, as if she was not interested in it at all.

Every move, every smile and smile reveals flattery, but it can always touch the hearts of everyone in the conference room.

"The men of Springgrass City are so boring, shouting that they are not cowardly, but they let a dust prostitute be the captain."

"I hate it in my heart, but I think about it in my bones..."

"Hehe..."

As if thinking of something, the woman covered her mouth and chuckled, her voice so pleasant.

Suddenly, the conference room fell into absolute silence, silent, all staring at him, some of them were not strong-willed, and even drooled uncontentedly.

……

Autumn Water City.

Foshan.

The top of the mountain.

It looks like a young monk who is still underage, with his back to the temple and facing forward.

Put your hands behind your back.

Wearing sunglasses and a gold chain around his neck, the very thick kind, if you don't look closely, you think he is wearing a string of golden Buddhist beads.

On the wrist of the right hand, he also wears a string of Buddhist beads, which is very expensive to see the wood.

"If you don't tell me, I really can't see that you are a monk."

The young city lord, who weighed at least 300 kilograms, stood on the top of the mountain, his breathing seemed to be a little weak, and he waved his hand.

The two subordinates hurriedly carried a leather seat and placed it in front of the young city lord.

The young city lord sat down, and then he felt a lot more comfortable.

As for his line...

If the little monk walks on the street, others can see at a glance that he is a local tyrant.

In front of the young city lord of Qiushui City, he is more like a child from a poor family.

"Why?"

The little monk was a little puzzled, came back to his senses, and looked at the young city lord in surprise.

"In my impression, monks are all plainly dressed, focused on cultivation, and have a brilliant temperament."

The young city lord waved his hand again.

A subordinate opened the cigar box, took out a cigar, sorted it out, handed it to the young city lord, and lit it.

Wisps of smoke rise into the air.

"Why do monks have to do this?"

"If I spend my whole life trying to be what others should be, then I am worshipping the Buddha or the world."

"The Buddha has no desires and no desires, and he will not dislike me because I wear gold and silver, nor will he rejoice in me because I am frugal and thin."

"I am always me, and a Buddha is always a Buddha."

The little monk took off his sunglasses, compared to his cheesy dress, his eyes looked unusually clear, as if he could see through the turbidity of this world and see those 'true selves'.

"All the so-called rules and regulations are just believers trying to strengthen their faith through external means, to make themselves look ... Just be more religious. ”

"If my heart is strong, I don't need external objects."

"Even if I sit in front of the Buddha statue, smoking, drinking, and eating meat, my heart... Having his place is enough. ”

"Even..."

"Ahead of most people."

"At least I won't kneel in front of the Buddha, kowtow, burn incense, and shout in my mouth to ask the Buddha to bless me with promotion, wealth, and everything going well."

"I have no desires or desires, but I still worship the Buddha, which is already the greatest sincerity."

While speaking, the little monk looked curiously at the cigar in the young city lord's hand: "I see that you often hold this in your mouth, is it easy to smoke?" ”

"Try?"

The young city lord moved his fat body and handed the cigar away.

The little monk didn't dislike it, he took it directly in his mouth, took a sharp breath, and slowly spit out the smoke.

The already smoky mountain tops have become a little more blurred.

"Interesting."

"But it's just fun."

The little monk returned the cigar.

The young city lord took back the cigar with a smile: "So, this time, you are not ready to compete for the first place?" ”

"Why not?"

The little monk's clear eyes were a little surprised.

"None of the Buddhas are indisputable."

The young city lord replied.

"I only worship the Buddha, not the Buddha."

"I'm going to fight."

"I still have to fight for the first."

The little monk said solemnly and slowly.