"Silence!"

A soft drink!

Qiu Daoyu stepped forward, and a momentum like the top of the mountain stopped the crowd from moving forward frantically.

It's as if there is a cliff ahead, and I obviously want to die, but the instinct to survive is holding me back.

This is the spiritual suppression of the Great Grandmaster.

For those who are lower than their realm, there is no disadvantage.

"Hiss......"

Many grandmaster warriors who were watching the excitement outside gasped.

This is a great martial arts master!

However, thinking of Jiang Ping's [new] identity that the crowd broke out just now, everyone was relieved.

The demon who can slash the great grandmaster with a sword, and the entourage around him is also a great grandmaster, so it doesn't seem so strange.

It's still weird!

Thinking that the grand master is willing to be a servant, this kind of compulsion can not be compared to the show just now.

So these grandmasters, who were originally more reserved, also moved.

Well, it's not because of any 100,000 taels of silver, I just think that this Jiang Gongzi is a good person and wants to make a friend.

Of course, if Jiang Gongzi kept his promise, they would have reluctantly accepted the 100,000 taels of silver.

And then......

The grandmasters were holding ten taels of silver, and their minds were full of who I was, where I was, and what I was doing.

Ten taels of silver?

His own unique exercises have been replaced?

It's like a dream.

A group of grandmasters wanted to cry without tears, looking at Jiang Ping, who was surrounded by the surging crowd, their eyes were blank, like a little girl who had just been robbed of the cake in her hand.

An hour later.

The crowd gradually dispersed, but there were still some people who looked strange as monkeys at the zoo.

Jiang Ping rubbed his face, and in order to maintain his image as a humble gentleman, his face was about to stiffen with laughter.

Especially those Evil Pen Masters, Made, do you have a lot of experience as your son?

Is the basic exercise bad?

Do you have to show off your own unique exercises?

One by one, you took advantage of me, and my son was deceived by you.

Jiang Ping wanted to scold his mother when he saw it.

If it weren't for the fact that the progress of the task was almost unfinished, he would have given these ignorant grandmasters a little color on the spot.

Hey, it's so hard for me to level up.

Jiang Ping sighed.

Then he saw a young man with a somewhat cowering expression walking up to him and asking:

"Is it true that if you can't learn, you will have 100,000 taels of silver?"

Jiang Ping nodded, and then said:

"Take a break today, and come back tomorrow. ”

The young man was naturally Ye Huan, and he pleaded with a face:

"Don't, big brother, I've been queuing outside for a long time, you can be accommodating, add another one, it's not easy for me to go down the mountain." ”

Seeing the young man's slightly tired appearance, Jiang Ping still shook his head:

"No, that's the rule. ”

Then he casually took out ten taels of silver from the silver box and threw it into the boy's arms:

"Seeing that you are so weak, let's go buy some wolfberry supplements. ”

With that, he stood up and walked back.

Ye Huan wanted to catch up, but was blocked by Qiu Daoyu, he had to sigh and shouted at Jiang Ping:

"Then big brother, I'll come early tomorrow, you remember that I'm the first!"

Jiang Ping waved his hand backwards.

Ye Huan bit the ten taels of silver in his hand, first delighted, and then envious.

When will he be able to regard ten taels of silver as dung?

......

The next day.

When Jiang Ping came to the scene of the payment, he saw that a group of people in Wuyang had already lined up.

He couldn't help but nod his head with satisfaction, it seems that yesterday's publicity was not bad.

It's not in vain that he took so much effort to write such a perfect script, especially the paragraph about his character, which describes his own image very well, which is too appropriate.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people here today.

Come to think of it, it's all for his character.

The first in line is Ye Huan, the owner of Ye Zhuang.

He didn't go back at all yesterday, just had a hasty meal, and it was here that he and Qiu Daoyu consumed.

Qiu Daoyu is guarding the silver, and he is guarding Qiu Daoyu.

At this moment, he is still holding the leftover meat buns from last night in his hand, and he is eating happily.

Although it is a little colder, this bun is still delicious for a person who has been hungry for three days and has to compete with rats for food.

"Big brother, you're here, do you want to eat steamed buns?"

Ye Huan saw Jiang Ping and greeted him warmly.

"Thank you. ”

Jiang Ping politely refused: "I just ate it." ”

"Take your exercises, see that you are so confident, don't go back crying later. ”

Ye Huan nodded confidently, and took out a book from his arms that was yellowed all over, even the cover had fallen off, the corners of the pages were broken, and the feet were moldy.

"Big brother, you inspect the goods. ”

This is the heirloom secret book he deducted from under the table in the ancestral hall, and I don't know if it is the table insect proof, this secret book was not eaten by insects.

Speaking of which, he has read this cheat since he was a child, and even memorized it backwards.

After all, he Ye Huan was also a peerless genius in the mouth of his gambling ghost father back then.

It's a pity that he can't even learn his own exercises, and he is still a low-grade martial artist.

Jiang Ping took the cheats that seemed to be scattered with the wind at any time and opened them to take a look.

What's that?

This scene seems a little familiar.

Jiang Ping muttered in his heart and turned over again.

Heart Sword?

What else?

Jiang Ping flipped through it again without believing it.