With a snap, closing the folding fan in his hand, the young man said to Zuo Fengchen: "I am the eldest disciple of the head of the Purple Cloud View of Zhongji Mountain, and the future master of the Purple Cloud Temple. Don't you want to know me?"

As soon as he heard Zhong Jishan's Purple Cloud View, Zuo Fengchen smiled: "I haven't heard of this at all!"

After Zuo Fengchen finished speaking, the young man's face was slightly angry. He wanted to have a seizure, but when he thought about it, there was a person with two immortal weapons on the other side, although he had just found out that he had no mana at all with a snooping book, but it was difficult to guarantee that he was a martial arts master. So, it's better to be cautious!

But there are immortal weapons in front of you, Wuling Mansion is thousands of miles away, there are countless cities, and the cultivation sect is springing up like mushrooms after a rain~ out, but in addition to the five masters of the Abyss Realm, I am afraid that only Heavenly Court can have it!

What's more, in the past few days, the five major sects have sent their disciples to Fengqi Town to exterminate the second fierce general of the Zuo Demon Emperor, the Wanhua Demon, and a few days ago, she was seriously injured, if he can get a fairy weapon, as long as he kills the Wanhua Demon at that time, he will definitely become famous in a battle, and from then on, who in the vast land of the Abyss Realm does not know the name of his cicada?

At that time, the Ziyun Temple behind him will definitely become the head of the five major cultivation sects in the Abyss Realm, and even the Wumeng Emperor will personally receive him and list Taoism as the state religion, so why don't he bring the Ziyun Mansion to the peak moment?

Thinking of this, Ming Cicada calmed down again, and then said: "It's okay, Fengqi Town is a remote town, and the villagers in the border city are ignorant and forgiving. Young man, I see that the crutches behind you are good, can you sell me one, I want to go home and honor my eighty-year-old grandfather!"

Seeing that Zuo Fengchen was only a sixteen-year-old boy, Ming Cicada must not have known that he was carrying an immortal weapon, so he hurriedly used filial piety to win Zuo Fengchen's sympathy, so as to deceive the immortal weapon.

It's a pity that his monster analysis system has no money, otherwise Zuo Fengchen would definitely want to analyze him. Listening to the meaning of his words, it seems that Ziyunguan is very famous in this place, and it is better not to offend more people when he just came. The noise in the courtyard in front of him became louder and louder, and Zuo Fengchen learned from the appearance of a literati and said goodbye to the cicada.

"I'm so sorry, crutches don't sell. I still have something to do, so I'll leave here!"

After Zuo Fengchen finished speaking, he left, and the cicada still chased after him, and shouted while chasing: "Look at the way you give gifts, it looks like a disciple of Confucianism, I have a maid folding fan, which is painted by Jiang Chengzi, the most famous painter in the Wumeng Empire for five thousand years, why don't you change a cane with Mr. Xiao to honor my grandfather?"

"Don't change!"

Zuo Fengchen, who has always been well-versed in business, knows that this guy likes the crutches on his back so much, which means that this crutches are very attractive to him, so its value will not be less than just a maid fan.

After you have asked yourself what you want to buy summoning scrolls, when will you set up a stall in the city to sell them, can't you exchange them for a lot of summoning scrolls?

So Zuo Fengchen resolutely rejected the exchange request of the cicada.

The cicada didn't seem to stop until it reached its goal, and chased Zuo Fengchen away. While following Zuo Fengchen, the cicada discussed again: "How about adding a certain amount of gold?"

"It's not good, honor the elderly, the spirit is precious, cross the river and go straight, cut it yourself!"

Zuo Fengchen walked towards the small courtyard while tightly protecting the peachwood cane behind him. Seeing that Zuo Fengchen was still unmoved, the cicada said again: "It must be gold, enough for you to eat and drink for the rest of your life!

"Don't think about it!"

Zuo Fengchen was still very resolute.

It was about to reach the side of the small courtyard, and a team of people in front surrounded the small courtyard on the inner and outer three floors. Seeming to be a little afraid of those people, the cicada pulled the master Zuo Fengchen and said, "Young man, I'll make another condition." Three days later, the intern heads of the five major sects jointly attacked Wanhualing to train troops, I know that your Confucianism Song Dashan's mana is low, but as the leader of the alliance, how about I take you?"

"Attack Wanhualing?"

Zuo Fengchen suddenly became interested, he had just come out of Wanhualing, and they went to attack Wanhualing again, could it be to fight the little lady Wanhua Demon?

No, my baby is still in her hands, what if they kill the Wanhua Demon and they snatch my baby away? Hehe, since I know that you are going to Wanhualing, I will follow you unknowingly in three days, no, I should have hid in the mountains a day in advance, and when you are both defeated, snatch my treasure and leave, wouldn't it be happy?

There was a burst of joy in his heart, and when he saw that Zuo Fengchen's face was leaking a smile, the cicada smiled even more obscenely.

"Still not for sale! bye!"

Zuo Fengchen ran out of the cicada with a gust of wind, the cicada sighed, and shouted unwillingly: "I have a tea house not far from the city gate, I will drink tea there, and come to me if you want to figure it out!"

"Well, there will be a period later!"

After Zuo Fengchen finished speaking, he had already run along a gravel road by the river to the courtyard, and the outside of the fence was blocked by a group of housekeepers in black tight clothes. After carefully counting, this group of people was no less than thirty people.

Inside, an old man knelt on the ground, dragging a bottle in his hand, and a landlord-like Yanai dressed in gorgeous silk stood in the courtyard fanning it. It is estimated that there are nearly 300 catties in the ya, with a bulging belly, a fat head and big ears, and more importantly, a garlic nose and small eyes, which are really disgusting to look at.

"Hey, what squeeze, what kind of person, are you?"

"Look at the excitement. ”

"Get out of the way and see!"

Zuo Fengchen kept jumping and looking inside, not wanting a sturdy family to kick him, Zuo Fengchen fell to the ground with a pop.

Getting up from the ground, the eyes of the left wind and morning fire only glowed with golden light!

Dare to bully yourself, you game pawns, after Zuo Fengchen got up from the ground, he walked to the dog's leg with a smile, and kicked him into his crotch while he was not paying attention.

"Cut off the feet of the children and grandchildren!"

Zuo Fengchen shouted and turned his head and ran!

"You, you ......" Jia Ding knelt on the ground in pain and pointed to the direction of Zuo Fengchen's escape, and a black-clothed family next to him looked like a torch, staring at the direction of Zuo Fengchen's escape, and suddenly there was wind under his feet, and after a while, a pair of hands were on Zuo Fengchen's shoulders.

A few minutes later, there was one more person in the courtyard.

"Sure enough, it's not a good habit to love to watch lively......"

Zuo Fengchen sighed, the two family members picked him up, and pointed at Zuo Fengchen with a snose and scolded: "You, you, you, you, a poor, poor, poor, dry, dry, what?"

Yanai took out a piece of from his nostrils and looked very happy, and smeared his nose on the clothes of the guards next to him. The guard's face was ugly, but he didn't dare to speak.

"I, I'm just the innocent people passing by!"

Outnumbered, not the time to brag. Zuo Fengchen wanted to escape, but the garlic nose pointed at Zuo Fengchen and said, "Road, passing by, it can't work." Wait, pay, pay!"

The crowd turned their attention to the old man in the courtyard, who looked to be in his eighties, with silver hair and a coarse gray garment with a few patches on it.

In his hand, he was fighting for an altar with an inverted figure of eight ~ bearded man who looked like a housekeeper in the ya, and a housekeeper with a stick smashed on the back of the old man's silver-haired head with a stick. A white thing burst out, and the old man let go of his hand and fell to the ground with a thud.