Fierce and murderous, Ji Changkong killed chickens and monkeys, instantly making all the cultivators dumbfounded, frightened, and hiding far away one by one.

Nima, if you ask for a way, you will kill three or four hundred, what if you accidentally find yourself.

Fortunately, Ji Changkong didn't do this, all he needed was a murderous name, so that people didn't dare to provoke themselves, it was not so simple to let the bloodthirsty people invite him to join, ordinary cultivators got it in turn, so there must be a murderous reputation, the more ferocious the better.

Another point is that this place, if you are not cruel, you will not be able to settle down.

There are murderers everywhere, places where people eat people, and countless killings, or there are countless murderous assassinations to find fault.

Only more fierce than him, more cruel than him, can live better in such a place.

As for finding a tea stall, there is no need to ask for directions, you can see it at a glance, it is at the gate of the city, and it seems to be isolated from the world, any quarrel and killing in the outside world has nothing to do with it, many of the murderers sit quietly and drink tea, one by one, they are extremely regular, and even the murderous spirit is put away.

At this time, he killed three or four hundred people in one fell swoop, condensing into a blood pill the size of a human head, which immediately shook everyone, and even the many murderers in the tea shed were moved.

There are a lot of murderers, but it is still very rare to kill people like this, which is too arrogant, others haven't done anything to you, but they have all been killed with that thought, these people have no doubt, if it weren't for some other people running early, I'm afraid those people wouldn't have survived.

Cruel to this Cheng dù, and with so much wealth, it's no wonder that people don't pay attention!

Put away the blood pill, walked into the tea shed, and the nearest murderers instantly tensed up, facing such a murderous corpse maniac, even the murderer was afraid.

Don't you see, those people just now are really without bones, and they are all minced meat.

The tea shed is not large, and there is no cover around it, except for the most important place to boil tea, the other places are just a bunch of ordinary tables and stools, which are not covered and have no boundaries around, which is almost the cheapest and most lowly tea shed.

When he was in the small world of the real dragon, Ji Changkong had encountered a lot, just set up a spy on the side of the road and set up two tables.

But although this tea shed is similar to the most ordinary tea shed, there is not the slightest difference, but there is only one thing that is the strangest, that is, in the range of about ten meters away from the tea shed, every qiē battle seems to have disappeared, and there is no bright red blood and rotten flesh, showing the original color of the land.

Sure enough, this group of thieves really has some skills, Ji Changkong smiled coldly in his heart, and found a table to sit down at random, while several murderers around him hurriedly checked out and left.

Ji Changkong noticed that they only drank a cup of tea, but they paid tens of thousands of spirit stones, and this cup of tea was really not cheap.

"This guest officer, I don't know if it's a big bowl or a small bowl," As soon as he sat down, an old man walked over tremblingly, and his tone was respectful, similar to that of the mortal world.

His body was thin and dry, like a hemp stalk, his face was wrinkled with a little old age spot, his teeth had fallen out, his eyebrows, mustache and even his hair were completely white, and he walked tremblingly, as if the old man would be blown away completely if a gust of wind blew it.

But the strange thing is that such an old man who is not amazing looks actually did not say anything to the murderers who killed Yingye, as if they did not exist.

No matter how you sense, this is a mortal, and even a cultivator won't live long.

The beard and hair are all white, which means that the vitality is almost gone, if it is a cultivator, there are still a few days of longevity at most, and the mortal vitality passes more slowly, and there is still a year or so of longevity at most, and mortals, can they really survive in this place where countless murderous qi crisscross them?

Obviously, it can't, I'm afraid that before the mortals get close, a wisp of qi will be wiped out by the mortals, in fact, this is not amazing, it seems that the old guy has opened a tea stall at the gate of this city for three hundred years, it has been like this since the beginning, and it has not changed after so many years.

And this tea stall can be opened, and no one has ever been harassed, which shows that this old guy is extraordinary, even if it is a mortal city who opens a teahouse, he will be harassed, not to mention this place full of villains and murderers.

"Big bowl," Ji Changkong said lightly, his expression indifferent.

"All right, big bowl of tea," said the old man grinning, as if glad that business had come to the door again.

Soon, a large bowl of tea was placed on the table in front of Ji Changkong, the tea bowl was a stoneware tea bowl, black, and even cracked countless holes the size of rice grains.

Take a sip of tea, it's so rough that you can't swallow it, worse than the worst of mortals.

I'm afraid I don't use tea at all, it is estimated that I used some tea at the end of the year, but it is such a bowl of tea, it costs 30,000 spirit stones.

A small bowl of 10,000 spirit stones, a large bowl, 30,000 spirit stones!

Is such a big bowl of tea expensive? Of course, it is expensive, even ridiculously expensive.

If the short-tempered man encounters this situation, he will beat the owner of this place half to death with a fist the size of a casserole, and no matter how bad it is, he will demolish this dilapidated place, even if his temper is good, he will not care, but he will definitely not step into this place half a step in the future.

But here is just the opposite, not only no one makes trouble, but respectfully, a diligent month here to drink a small bowl of tea, not diligent three months to drink a bowl of tea here.

Tong Su is not bullied, are you willing to do it?

Isn't it strange, not strange, because this is where the bloodthirsty thieves collect Ru Chengfei.

10,000 spirit stones a month, 30,000 spirit stones for three months, a maximum of 30,000 spirit stones, if you want to enter the city, no one can cross this level, so many years, it has always been like this.

Don't look at Ji Changkong killing all directions just now, majestic and majestic, and many cultivators are trembling.

But if he leaves after killing someone, then the next moment there will be a strong man who politely invites him to drink tea, and if he doesn't want to go, he will die.

That's the only rule in this bloody city, oh no, or the only rule.

When entering the city, you have to pay the city tax, and with this amount increases.

And the second rule is that there are very few inns in the city, not many, but extremely sought-after, here, as long as you stay in the inn, no one dares to do it, you can sleep peacefully, even the most ferocious storage zài do not dare to do it, because this is opened by bloodthirsty people.

After drinking the tea and throwing down 30,000 spirit stones, Ji Changkong turned around and left.

"Wait, this guest officer!"

But at this moment, an old voice suddenly came, weak, like a flame about to be extinguished, but no matter how you blow, you never breathed your last breath.

"What's the matter?" Ji Changkong turned around and looked at the old man coldly, and a tyrannical aura began to surge.

The surrounding cultivators were all stunned when they saw this scene, even the old man was stunned, since thousands of people died here hundreds of years ago, no one dared to be presumptuous in front of him, and they didn't dare to speak loudly, let alone want to make a move, this was really a fantasy.

"It's nothing, young man, it's not safe here, be careful, if you're scared at night, you might as well come over and have a cup of tea," said the old man, trembling.

"It's still safe at night, the old man is too worried," Ji Changkong said indifferently, and then shook his head and left, ignoring the envious and jealous gazes of many people behind him.

This one just now was naturally not unintentional, but deliberate, and this old man's invitation meant joining the bloodthirsty, but it was only a peripheral member.

This is not what Ji Changkong needs, what he needs is that if he joins the core directly, then he needs more killing!