"Huh?"

"Is the old man looking for me?"

Ning Feng turned his head strangely, and saw the old man of the wonton pointing in all directions with an expectant face, and in front of him was a pot with the lid wide open, and a pot of boiled ghosts.

Following what he was hoping for, Ning Feng pursed his mouth and was very depressed.

In all directions, scattered lonely ghosts reappeared, staggering towards the wonton stalls.

These lonely ghosts are a drop in the bucket compared to those who were wiped out by the Night Boy before, but it is clear that the old man is not too small.

"Old man, this Ning Feng can't do it. ”

Ning Feng spread his hands and said with a wry smile: "Killing ghosts or something, he is an expert in the next generation; ”

His heart is like a mirror.

The bronze lamp of the old man wonton is a proper good thing, but he just rolled up his sleeves and used the stupidest way to get all the existing lonely souls and wild ghosts into the pot, and it was good luck to be able to get a lamp.

The time delayed in this sea has passed, and it is estimated that he has got a bronze lamp in his hands, and the fellow disciples over there should let the night boy play badly.

Weighing the pros and cons, it couldn't be easier.

Ning Feng looked apologetic, and after saying this, he was ready to continue to leave.

I never thought that the old man's face was shining, red as a monkey's buttocks, and it was better than countless before.

"Kill ghosts?"

He asked expectantly.

"Uh~" Ning Feng nodded honestly.

From the previous importance that the Headless Fierce Ghost King attached to the stars and the moon, he knew that his Glowing Confusion Banner was actually extremely lethal to ghosts.

The dignified ghost king has to be solemn, and it doesn't make sense that the little ghosts below can not care.

As for the fundamental ** Sun Law of the Sun God Palace. That is the greatest and most yang power in the world. It is a qiē evil nemesis. Needless to say.

"Kill, I see. ”

The old man of the wonton moved vigorously to give up his position, listening to the meaning, it was to let Ning Feng show a trick.

The old man who came to the side looked at Ning Feng with expectant eyes, and at the same time wiped his cuffs on the side of his mouth, as if his saliva couldn't help but flow down.

"Isn't it......"

Ning Feng stepped forward subconsciously, not knowing where to go in his mind.

When he stood in front of the boiling ghost pot, he suddenly came over. I thought to myself, "No wonder I feel so familiar." ”

"What's the difference between this and the vegetable market in the previous life?"

"If you compare the lonely soul and wild ghost to a duck, the night boy is the one who catches ducks, and I am the one who kills ducks, I really specialize in art. ”

Ning Feng smiled self-deprecatingly, and his expression turned solemn.

Little by little, he rolled up his sleeves, exposing his arms, and flipped his palms downward, pressing them down into the boiling cauldron.

One foot high, grasp the starlight;

One inch, the sun rises in the east.

Ning Feng's palm. Inch by inch, press it into the boiling ghost pot.

"Brush!"

Starlight burst out of it, and it was restrained by invisible forces. Out of the ghost cauldron, in the pot swirl into a nebula vortex.

"Boom!"

A round of red sun rises, just like the alternation of day and night, the nebula has not dispersed, and the great sun erupts.

Glowing star power, sun god light!

Both of these have the power of great restraint against ghosts, and they explode in the boiling ghost cauldron, like a large vortex that devours one qiē, instantly crushing all the endless ghosts in the pot.

"Ah~~"

It's like a scream, and it's like countless screams coming together into one.

After a sound, the pin drop can be heard.

The boiling ghost pot trembled violently to standing still, and puffs of green smoke came out.

Ning Feng retreated with lightning speed, covering his nose with his hands, for fear of being smoked, or smelling it himself.

As soon as he stepped back, a gust of wind swept by his side, and the place was suddenly occupied by the old man wonton.

"Suck!"

The old man held his head high, took a deep breath, and the curling green smoke split into two streams, which escaped into his nose respectively.

The old man looked like he was enjoying himself, and he looked like a fairy, which made people have the urge to go up and smell it.

Ning Feng didn't retreat far enough, covered his nose, looked over, and saw that the pot was sucked by the old man with wontons, and it suddenly became empty.

"It turns out that he eats ghosts like this. ”

"Tsk~"

Ning Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva and expressed his deep admiration.

After his hand, the taste of this pot ghost seemed to be extraordinarily good, and after the old man of the wonton had absorbed the smoke, he still looked into the pot with unfinished eyes, and saw that it was empty, so he regretfully gave up.

"You, good. ”

The old man glanced at Ning Feng and praised it.

"This ...... The old man was polite. It's just a matter of raising your hands. ”

Ning Feng was modest, with expectations in his eyes.

The old man was obviously a cheerful person, he reached straight into his arms, and when he stretched out his hand again, he held a bronze lamp in each hand.

"Good!"

Ning Feng was overjoyed.

Although he didn't know what the function of this bronze lamp was, he also knew that there was such a thing, and it would definitely be a big advantage in Yin and Yang Town.

"Now, I'm on the same starting line as Nanaya again. ”

"Coupled with the fact that I knew he had a bronze lamp, he didn't know that I also had it, so he had an advantage. ”

Ning Feng thought about it in his heart, but the next scene made his previous calculations completely empty.

After the old man put down the two bronze lamps, he did not stuff them into the stove and light them as before, but reached into his arms again.

"Is it ......?"

Ning Feng was still a little unsure, the old man with the wonton had already taken out his hand.

Sure enough, in his hand, he held a slightly larger bronze lamp.

"Here you go!"

The old man made a vague voice as he lit up the three bronze lamps and pushed them in front of Ning Feng.

Ning Feng stepped forward and stretched out his hand to take it.

"Huh?"

The moment his hand touched the bronze lamp, he understood the reason for the strange appearance of the previous night boy.

The bronze lamp disappeared out of thin air as soon as it touched Ning Feng's body, and Ning Feng was startled, and a strange feeling surfaced.

"Three lights, one on top of my head, and one on my shoulders. ”

Ning Feng closed his eyes and felt it, and sure enough, he could clearly perceive the three bronze lamps, which were placed on those three positions, burning quietly, like inextinguishable lamps.

"Aren't these the three lamps that people are born with in the legend?"

"It seems to be called a three-sun lamp. ”

Ning Feng connected with some rumors from his previous life, and vaguely guessed the role of these three bronze lamps.

"Old Man's ......"

He suddenly looked up and opened his eyes, wanting to ask.

When the words came to his mouth, Ning Feng had to swallow them back. Because, in front of him it was empty, where was there any old man with wontons, and where was there any wonton stall.

"Why is it gone?"

Ning Feng looked left and right, but there was no appearance, so he had to give up.

"This wonton old man doesn't know what his identity is, if he compares it to Meng Po, his status and significance in Yin Yang Town are afraid that it is even greater than that of the headless Fierce Ghost King. ”

"The wonton stall outside Yinyang Town, a pot of boiled ghost bronze lamps, this encounter is interesting and rare. ”

While thinking wildly, he walked towards the suddenly enlightened Yin and Yang Town. (To be continued......)

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