The streets of Shencheng are still lively. Such as the tower of the high-rise building to cover the clouds and cover the sun, revealing the simple and elegant atmosphere, carved eaves and carved corners, antique. It is almost the first floor of a store, and even the small shop has a tall and big signboard, which is larger than the store from a distance, as if the store owner is afraid that there will be too many people to see the wrong signboard and enter the wrong store. The names of the stores on the signboard are more in pursuit of their own characteristics, and they are not the same.

There is a three-storey storefront on this street, the name of the store is very delicate, shining with a pleasant light - "Crystal Pavilion", this Crystal Pavilion bluestone and blue tiles, stone rhyme cornices, revealing a bit of ancient rhyme.

The proprietor was an old saint, with old skin carved into wrinkles, eyes deeply sunken inward, and only a few teeth were missing. Holding a cane, not wooden, shiny with a stone glow, he walked with a clattering sound.

Although the man is old and does not look good, his face is wrinkled like bark, but he has a bright smile. Although the teeth are running in the wind, they can't hear clearly, but they are saying warm words. He sent each guest away without smiling knowingly, as if the money was not spent on his own.

Although the old saint was enthusiastic, he was not at the helm, he walked a little, a little staggering, and his way was very neat, busy and busy, and he could not see tiredness.

At the helm of the counter was a saint in her early twenties. The willow eyebrows are thin and long, flashing under the eyelashes of wisdom, a pair of eyes are like two black pearls, mischievously shining with aura, under the nose of the show is a small book, at a glance you can know that the Tao can speak the small mouth, the body is petite, the skin is fair, the willow shoulders are thin, but the curve of the front and back is drawn.

"Boss Song, today's business is good, I'm happy to be like this early in the morning" A middle-aged Gugen saint in brown armor appeared at the door of the store.

The old man saluted with a smile on his face. "Liu Xunfa is really a holy model of Shencheng Patrol Law, and you are very good in business!"

"Hahaha, Brother Song. I love coming because you can talk. The Holy Friends of Meier are even more able to speak." As he spoke, his eyes did not look at the old saint from the moment he entered the door, but at the saint who had been busy greeting guests.

"Come, Liu Xunfa, go over there and sit down, there are more people in the morning, and Mei'er will let her come over to you after she is busy for a while." The old man gestured to the row of empty stone chairs by the door.

"No, no. I'm used to standing like them." Liu Xunfa looked around, and the best perspective was already occupied by someone. He shouted to buy this hedron and that hedron, but his eyes never looked at the hedron. One by one, they stared at the saint named Mei'er at the counter with a smile, and occasionally Mei'er's eyes swept inadvertently, and the saint hurriedly waved his hand to signal, smiling with the big peony in full bloom.

"Jian'er, go and send the pastries to Mei'er. Tell Mei'er. This is the unique craftsmanship of Yu Bayu Holy Chef, a thousand-year-old restaurant from Zengcheng." Liu Xunfa waved his hand to the middle-aged saint who was carrying a food box behind him.

A burly middle-aged saint priest pushed the saint next to him away with three strikes and five divisions. "Let's go, let's go, Liu Song patrolled the law to send a box of 'Ba Shige' pastries." As he spoke, he had squeezed to Meier's counter. Deliver the food box to Mei'er. The guests heard the shouts of the middle-aged saint. The frightened ones retracted their gaze.

Mei'er just smiled faintly and said softly, "Thank you for the reward of the patrol law, tell the patrol to sit and rest for a while." Mei'er is busy here, and she can't get out of her body to salute." Although the words were sweet, the laughter also made people lose their souls, but they didn't look at Liu Xunfa. took the food box and went away with a smile.

Liu Song felt a tingle in his heart when he heard it. The scalp was wooden, the legs were weak, and he sat obediently on the empty stone chair. Swinging his head back and forth, looking at the flower-like smile from the slit, my heart is happy.

This sitting was an hour, and a kind-faced saint priest glanced at the sword saint. Jian'er nodded and walked over to Liu Song's side. "Master, we should go to the Fa patrol."

"Oh, go, go". Liu Song stood up and walked back to the outside of the pavilion step by step. walked to the door, and turned around and waved to Mei'er in the pavilion. The fire was blazing and there was no shadow.

Old Sage Song wanted to say hello, but he didn't have time to send a word.

Old Sage Song was just about to turn around when a cold voice came from outside the pavilion. "Song Lao'er, so happy, are you greeting me"?

The voice was cold, and the smile of the old saint Song was condensed. Although I don't know who the person who spoke is it, there is a little murderous intent in the chill in my heart.

A grim saint appeared at the door with a cold light on his face, his dark and deep ice eyes, evil and sexy. There was a bohemian smile on her handsome face. A skull fan, fanning unhurriedly. It was not a fragrant wind that came out, but a cold yin wind.

A wisp of wind blew. Old Sage Song felt the blades of blades cut across the ravine's face, and the wrinkles carved deepened. The fire burned as if it were bleeding.

Old Sage Song was stunned, his face stiffened, and a smile like a broken flower appeared. "This little holy friend came to this pavilion for the first time, and he didn't know what hedron was missing. Although it is said, Xiaoge will definitely do it."

"Is it true? Lao Er looks at my face, but I look at Lao Er's familiar face? I don't know how my thousand-year-old fire devouring stone has been harvested." The grim saint smiled evilly. The pinprick-like gaze stared at Mei'er in the cabinet.

"Millennial Fire Devouring Crystal"? The old saint of Song was so frightened that he took a step back with the stone staff, his face turned pale, and his panicked eyes swept around the cold saint. "Millennial Fire Devouring Crystal, only the young master Fan Yan set it a year ago, and he retreated from the crystal, but he didn't return it."

"Blind, your dog's eyes, this young master is here, and he is obsessed with pretending to be stupid." As he spoke, a black light flew out of the skull's fan. With a pop, it shot into the eyebrows of the old saint Song.

The old saint of Song was stunned, the black shadow of his eyeballs slowly expanded, his body was crooked, and with a click, he actually broke the stone staff vertically, and poof, a pointed stone pillar penetrated the Danhai. From the back of the spine comes a bloody tip.

It was too sudden, and Old Saint Song never thought that a little saint priest with a spirit of the sixth layer could make a move on himself, a saint of the second order of solid roots. It's too ruthless, and it instantly kills the divine sense and breaks the Danhai.

Whoosh, a powerful wave of divine consciousness enveloped the six hundred zhang range of the Medicine Crystal Pavilion.

The noise in the Yaojing Pavilion suddenly disappeared, the pavilion was deadly quiet, the heartbeat stopped, and the saints were holding back their extremely red faces, standing numb on all fours, and the excessive tension made his neck stiff, his eyes straightened, and Mu Na stared at Mei'er.

Mei'er's gorgeous face twitched a few times, her willow eyebrows locked suddenly, her ruddy mouth moved, and a wisp of bright red blood flowed out of the corner of her mouth, and she twisted the counter to support her body that was about to soften.

A tiny dot, so small that it could not be distinguished by the naked eye, moved out of the blood hole in the eyebrows of the old saint Song Lao.

The skeleton fan fanned slightly, and a black lightning bolt rushed towards the tiny dots. A black whirlwind swept by, and tiny dots disappeared. The black whirlwind flew back to the skull fan in the blink of an eye.

"Who dares to go wild in the Medicine Crystal Pavilion." A roaring thunderous voice smashed into the cabinet. Then Liu Song, who was blue and full of anger, appeared outside the Medicine Crystal Pavilion, glaring angrily at the tiger and spewing hot flames, burning his face with blue eyes and blue eyes, and smoke from his seven orifices. Walk towards the attic door.

It was dark in front of him, and two holy women wearing black armor and black tulle on their faces stood in front of the Gugen Third-Order Law Inspector who was glaring at him. A faint fragrance was blowing on his face, his hair was fluttering in the wind, and his beautiful eyes decorated with long eyelashes stared at Liu Song coldly and arrogantly.

"Wheel ......". Liu Song shouted angrily, slid from the high note to the trough, changed his tune, and was silent. The angry eyes softened, and they froze on a square crystal plate. A cloud-shaped sign, lines of dazzling black letters appear in the narrowed pupils. Then Liu Song lowered his head like a sick cat and stood aside wiltedly.

"Chu Bing, let them take these saints away." A cold voice came from inside the pavilion.

"Go, take away these eyesores." A black-clothed saint said lightly.

"Qiu Jian and Wu Yan will seal all the eye-catching saints in the pavilion and bring them back to the City Lord's Mansion." Liu Song said coldly.

Behind Liu Song, the two agile fourth-layer saints had solemn faces, and walked into the pavilion with their heads down. Bang, bang, bang, a pat on the dozens of saints. As his gaze flickered, a broad-faced and innocent Dharma Inspector was stunned. Hurriedly lowered his head, like a mouse seeing a cat, and pushed the saints to escape from the Medicine Crystal Pavilion in a panic.

A cold gaze swept a cold glance at the panicked Dharma Inspector who was mixed with the group of saints, intentionally or unintentionally, and shocked the broad-faced and innocent Dharma Inspector, and cold sweat flowed down his spine.

"You, optimistic about this store, all the proceeds will be sent to Wanyun Cave Love Flower Valley." In an uproar, the cold saint took the fan and lit up the broad-faced and innocent Dharma patrolman.

The broad-faced and simple-faced Dharma Inspector, dripping cold sweat oozing from his brain, froze at the door of the pavilion under an invisible force. Hurriedly bowed his head and turned around, bowed deeply, and moved to the side. Bow your head and stand still.

"You, turn this old man to ashes." The grim voice sounded again.

"Yes". The broad-faced and simple-faced law-patrol responded.

"Jiao Yu took Meimei and went to Chuanyun Station". As he spoke, the cold saint shook his fan and walked out of the pavilion.

When he walked to the door, he turned around and looked coldly at the broad-faced and innocent Dharma Patrol. "What's your name".

The broad-faced and simple-faced Dharma Inspector hurriedly bowed, plain as a pool of autumn water, without waves, but his eyes flashed with a little excitement. The voice was steady, and he replied word by word. "In the next boundless, Wanyun Cave appeases Gong Peng's disciples."

"Have we seen Gong Peng's disciples and grandsons to appease them?" The cold saint's voice was cold and revealing murderous intent.

"I haven't seen it, it's just that the young master's eyes have a charm that seduces the soul, which makes people have to surrender." Boundless replied respectfully.

"Yes, I've seen you, you've saved me, this shop is my personal favor for you, take a good look." After the cold saint threw out such a sentence, it disappeared in a flash.

Wuya raised his head and stared at the sky in confusion, with a look of confusion and disbelief. A large black cloud condensed on the door of the head, thunder and rain, wet my heart, and frightened my soul. (To be continued......)