Chapter 432: Guests entering the curtain

He quickly stepped forward a few steps, Wuqi opened Zhou Tian's eyes in front of the butcher shop. He looked carefully and saw no trace left. The bookstore disappeared without a trace, just as it had never existed before.

Wuqi grabbed a passing monk beside him. The monk with Nascent Soul cultivation glared and was about to scold him. Wuqi tightened his fingers, and even Nascent Soul was imprisoned by a huge force. The Nascent Soul cultivator who had just banged his nose and glared quickly lowered his waist and asked humbly: "Dare you ask what instructions do you have for seniors? I will definitely help you with it!"

With a cold snorting, Wuqi pointed to the wall between the restaurant and the butcher shop and asked, "Has there ever been a bookstore here?"

The Nascent Soul monk stayed for a long time. He looked around and said to Wuqi with a hint of horror: "I dare to ask seniors to know that here, here, I have been staying in He'an City for more than a hundred years. The wine and food in Zuixianlou here tastes great, and the old Huang Butcher Shop is also an old shop for more than ten generations. His pigs and mutton are all excellent. The bookstore, in the whole He'an City, there is only a bookstore outside the city lord's mansion, which specializes in selling some small things!"

With difficulty, Wuqi pushed the Nascent Soul monk out of a long way, then took one step forward, and a teleport disappeared.

The Nascent Soul Cultivator was suddenly thrown away by Wuqi, and staggered on the ground and fell in a mess. He insisted that he was also under the care of his master, and was about to scold Wuqi, but suddenly saw Wuqi disappearing in place, hurriedly covered his mouth, and then slapped himself a few times.

"Be good, where is the cultivator of the soul? No, senior immortal? This teleportation is so calm. Oh, I was thrown by the immortal today. It's a honor!" The cultivator stood up happily and smiled proudly at the sky, "If you can fall by the immortal, you will have a great fate!"

Wuqi teleported back to the city guard house with a gloomy face, and immediately exchanged his identities with the demon god puppet disguised as him. He hurriedly found Lao Ai, who was pretending to be a ghost and fooling the old monk Zangxin in the back hall of the city guard house, lowered his voice and warned: "You must be careful these days. There are amazing people in the city, and I just ran into it."

Lao Ai disagreed with the Buddha's light and gaze breath on his body, and asked indifferently: "What a great person?"

Wuqi hurriedly told Lao Ai about his experience, and Lao Ai's face suddenly changed. He looked at Wu Qi blankly and said, "It just disappeared out of thin air for no reason? That's fine, his bookstore is between the restaurant and the butcher shop, and no one else noticed anything abnormal?"

Wuqi nodded vigorously, and he said in a deep voice: "The bookstore is definitely not aimed at me, it is just the bookstore that was opened temporarily by the blind old man. But the people in his neighbors were not surprised by this matter. This method is really amazing."

Lao Ai shivered. He sniffed and looked around cautiously: "That Liu Yi is just a small character, just to make trouble. This and Ancheng will not cause any storm, right? Our current cultivation level cannot withstand this little trouble. Why don't we leave quickly?"

He glared at Lao Ai fiercely, and Wuqi sneered, "Let's go? Why do you want to leave? We are so careful when we are in danger. I have to take this and Ancheng in my hands! Even if I want to leave, I have to really not be able to hold on before leaving." Wuqi took out a tea bag about the size of a baby's fist given by the blind old man, and whispered, "Come on, try what the mystery of this tea is."

He signaled Monk Zangxin to close the door, and Wuqi took out a small charcoal stove and teapot specially used for making tea. He clicked casually, and a clear spring condensed from the air and poured into the teapot. He took out a few pieces of silver frost charcoal and lit the fire. Soon, he boiled the water in the teapot.

When I opened the tea bag, this was a coarse tea that looked extremely rough, with huge leaves, and had not even been removed clearly. The smell of tea leaves was strong and bitter, and I knew it was not a good tea plant at the first time. Wuqi didn't care about so much, and threw about one or two of coarse tea into the teapot. When I let it go, I cooked it in a mess.

The tea boiled with fire, Wuqi threw the charcoal stove back to the Black Dragon Spirit Ring, took out four large bowls, and divided the black tea in the teapot into four equally. Not only the tea, Wuqi even divided the tea leaves into the tea bowl. He picked up a bowl of tea, looked at Lao Ai and smiled, "If you have the courage, let's drink this tea with me to see what the tea has. He has done a deal with him and gave him a pack of good tea. He will not harm others with poison, right?"

The blood madman and the monk Zangxin looked at Lao Ai at the same time, but Lao Ai sat on the bed without moving. He looked at Wu Qi with his mouth tilted and said, "You drink first... A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, my Lao Ai, well, you can be considered half a gentleman?"

He glanced at Lao Ai with a sarcasm, and Wu Qi's eyes were full of disdain. Lao Ai's face did not change at all. He was still sitting solemnly on the bed, clasped his hands together and looked at Wu Qi. Seeing that Lao Ai was so lazy and shameless, Wu Qi had no choice. He picked up a big bowl, took a deep breath, and then carefully sucked the tea into his mouth, and even the tea leaves were swallowed together.

It is bitter, bitter, astringent, and extremely astringent. The tea seems to be full of lumps of earth, which is so rough that it is difficult to swallow. However, when Wuqi swallows hard, he swallows all the tea and tea leaves into his stomach. A gentle heat rises from his stomach and gradually flows through his whole body. The dead air accumulated in Wuqi's body slowly melts, transforming into pure vitality that is completely opposite to the dead air and merges into Wuqi's whole body.

Wuqi was sweating profusely, and a pure yang energy spread out from his body, causing the temperature in the room to rise a lot. Wuqi narrowed his eyes and felt like a small seedling. He suddenly got the nourishment of sunshine and moisture and sufficient fertilizer. He suddenly grew and became a strong tree. His five internal organs moved together, and the innate spiritual roots in the five internal organs grew and grew stronger at the same time. His lively vitality made Wuqi not useful.

After a bowl of tea, Wuqi's whole body was strengthened in all aspects. Even his thirty-six-transformed technique of Tianlong's thirty-six-transformed technique was at any time to break through the thirty-six-transformed state and entered the thirty-five-transformed state. He laughed happily and grabbed the other three tea bowls in front of him with one hand.

But Wuqi was quick, Lao Ai, the blood madman, and the monk Zangxin were a little faster. As soon as the pure yang aura was heard in Wuqi's body, they immediately reached out and grabbed a tea bowl. When Wuqi laughed happily, they had already stuffed all the tea and tea into their mouths and swallowed them all in one bite.

Suddenly, Monk Zangxin sighed lightly, a relic appeared above his head, and three white lotus platforms were already formed below.

The blood madman laughed happily, and a pink light rushed out from his head, and a small Nascent Soul was circling in the pink light.

Lao Ai snorted gently, and the bones around him kept making crisp sounds, and a large amount of blood foggy seeped out from under his skin. A hint of joyful wrinkle came out from the corner of Lao Ai's mouth, and pink light was constantly sprayed out around him, gradually a hint of gold was brought into the pink light, and finally the light emitted from his body turned into a pure golden color.

The big joy treasure wheel spurted out from behind Lao Ai's head. One, two, three, and three fists-sized pink relics floated on the treasure wheel. Below these three relics, there were three golden lotus flowers surrounded. A total of nine golden lotus floating behind Lao Ai's head. A fascinating fragrance continued to spread from Lao Ai's side. In this fragrance, there was a strange power that made people shake their souls.

The old monk Zangxin looked at the strange phenomenon on Lao Ai's head and couldn't help but nod and exclaimed: "It is worthy of being the true body of a Bodhisattva. This supernatural power and magic cannot be compared with our submissive monks!"

Wuqi instinctively closed his breath, closed the pores all over his body, and even slapped a few hands to block the fragrance coming out of Lao Ai's body. He thrust his spiritual sense at Lao Ai and asked, "What are you playing?"

Lao Ai's divine consciousness was quickly transmitted back: "It's indeed a good tea, the supreme wonderful product. My king's injuries have been cured, and he has condensed the relics lotus platform and the immortal soul. Now I have at the same time achieved the true fruit of the celestial immortal and the Arhat position fruit. Hey! Just wait for my king to let go of his breath, and hey, you can attract the heavenly tribulation!"

Wuqi was about to mock Lao Ai for a few words, but a clear divine thought suddenly came from the demon god puppet in the city lord's mansion ahead.

"Put all the strange signs away, hurry up!" Wuqi shouted in a low voice: "The people from the Great Lotte Palace are here, and the leader is the Queen Qiao and her two faces! Tsk, her two faces are actually thirty-third-grade immortals?"

As soon as Wuqi finished speaking, a soft and charming call came from the front: "I am here, why don't the children greet you quickly?"

‘Chila’, the blood madman suddenly cracked when he heard this sound.

‘Wow’, the realm has just improved, but the magic power cultivation level is the peak of the golden elixir, the old monk Zangxin, was completely unable to resist this voice. The method of the Great Lotto Palace and the Buddhist Zen skills are exactly incompatible. The old monk Zangxin was invaded by the demon sound, and immediately all his seven orifices were spewed out of blood.

Wuqi's body swayed slightly, and his face immediately calmed down. He looked at the pale-faced old monk Zangxin and a talisman hit him, helping him stabilize his mind.

Among all, only Lao Ai was not affected by this call at all. Instead, he became extremely excited and hurriedly took out brand new clothes to dress up. "Listen to this sound, this woman is more energetic than Su Meier's slutty fox. I will enjoy it well today!"

After a short while, Wuqi, who had restrained all his breath, followed his clothes and his whole body seemed to be behind the glowing Lao Ai, and came to the gate of the courtyard to welcome the Lord of the Lottery Palace, Empress Qiao.

As soon as Lao Ai appeared, the faint fragrance on his body drifted away, and the faint fragrance on his body was filled with the faint fragrance on his body.

The charming voice just now suddenly rang out, and the sound was filled with unconcealed joy:
Chapter completed!