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Jiang Qingyu, who was cracking melon seeds, felt two scorching gazes, and suddenly saw fellow Taoist seller Wan Jian Sect and his fellow disciples. He smiled kindly as a greeting.

Thinking that the competition will probably take about ten days to end, melon seeds and peanuts cannot be cut off, and we must have good dealings with suppliers.

As a result, the young salesman was distracted and his face became even redder.

His senior brother's eyes lit up, making Jiang Qing's hair stand on end.

It always felt like what he was looking at was not a human being, but a mine of spiritual stones - the intuition from Jiang Qingyu.

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"Little fish, it has to be you, these melon seeds are so exciting to crack!" Gu Zhizhou was cracking with joy, and his whole person exuded a sense of stupidity from the inside out.

Luo Heng smashed a walnut at it: "Don't just eat it, watch the game, you might encounter him, it won't hurt you to see how the opponent plays."

"Calm down, calm down, I'm watching!" Gu Zhizhou stretched out his hand, and the walnut fell accurately into his hand.

With a gentle squeeze, the crispy walnuts cracked, revealing the plump walnut meat. You threw it into your mouth and chewed it. It was crispy and sweet, and your eyes lit up: "Huh!? Xiaoyu, these fresh walnuts are so delicious! They have thin skin and lots of meat!" "

Jiang Qingyu also opened one and tasted it. Indeed, it tasted better than the dried walnuts sold in the cultivation world and had no astringency: "This senior fellow from Wanjian Sect is really a talent, with such planting skills."

Song Shu was peeling melon seeds for Zhou Shuning, and a mountain of melon seeds had been piled up on the small jade plate in his hand.

He handed a hundred fully peeled melon seeds to Zhou Shuning, smiled and watched Zhou Shuning eat them, and then peeled them again, enjoying it.

Hearing Jiang Qingyu's words, he multitasked and said: "I heard that the sword cultivators of Wanjian Sect are relatively poor... because repairing the natal spiritual sword is expensive, and they also have to enchant the sword, set it with stones, and polish it. It's a last resort. They all do side jobs.”

"It is said that..."

Song Shu paused and said with an obvious smile: "It is said that a few years ago, there was a senior brother who specially dressed up as a woman and went to Mingyue Tower to work as an oiran because of his good looks. He performed arts without selling himself, and he played the pipa superbly. Many People spend a lot of money on it.”

"In the end, someone revealed my true gender for some reasons. Since then, I have been hunted by that person. I am still wandering outside and dare not return to the clan..."

The walnut kernel in Jiang Qingyu's hand passed his lips three times without entering, and he was amazed: "It exploded like this?!"

"More than that?" Luo Heng asked again, "Have you ever heard of the charcoal seller?"

Gu Zhizhou raised his hand while peeling melon seeds: "I know, I know! Isn't he just an old man selling charcoal?"

Luo Heng gave Gu Zhizhou a speechless look.

Jiang Qingyu hesitated for a moment and raised his paw: "Is it a Yuefu poem?"

Luo Heng: "You have more diploma than a second-rate person, but your answer is wrong."

Jiang Qing and Yu Tanran said that the charcoal seller was indeed a memory engraved in her genes. She just wanted to have fun, so she naturally knew that this was not the right answer.

Seeing this, Zhou Shuning smiled and explained: "Actually, this also describes a senior brother of Wanjian Sect."

"That's right," Luo Heng took out the bone fan and fanned himself: "Years ago, the timeline of the shocking case of Senior Brother Oiran was almost the same. A Senior Brother who was also short of money had extremely bad luck and lost all his money. It’s gone."

"Until one day, he saw an old man selling charcoal to make money, and after discovering that the money he earned would never be lost, he embarked on the road of selling charcoal and never returned. He has been selling charcoal for 18 years."

"It's just west of the town at the foot of Wanjianzong Mountain. Winter is coming soon. Counting the time, he should have opened his stall."

Jiang Qingyu gave his thumbs up in admiration, "Absolute, absolutely amazing!"

Gu Zhizhou thought thoughtfully: "The money gained from other actions has disappeared, except the money gained from selling charcoal. Is this because you were born to sell charcoal?"

As contestant No. 11 fell onto the ring and contestant No. 12 won, the elder deacon roared with gongs and drums: "Next round, No. [-] versus No. [-]!" Gu Zhizhou excitedly pushed Luo Heng: "Hey, it's your turn!"

Hearing this, Luo Heng helped the melon seed shells off his clothes and walked onto the ring.

A certain idiot can throw melon seed shells everywhere when he cracks melon seeds.

NO.11 is a girl, alluring in red, with a pretty face. Jiang Qingyu seems to be able to smell the fragrance of acacia flowers coming from her body.

When the girl saw Luo Heng's handsome appearance, she covered her lips and laughed like a sweet silver bell: "Giggle, little girl Yue Ji of Hehuan Zong~ Please give me some advice~"

It's not that the Luo family doesn't have a powder shop, but the smell of powder on Ji Yue's body was so strong that Luo Heng frowned slightly and saluted politely: "Qingxiao Zong Luo Heng, please give me some advice."

After the introductions between the two parties were completed, the elder deacon still sounded the gong: "Start!"

Ji Yue still had a smile on her face.

Luo Heng's brows twitched, feeling that the other party's smile did not please him, so he could only attack first, holding the bone fan in his hand.

"Oh? The young master and the little girl are really destined to be together. Even the magic weapons are from the same source, and I am also a fan~" Ji Yue's laughter was soft and sweet, making her feel happy.

Luo Heng was distracted for a moment, Ji Yue saw the right moment, her smile turned into a cold attack, her right hand transformed into a feather fan, and she waved a purple mist at Luo Heng!
Gu Zhizhou looked at it and called it sinister!
Jiang Qingyu held down the excited Gu Zhizhou and said, "This is unexpected."

Gu Zhizhou babbled: "Sneak attack, sneak attack! She is a little piece of trash!!! Luo Heng! Don't get out of her way! That bitch is not a good person!!"

Jiang Qingyu: "..."

Fortunately, the arena has an automatic silencer barrier.

Playing for fun, making trouble for trouble, they still believed in Luo Heng.

In the ring, Ji Yue was about to succeed. When Luo Heng was still a few inches away from Luo Heng, she suddenly felt something was wrong. Her illusion mist could not take effect so quickly!

Unless, unless the other party is not under the illusion at all!
Her pupils trembled, and just as she was about to retreat, a water column rose into the sky, with a spiritual water curtain behind her. She had no way to retreat, so she could only be rolled up by the water column and sent out of the ring.

What wrapped her around was spiritual power, not water. There were traces of water on the ground under the ring, but Ji Yue's clothes were still dry.

Luo Heng stood on the stage with a calm expression: "I accept."

Ji Yue smiled suddenly, "I am too confident and careless, Mr. Luo is humble."

The elder deacon sounded the gong: "NO.12 will advance, NO.11 will be eliminated, and in the next game, NO.13 will play against NO.14!"

The onlookers in the audience were still confused: "No, is this the end?"

"What just happened?"

"No, I'm chatting with people."

"I know, I know! Ji Yue from the Hehuan Sect used the illusion mist to prepare for a sneak attack, but Fellow Daoist Luo didn't fall for the attack. He used the trick and sent him off the ring with one move!"

"Can you avoid the fog of illusion? Isn't this something that will make you confused if you inhale it?"

"Isn't that unsolvable?"

"By the way, Luo Youxin seems to be hiding from me too!"

"Actually, it's not unsolvable. I heard from the head of the Hehuan Sect that as long as you have a firm mind, you won't be obsessed."

"Hey, Luo Heng of the Qingxiao Sect, the young master of the Luo Family in Yunzhong, he is a genius, what's wrong with being more determined? No wonder, no surprise, next game, next game!"