Taishang patriarch crawled out of the tomb

Chapter 69 The King of Dry Smoke Pot (Part 2)
at this time.

Outside the main hall, there was an old but apologetic voice.
"Yeah, I'm really sorry, the old man came late, and rushed over just after leaving the customs."

After the voice fell, Yang Heng had already entered through the door.

At the same time, with a wave of his sleeve, a gust of wind blew up in the hall, blowing the smoke out of the hall at once, and his sight suddenly brightened.

opposite.

The seven bald old men stood up together and greeted them, all with joyful smiles on their faces, without any dissatisfaction.

"Old Yang, I heard that your life essence is exhausted and you are about to die. Are you still in seclusion?" An old man with a goatee was the first to ask.

He is Lao Liu, the ancestor of the pheasant sect next door, and the auspiciousness enshrined is a pheasant with a magic mouth.

"That's right, our group of old fellows have long exhausted their potential, and half of our bodies have been buried in the ground. Why not enjoy a few years of happy life in peace and quiet, and why are you still in seclusion? Could it be that you are playing with peach butts in a secret room?"

Another chubby old man also echoed, blinking and showing a wretched smile.

He is Lao Zhang, the ancestor of the Fire Crow Sect next door, and the auspiciousness enshrined is a Heavenly Fire Crow.

Yang Heng recognized the two of them.

These two people have the best relationship with their predecessors, and they have similar tastes. They are both old-fashioned critics, who love beautiful women and smokers.

"Lao Zhang, Lao Liu, look at what you said, can Lao Yang be like you? Lao Yang has said that in the future, he will prove the Dao Emperor and push the wilderness."

Another tall old man stared and said.

The dry tobacco pot in his mouth is extraordinarily large, the tobacco rod is half a meter long, and the tobacco pot is as big as a bowl.

This person is the old king next door, the ancestor of the Qingshan Sect, and the auspiciousness enshrined is a strange herb, the full name is the Death-death Demon Grass, which is very strange.

And this old king is also the most powerful among all the ancestors on the bright side, who has reached the realm of the law. It is said that he was still a saint back then, but suffered heavy injuries and his cultivation level fell to the realm of the law.

but.

Among their group of old smokers, whoever is stronger is not the boss.

Rather than smoking.

Whoever smokes smartly and with temperament will be the boss and will be honored as the "King of Dry Smoke Pot".

Lao Wang smokes the most chicly, and he can become a snake when he breathes out smoke, so he is the dry smoke pot king among a group of old smokers.

His dry tobacco pot is long and big.

now.

After he finished speaking, a group of old men burst into laughter.

Because they thought they knew each other very well, especially this old Yang from the Sui Sui Sect, whose cultivation level was worse than them, and his aptitude was also worse than them.

Therefore, this sentence was taken as a joke by them.

Hearing this, Yang Heng couldn't help but smile easily.

He could feel the frankness and truthfulness of the former group of old smokers, and the deep affection for each other.

Maybe it's because everyone is entangled in death, and their lifespan is running out, so they cherish the last time very much, and there is no intrigue or intrigue.

On the contrary, it is very pure, it is a good smoker.

Yang Heng greeted a group of old smokers to sit down, ordered Li Daqiu to serve tea, and prepared a sumptuous banquet.

After all the old men were full of wine and food, they were in a happy mood, and each of them started to smoke again with their pipes in their mouths.

Everyone's movements are chic and free, each with a style and temperament.

After all, they are all old smokers who have smoked for hundreds of years.

Yang Heng also lit a tobacco pot and started smoking.

But as soon as he smoked, his smooth operation, pleasing lighting posture, and the action of inserting a cigarette into his mouth immediately surprised a group of old smokers.

because they found out.

Yang Heng's smoking posture is extraordinarily temperamental, every movement is very precise and natural, it seems to have an unspeakable mysterious and noble charm, it seems random, but it is like an antelope hanging horns, no trace can be found.

Just sitting there with Erlang's legs crossed, holding the dry tobacco pot between his fingers, an invincible domineering air is naturally revealed, which makes people feel awe.

As if, facing a big boss.

Moreover, when Yang Heng took a puff of cigarette in, and when he exhaled it, smoke dragons emerged from the gaps in his mouth, nose, eye sockets, and even ears and navel, which were lifelike and very realistic.

"hiss--!"

"I haven't seen you for a while, Lao Yang's smoking skills have improved a lot!"

"Yeah, it's even better than Old Wang's smoking skills, and he's even smoking Jackie Chan!"

"It seems that Lao Wang's Yanyan Pot King is going to be replaced."

A group of old men exclaimed.

Old Wang snorted coldly, and said unconvinced: "Hmph, what is this, if you have the ability, you can use this to smoke and see!"

He stood up and pointed to his ass.

Then, he took a challenging look at Yang Heng, picked up his half-meter-long tobacco rod, picked up the bowl-sized bowl, and lit it to smoke.

After taking a puff of smoke, when he spit it out, smoke came out of his ears, nose, eye sockets, mouth, and belly button.

Especially, there was also a puff of smoke coming out from behind his butt.

The smoke gathered and turned into a snake of smoke.

A group of old smokers saw this scene, they were all shocked, and they gave a thumbs up and praised:
"Old Wang Niuhide! You are indeed the king of the dry smoke pot, with a smoking snake on your butt, you are invincible in the world!"

"Yeah, I've been smoking for 180 years, and I never thought that someone could be so skilled!"

"Lao Yang probably won't do it, he's not Lao Wang's opponent."

"Nonsense, Lao Yang can definitely do it too, we support Lao Yang."

The old smokers talked a lot.

The two old smokers, Lao Liu and Lao Zhang, who had the best relationship with Yang Heng, showed dissatisfaction and supported Yang Heng.

Everyone looked at Yang Heng.

Yang Heng grinned, and said: "Old Wang's smoking skills are indeed extraordinary, but compared to the old man, he is still far behind."

"Hmph! Anyone can say big words, if you have the ability, you can smoke from your ass!" Old Wang snorted coldly, with a look of contempt on his face.

Yang Heng immediately picked up the dry tobacco pot and smoked it in one gulp.

Then, exhale the smoke.

Smoke came out of the nose, ears, eye sockets, mouth, and belly button.

A group of old smokers didn't pay attention to this. They all bent over, poked their bald heads, and stared at Yang Heng's ass.

At this moment.

A puff of smoke also came out from behind Yang Heng's butt.

The mist turns into a dragon, lifelike, wandering in the void.

A group of old smokers were surprised and excited when they saw it.

They didn't expect Yang Heng's smoking skills to be so superb.

Lao Liu and Lao Zhang even touched Yang Heng's butt excitedly, and praised: "Old Yang, it's all right, I really have you!"

opposite.

Lao Wang's face became solemn and serious, his whole body tensed up, staring at Yang Heng, feeling that he might have encountered an unworldly enemy.

But right now.

Old Liu suddenly pointed at Yang Heng's crotch and exclaimed, "Look, what is that?!"

"Oh my god! There is also a dragon of smoke emerging from Lao Yang's crotch!"

"Grass, how is it possible, the dragon that smokes in the crotch, could it be that place?"

"hiss--!"

A group of old smokers gasped.

In the main hall, as if the air conditioner was turned on, the cold wind swished instantly.

The old smokers were shocked, stunned, and their eyeballs fell to the ground.

They stared blankly at a dragon of smoke floating out of Yang Heng's crotch, their throats were dry, and they were so shocked that they couldn't recover for a long time.

Lao Wang was already stunned.

He never imagined that someone's smoking skills would be so superb.

Chirping smoke, but also turning into a dragon of smoke, what kind of superb smoking skills is that!
Yang Heng saw the changes in everyone's expressions, smiled slightly, and immediately took another puff of cigarette.

Then, blow out the smoke.

this time.

Smoke was coming out of his mouth, nose, ears, eyes, belly button, butthole, crotch, and the top of his head, arms, and neck.

Then, hundreds of millions of pores on the whole body opened and closed, and smoke began to emit.

The smogs turned into dragons of smog, there were billions of them, wandering in the void, stunned a group of old smokers, their faces were full of horror and shock.

"Plop flop."

The old smokers' knees softened and they all knelt on the ground.

"Lao Yang, please accept my knee!"

"Your acting skills are already invincible in the wild. You are a real heifer standing on his head. You are so awesome!"

"Teach me, I just want to learn the trick of smoking in the crotch, that's enough!"

The old smokers made excited requests.

"Plop~"

Old Wang also knelt down, and brought the half-meter-long tobacco pot with a large bowl mouth to Yang Heng with both hands, and said solemnly and seriously: "Old Yang, from now on, you will be the new Hanyan pot." Pot king!"

The words fell.

A group of old smokers shouted in unison: "The king of the dry smoke pot, the king of the dry smoke pot, the king of the dry smoke pot."

　Chapter 2 first, there will be more in the afternoon
　　
　
(End of this chapter)