I opened a store, how come all my customers became immortals?

After learning the identities of the people, the three little girls were restless here. After the shop closed, they hurried out of the shop.

"Shopkeeper Yang, we will go back first!"

"Yeah, we will come again tomorrow!"

The three people said hello to Yang Feng and jumped away.

"Shopkeeper Yang, we will leave first too!"

Xiang Wentian, King Chu and others also left the shop and said hello to Yang Feng. However, they did not go back, but found an open grassland to sit down and discuss how to defeat the hammer dwarf!

Yang Feng also got up, entered the shop, and simply prepared the food. After Zhao Jingzhi and his wife, Xiaobai, and Hu Tiantian finished dinner, they closed the shop door!

Yang Feng came to the lottery machine, and his expression seemed to have become that of a superior.

Looking at the lottery machine was like looking at the territory under his jurisdiction. At this time, Yang Feng was very excited. He could show his fists and feet and avenge his previous shame. So Yang Feng waved his sleeves, raised his palm and clapped it down hard, like a commander giving orders on the battlefield, and shouted!

"Tired to death!!!"

Yang Feng stared at the front with a sharp gaze, his face was neither sad nor happy, neither crying nor making a fuss.

However, things did not go as planned, and the pointer stopped on the white grid.

The corner of Yang Feng's eye twitched subconsciously, I don't know if it was caused by some nerve disorder or physical fatigue and kidney deficiency, anyway, it twitched!

It doesn't matter, Ala will do it again, anyway, there is plenty of time!

The pointer still stopped on the white grid.

This time, Yang Feng's mouth twitched, perhaps it was the nerve disorder just now that affected the corner of his mouth.

It doesn't matter, anyway, there is a lot of desire, come on! Draw the lottery!

The seventh time...

The pointer still stopped on the white grid, and Yang Feng's eyes changed from bright and energetic to frowning and angry.

Now Yang Feng's expression is leisurely, like an angry emperor, who is about to lay a million corpses and bleed for thousands of miles.

But in the end, reason triumphed over evil, and his eyes and expressions returned to calmness, but the corners of his mouth that twitched from time to time also revealed that he was not calm at this time.

Talking about success or failure, life is heroic, and the worst thing is to start over.

There are still three chances, there is still a chance, and God will definitely favor a kind and handsome shopkeeper.

Generally, when encountering such a plot, it basically ends with the kind-hearted people licking their wounds. As the saying goes, good people don’t live long, and evils are left for thousands of years. This is the reason!

However, there are exceptions. Perhaps God can’t bear to watch it anymore, and throws a big pie on your head.

Yang Feng bulged his eyes, clenched his fists, and stared at the screen of the lottery machine.

Now the pointer is very slow, and it is already on the edge of the white grid. Just one millimeter forward, just one millimeter can enter the grid of the golden mysterious prize.

As usual, at this time, Yang Feng's mind would reflect on the miserable days in the past. He was bullied by his friends when he was young, bullied by this cruel society when he grew up, and bullied by the system when he traveled to another world. These pictures would flash through Yang Feng's mind frame by frame.

However, this routine would not happen. Before Yang Feng had time to think, the pointer stopped.

Yang Feng stared at the lottery machine screen blankly and shed tears. Everything in the past was no longer important!

The next day, Yang Feng still opened the door of the store as if nothing had happened.

As soon as the door opened, a huge chaotic noise came into Yang Feng's ears.

"Hahahaha, I laughed to death. This is the elite disciple of your Canglan Tianzong? He can't even beat the children of a small noble in a small town under the jurisdiction of our Tianzhu Mansion. Xiang Wentian, your Canglan Tianzong is getting more and more corrupt!"

The wild laughter of King Qin Ming of Chu was the first to rush into Yang Feng's ears!

"Hmph, Qin Ming, don't be too proud. Liang Bi was just careless just now. If they fight again, Zhao Changqing will definitely lose!"

Xiang Wentian argued, no, it should be an excuse, but his momentum was much weaker!

"Hahahahaha...Uncle Xiang, even if we fight a hundred times, Zhao Changqing from our Tianzhu Mansion will win!"

Qin Ying also joined the "battlefield"!

"Hmph, if you have the guts to fight me, I'll give you a hand!" At this time, Huang Chang came out to challenge Zhao Changqing!

"Hey, your name is Huang Chang, right? Do you still want to be a bit lecherous? You, a martial king, challenge a martial spirit. Are all of you Canglan Tianzong this kind of stuff?"

Qin Gan saw that the eldest brother of Canglan Tianzong came out to challenge Zhao Changqing, and immediately felt that the whole person was not good. This was too lecherous!

"Young Master Gan, what does lecherous mean?" Xu Wei, who was next to Qin Gan, asked in a low voice!

Qin Gan also lowered his voice and told Xu Wei what Bilian meant. Xu Wei also shouted: "Don't Bilian!"

"Hmph, no need for senior brother to fight, I Liang Shiyou will fight with you!" Liang Shiyou also came out to shout at this time!

"Haha... Can't you afford to lose in Canglan Tianzong? You can't beat one person and you want to fight in groups? Come... come... come... I will fight with you!"

Qin Gan jumped out again, pointing at Liang Shiyou and hooking his hand!

Yang Feng was a little confused. What's going on? It was fine yesterday, why did they fight today?

At this time, Zhao Jingzhi and his wife came over to explain to Yang Feng. It turned out that when they were queuing in the morning, the young people of Tianfeng City surrounded Zhao Changqing.

The disciple of Canglan Tianzong named Liang Bi mocked them a few times, saying that it was nothing great to win the championship of the prefecture's Qingxiu Martial Arts Association Qualifying Tournament? There is nothing to show off, a rookie is a rookie.

When Zhao Changqing heard that he was pointing his sword at the other party, under normal circumstances, Zhao Changqing would have ignored it, but today there was a beautiful woman next to him. Even if you were a genius disciple of the Canglan Tianzong, what would happen? Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, kings, princes, generals, and ministers, are they of the same kind!

Liang Bi accepted it happily. How strong could a person from a small noble family be? He didn't take it seriously at all, but he was wrong this time, and he was very wrong.

Zhao Changqing used all his strength as soon as he came up, and the Dugu Nine Swords were fully fired. After only ten moves, he put the sword on the neck of the arrogant Liang Bi!

Liang Bi was stunned, not only him, but everyone was stunned! Liang Bi was a ninth-level martial spirit! ! And Zhao Changqing was only a second-level martial spirit, seven small realms apart, but he defeated him so easily.

Now, the face of Canglan Tianzong was lost. Their elite disciples were defeated by a small noble, who was only a disciple of the second level of Wuling. How could this be tolerated!

Other disciples wanted to fight and stand up for Liang Bi. The moment Liang Bi was defeated, Xiang Wentian became very upset and was shaking with anger.

King Qin Ming of Chu laughed heartily and felt very happy. He finally turned the situation around.

The people of Canglan Tianzhong were very unconvinced and wanted to fight again. The people here were not stupid. Just now, Zhao Changqing suddenly broke out and defeated him with exquisite moves before the opponent could react.

If they fight again, the opponent is not an ordinary person. They are all elite disciples of the sect. When they are prepared, Zhao Changqing is really not their opponent. After all, these people also have martial arts, and they know more than one or two.