The city guards who were "besieging" Zheng Lin finally found a reason to stop, and they all rubbed their shoulders or stomachs and dispersed.
Everyone focused their attention on the door, but they saw that the door of the shop, which was originally surrounded by people, was only an old man with flowing white hair and a white robe. The old man's white robe and long hair moved automatically without wind, and the vicissitudes of life
There was a slight anger on his face, giving people a long-lasting and deep feeling.
The old man snorted coldly, walked slowly into the store, glanced at Xia Lei who was hiding behind the counter, shook his head and sighed, and then Zheng Lin saw him swinging his robe, and all the city guards and the deacon immortal in the room came.
He was blown out by a strong wind and fell on the street in front of the store.
Zheng Lin was stunned, what kind of strength is this? He swept away a whole room of people with just a wave of his hand. This was too powerful!
The Immortal Deacon no longer dared to chirp, and crawled away together with the frightened city guards in a state of peeing, probably heading to the city lord's mansion.
The city lord of the second-level Immortal Star is probably not an ordinary expert, but an emperor-level figure, perhaps even the Emperor Liuchen himself is unknown.
"Boy, why don't you come out? I have only been gone for a thousand years, and you have managed this shop like this. You are really a prodigal!" The white-haired immortal cursed angrily at Xia Lei behind the counter, and he was also
I randomly found a seat and sat down.
Xia Lei scratched his head in embarrassment and recounted today's events in an embellished way. The more the white-haired immortal listened, the more ugly his face became. When he heard that Xia Lei and Zheng Lin were defrauded of hundreds of high-grade immortal stones by someone pretending to be a deacon official, they couldn't help but complain.
He cursed Xia Lei for being stupid.
Xia Lei knew that the white-haired immortal had a bad temper, so he asked with a sneer: "When did you come back? Are your injuries completely healed?"
"Hmph! It was already getting better and there was still some progress, but seeing you look so timid today really disappoints me!" After scolding Xia Lei, the old man turned to Zheng Lin and said, "Thanks to this for today.
Little brother, otherwise my store would have been destroyed."
Zheng Lin said politely: "Senior, you're too polite. Those officials and immortals have been arrogant and domineering for a long time. They are too domineering. I just can't stand it."
The old man nodded as if appreciatively, and added: "You don't have to worry about them coming to trouble you, I will make the decision in everything."
Zheng Lin didn't say anything more, and the old man began to lecture Xia Lei again, telling Xia Lei that he wanted to find a mouse hole to crawl into.
Seeing Xia Lei's aggrieved look and winking at him frequently, Zheng Lin felt that this fellow was a bit funny.
After a while, the deacon official led a large group of immortals to block the door of the store. One of the immortals slowly entered the store. After seeing the old man and Zheng Lin, he couldn't help but frowned, but he was forced to do so.
Squeezing out a smile, he said: "Congratulations to fellow Taoist Qingyan for advancing to the imperial stage."
The old man didn't show off. The person who came was the city lord of this big city. His cultivation level was similar to his own, but he entered the emperor level many years earlier than himself. The old man Qingyan held his fists and said like a haha: "Same joy, city lord."
Are you here to collect rent?" As he said that, old man Qingyan took out a few fairy crystals from the storage ring without caring about the face of the city lord.
The city lord smiled and said: "This shop is my gift to fellow Taoist Qingyan for promotion. It will be rent-free and tax-free in the future." Originally, there were countless shops of similar size in the city, so the city lord naturally wouldn't care about such a little thing.
A meager income like a drop in the ocean.
In the past, Qingyan was only in the late stage of Hengxian, and the city lord had already dealt with him and was very envious of his weapon refining skills. Now that Qingyan also has emperor-level strength, the two of them are actually on an equal footing, and the city lord is happy to make friends with him generously.
An emperor-level master with extremely high level of weapon refining.
"Haha, thank you to the Lord of the City." Old man Qingyan was not polite, although he didn't care about it.
The city lord exchanged some polite words with Qingyan. He originally wanted to invite Qingyan to have a drink, but Qingyan just found a reason to refuse. Later, the city lord seemed to have nothing to say. After glancing at Zheng Lin, he swallowed
He continued, looking embarrassed.
After the city lord left, when the old man Qingyan turned around, he saw Zheng Lin and Xia Lei looking at him in disbelief. They couldn't help asking strangely: "What's wrong? Do I have flowers on my face?"
"Old man, are you really an Emperor Immortal master?" Xia Lei seemed to believe it.
"Huh! This can be fake! If you don't work hard to practice, I'm afraid you will only be able to linger in the spiritual immortal stage in this life!" Old man Qingyan said displeasedly.
Just when Zheng Lin was about to speak, Pangpang came out of his cuffs, opened his mouth and spat out more than twenty storage rings. It turned out that this guy took advantage of Zheng Lin to fight with the city guards and deacons, and actually
Everyone's storage rings were stolen. No wonder the city lord was hesitant to speak just now. He must have wanted to ask his subordinates about the whereabouts of the storage rings, but finally gave up because he didn't have the nerve to speak in front of Qingyan.
"Eh? Is this the Sky Devouring Spirit Dog?" Qingyan has been practicing for many years and is good at refining weapons. It can be said that his knowledge is far broader than that of ordinary emperor-level masters.
"Haha, that's right. But I'm still in my early childhood and don't have any great skills. I just have a bad habit of stealing other people's treasures." Zheng Lin said with a wry smile. He didn't expect Pangpang to steal other people's treasures for himself.
I want to store a ring to make money, but I can’t keep it locked up all the time, which is a headache.
"Haha, this is a good problem. Although my little brother is only in the late stage of God Refining, he has a lot of good things." Old man Qingyan said pointedly.
Zheng Lin swayed unnaturally. He knew that he couldn't hide too deeply in front of Hengxian, but he would be completely exposed in front of Emperor Immortal.
"I see that my little brother has reached perfection in the late stage of God Refining. Is he traveling this time to prepare for the Divine Embryo Stage?" Qing Yan asked Zheng Lin.
Zheng Lin couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, because he didn't know what the state would be after the God Refining Stage, let alone how to break through the shackles of the late God Refining Stage, and this old man Qingyan seemed to know a lot. Zheng Lin replied: "I was there before
There are only False God, Concentration, and God-refining techniques, but there are no follow-up techniques. I was in trouble for a while, so I came out to look for it in the fairy world. I met my senior today, and I hope he can give me some advice."
The old man Qingyan asked strangely: "How come you don't have any follow-up magical skills? Don't you come from a family of cultivators?"
Zheng Lin shook his head and said: "My magical skills were also cultivated by chance. No one has ever taught me. I don't come from a family that cultivates gods."
The old man Qingyan gently brushed his beard and said: "This is strange, you are not from a family of cultivators, so where did the magic-level lock treasure in your Dantian come from?"