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Chapter 442 Tell you a story

 Chapter 442 Let me tell you a story

"You, are you a brat?" Looking at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, someone said uncertainly.

And the person who suddenly appeared in front of him said with a smile: "If there is a fake, I am the kid, and the kid is me."

Looking at the person who suddenly appeared in front of them, everyone couldn't help but look at each other. Everyone thought it was a bit ridiculous. They heard that the kid was shooting the coffin, and many people thought that the person hosting the auction might be someone from Fengdu City.

A ghost.

However, the person who suddenly appeared in front of me seemed to have nothing to do with it. The person who suddenly appeared in front of me was an old man, tall and tall, not small at all. This old man had white hair and a very white beard.

Long. He looks kind-faced and kind-hearted, like a charitable grandfather.

No one can connect the old man in front of him with a kid. He is not a kid. He is obviously a kind and ordinary old man.

Many young monks present opened their heavenly eyes to see whether the old man was a human or a ghost. However, no matter who opened their heavenly eyes, they could not see through the old man in front of them and could not tell whether he was a human or a ghost.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"This is a secret!" the kid said with a smile, revealing a mysterious color, which made the young monks present even more curious.

Although the old man in front of you cannot tell whether he is a human or a ghost with your heavenly eyes, no matter how you look at it, he does not look like a ghost. But if it is not a ghost, then what is it? The older generation of monks will definitely not

Anyone who is willing to enter Fengdu City, no matter how powerful he is, is the same, unless he doesn't want to live anymore.

If he is a human being, then why did he enter Fengdu City? Moreover, everyone can see that it seems that Fengdu City has no influence on him. You must know that anyone with weak blood will be affected if he enters Fengdu City. Especially

The older generation of monks had a greater influence, but the kid in front of him was not affected at all.

This made many people have doubts in their hearts. Qiurong Wanxue, who was sitting next to Li Qiye, couldn't help but ask Li Qiye in a low voice, "Is he really a ghost?"

In fact, Qiu Rong Wanxue also thought that the little ghost was a very short or even young ghost at first. However, she did not expect that he was a kind old man.

"He?" Li Qiye looked at the kid and couldn't help but smile. Then he shook his head slightly and said, "Well, I don't know, I'm afraid no one knows."

Qiurong Wanxue knew that Li Qiye must know something, but he just didn't want to say it.

"Okay, without further ado, let's start the auction. The principle is very simple. We don't want things like treasure soldiers, jingbi, or night-yang fish. I take out something, and anyone can take it from me.

As long as it's my favorite thing, I'll trade it with him." The kid said with a smile.

After hearing the kid's words, many people couldn't help but look at each other. What kind of auction is this? This is bartering. Moreover, such an auction is also very new.

At this time, Xiao Gui took out a small coffin. This small coffin was not big, about the size of a box. The entire small coffin seemed to be carved out of jasper, and even integrated into one piece. The entire small coffin exuded a cool aura.

At this time, the little ghost gently opened the small coffin. When he opened the small coffin, a green light emitted from the inside, and there was a crisp sound, which was like the sound of golden beads rolling on a jade plate.

At this time, everyone took a look and saw that there was a cocoon inside the small coffin, a cocoon about the size of a fist. The cocoon was green in color, as if it was woven from jasper silk, and it was extremely magical.

"This is the cocoon of Cuitian Cicada! The larvae are inside. As soon as the larvae hatch, Cuitian Cicada will break out of the cocoon." The little ghost said with a smile, then closed the small coffin and said: "Start now, take out the cocoon."

It’s your treasure.”

Hearing this, many people looked at each other. Many people had never even heard of Cuitian Chan, let alone offered their own treasures in exchange.

"Cui Tian Cicada, it is said that it came from the ancient land of the ancient immortals!" Finally, a young monk who came from an ancient family said with emotion.

Hearing this, everyone present could not help but be moved. As long as the monks knew that as long as they could enter the old land of the ancient immortals, it would be a great miracle and opportunity. No matter which of the six old lands of the ancient immortals you get,

, whoever has the opportunity to enter will gain something.

Now this green sky cicada actually comes from the ancient land of the ancient immortals. How can this not make people blush?

"I have an unusual weapon here called the Starfall Bell..." A young monk took out a precious bell and said hurriedly.

"They all said we don't want weapons anymore!" Before the young monk could finish his words, the kid grabbed him with one hand and threw him out of the middle city.

When the kid takes action, he can easily throw the opponent out of the city. This makes many people feel shuddered, knowing that the kid is unfathomable.

"I have a gem that I want to trade with you." Another monk took out a treasure box. When he opened it, he saw wisps of divine light coming out. He gave the kid a look and immediately closed the box to avoid being seen.

Know what gems are inside.

"No," the kid glanced at him and shook his head.

"I have an ancient bone." At this time, Lao Jinzi, who was born in the Ten Thousand Bone Saint Clan, took out a palm-sized bone. This bone seemed to be a skull. The skull was completely black. When the bone was taken out, there was a burst of sound.

The eerie ghostly cries made people's hair stand on end.

"It's interesting." The kid glanced at this ancient bone and couldn't help but nod in approval.

Qingjinzi couldn't help but feel happy. There was no doubt that he had hope of getting the Cuitian Chan in the hands of the kid.

"How about I tell you a story?" At this time, Li Qiye said slowly.

As soon as Li Qiye said these words, Qiurong Wanxue couldn't help but be startled. This is too outrageous. Others would give treasures in exchange, but he actually told stories in exchange.

"Hmph, if you don't have any treasures, don't make trouble here. Just get out of the way." Upon seeing a human like Li Qiye, Qingjinzi snorted coldly and said.

"Okay." However, the kid nodded hurriedly and said: "But you have to be careful. If your story is made up randomly, be careful that I throw you out. Of course, if I like your story, Cuitian Chan is

your."

When the kid said this, everyone was in disbelief. Telling stories can be exchanged for treasures. This is really outrageous. They have never encountered such a thing.

"Don't worry, this is definitely a good story." Li Qiye smiled, then cleared his throat and said: "A long, long time ago, there was a crow, he could speak human language. And a long, long time ago,

There was a man named Gongyang, who was a person from the underworld. One day, the crow met Gongyang. The crow said to Gongyang that there was an immortal living in a place called Xiandang. The immortal was immortal, and that

The immortal planted a fairy grass. If you eat this fairy grass, you will live forever..."

"What kind of story is this? It's such a mess..." Prince Shenran couldn't help but sneered when he heard this.

"Shut up." However, the kid listened with interest and interrupted Prince Shenran's words. Prince Shenran obediently shut his mouth.

"...However, it is very difficult to get the fairy grass from the immortal. The crow told the ram that he had a way to get the fairy grass. As long as he obeyed his arrangement, the ram believed it.

The crow’s words…”

Li Qiye spoke slowly and slowly told this boring-sounding story. Many people present simply fell asleep after hearing Li Qiye tell such a story and did not want to listen at all. What kind of nonsense is this?

Even children don't want to hear such stories. For monks like them, they experience magical things every day. Boring and absurd stories like this are simply boring.

In fact, even Qiurong Wanxue finds such a story unpleasant. Telling any legend about the Immortal Emperor is far better than such a short story. This kind of story may be able to coax children in the world, but

As monks, stories like Li Qiye's are even more mundane than their daily experiences.

"...The ram followed the crow's suggestion, met the immortal, and saw the fairy grass. The ram asked the immortal for the fairy grass, but the immortal..." At this point, Li Qiye paused.

Got down.

"Then what?" Compared to other people who felt bored, the kid listened with great interest. Many people didn't understand what was so good about such a boring story.

"Then the Gongyang clan was exterminated." Li Qiye laughed when he said this.

The first one who was speechless was Qiurong Wanxue, who followed Li Qiye. What kind of story is this? Suddenly, the clan was wiped out. The preface and the back part are inconsistent. What kind of story is this?

"It's a bullshit story with no beginning or end." Some people felt that it was too outrageous for Li Qiye to suddenly end the story like this. Although the story he told at first was boring and bland, at least it was coherent.

Now, suddenly a sentence comes out saying that the Gongyang clan has been exterminated. This is simply a complete mess.

However, the kid closed his eyes, shook his head, and muttered to himself. No one could understand what he was talking about.

"Good story, good story, amazing, really amazing, an eternal miracle, the only one in the world." After a while, the little ghost praised it, stroking his palms with emotion.

The kid's admiration made everyone dumbfounded, including Qiurong Wanxue. This is too outrageous. A story that is a mess, has no beginning and no tail, and has no preface and follow-up, is actually praised as a good story. It's really

It's completely outrageous.

"This little coffin is yours." The kid seemed very excited and threw the jade coffin containing the Cuitian Cicada to Li Qiye.

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… (To be continued

...)


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