Chapter 582 If you don't see the three-year-old, how can you see the world?

"Brother Wang laughed. The two of us don't sell clothing, fat powder. An sells monster mounts. As for Brother Lv, he sells iron weapons.

Seeing this situation, An Bochen quickly interrupted.

Lv Fengqi had already had signs of rampage before. At this time, he was squeezed by a young man from Chifangtian. An Bochen could not guarantee whether the king of tigers and wolves would lose his temper on the spot. After all, Lv Fengqi has dominated one side and has been in power for a hundred years. He said that he would adapt. However, he was first used by Mrs. Shangyuan as a shield, and was humiliated by the jealous Wang youth. Lv Fengqi couldn't stand his bottom line no matter how much he could stand it.

An Bochen thought to himself.

He looked at Lv Fengqi and saw Lv Fengqi staring at the tea cup in his hand expressionlessly without saying a word. In the eyes of outsiders, Lv Fengqi was scared.

"Yes, Yang Gong, you haven't said who the person you are looking for is? What does he have to do with Yongta Town?

An Bochen changed the topic.

Everyone's interest in the talented jumpers was obviously greater than Lv Fengqi, and even the young man Wang looked at Yang Gong curiously.

"That person..." The guardian of Yongta Town with a stern face was grim. He glanced at the people in the cabin and said, "I won't say now. When several people arrive in Tongtianzhai, they will know when they enter my Yongta Town. Well, in that case, I'll tell you what happened in my Yongta town half a year ago.

The lights in the cabin are faint, and the owner of the boat has made tea. The fragrance of tea permeates the seemingly simple but hidden pearls and jade in the cabin. Outside the cabin is a chaotic void and purple snowflakes as big as banana leaves. Pieces hit the wall of the ship, making a "dong-dong" sound, playing like a military drum.

An Bochen is not unfamiliar with this feeling of playing a stranger. Five years ago, he and Sima Jin are both free, and they often accompany strangers on the journey. For Lv Fengqi and Li Xian, this feeling is very fresh. They are so close to strangers who have only known each other for a long time, drinking the same pot of tea and telling their own stories. Whether it is Lv Fengqi, who is high and lonely, or Li Xian, who has been abducted by Ao Ba, there is an indescivable excitement.

The two people who will dominate the world in the future, on the way to Tongtianzhai, the turning point of their fate, live together in a cabin and listen quietly, only separated by An Bochen.

An Bochen has long been used to it. He smiled, picked up a cup of tea instead of wine, and saluted the sheep.

Yang Gong nodded, put down the tea cup, and began to preach: "Tongtianzhaizi has a long history. From ancient times to the present, it has undergone changes. It was not until nearly ten thousand years that Wuta Town was derived. Each town has a school field, also known as a fighting field. Do you know that ten thousand years ago, what did I do in the area of Yongta Town?

Everyone listened attentively and looked suspicious. Only the old ship owner Fang Hou Ruo said thoughtfully, "I heard that ten thousand years ago, the last pseudo-demon department fled from the center of heaven and earth to Tongtianzhai. But after all, it's just gossip, and I don't really believe it. Is it that Yongta Town has something to do with pseudo-demons?

"Exact. It's still the owner of Fang who has a lot of knowledge and can guess it. The sheep smiled and complimented a little.

Hearing the word pseudo-demon, An Bochen's heart thumped. Yu Guang subconsciously glanced at Lv Fengqi. He saw that Lv Fengqi also understood and looked at him.

At the beginning, An Bochen and Lv Fengqi fought with the immortals and demons of the Three Dynasties in the Yin Dynasty in the east, and had nothing to do with the remaining pseudo-monsters. Pseudo-demon, also known as the natural bottomless hole in Da Kuang, Wuhua, Huo Chuanyun and Dian Kui are all. Compared with ordinary practitioners, the three of them are obviously better in terms of qualifications and understanding. Later, the remaining pseudo-demons were taken by Huo Chuanyun to Penglai to avoid disaster and cultivate their lives in order to last for a long time.

"It seems that you are no stranger to pseudo-monsters." Yang Gong glanced at the crowd, observed the words and looks, and saw some points.

"To be honest. The elders of the family once mentioned below that the pseudo-demons were besieged by many forces of heaven and earth, and when heaven and earth changed, they were divided into several parts and fled to all corners of heaven and earth. Wang's young man didn't want to be as cold as Lv Fengqi and interrupted.

He came from Chifangtian. He knew that the pseudo-demon was probably because of the existence of pseudo-demon in Chifangtian, but he didn't know that in such a way of pretending to show off and cover-up, it was easier for people to guess his real identity.

"Indeed." Yang Gong nodded and took a sip of the tea channel: "In those years, the pseudo-demons that were not driven away, but fled everywhere. One of them, the legend and the last one, came to Tongtianzhai. They were very familiar with Tongtianzhai. Not long after they came, they broke through Tongtianzhai and occupied the boundary of Yongta Town at that time.

"Isn't there a powerful immortal in Tongtianzhai at that time?" Wang's girl asked.

"Yes, of course." Yang Gong said, "No matter how tall it is, it is not as tall as the leader of the pseudo-demon tribe. The leader is a pair of siblings. It is said that he is a descendant of a powerful and snake demon in ancient times, with strong strength. Today, the sister should have the cultivation of Xuanxian, and the younger brother also has the cultivation of the peak of the real immortal.

"At that time, Tongtianzhai gathered many masters who fled from the center of heaven and earth. In order to resist pseudo-demons, they spontaneously organized. Even so, that pseudo-demon tribe is still invincible in Tongtianzhai.

"But I heard that the pseudo-demon has a nemesis, which is the Buddha of the West." Wang's young man continued to show off and said, "Why didn't the people of Tongtianzhai go to the West to invite Buddha to defeat demons?"

"Ha ha. Of course, some people think of what you said. Yang Gong said, "But you don't know that the ancestors of the sister and brother were once the power of Western Buddhism in ancient times. Even if you invite the real Buddha, you may not be able to take action against them.

When the words fell, everyone was surprised on the spot, and no one said anything for a long time.

The fragrance of tea overflowed. An Bochen picked up the tea cup, took a sip, put it down again, and broke the silence and said, "So what happened later?"

"Later..." Yang Gong touched the chin on his chin and looked at the bean-like light, as if he had been immersed in a distant memory: "Later, a group of people appeared. They were very strong, but they were very low-key. They subdued the sister and brother. The younger brother killed him. The sister and the rest of the fake demons broke into the tower prison and built Wuta Town.

After Yang Gong finished speaking, he looked at the expressions of everyone falling down, blinked and smiled.

"Is it that simple? Oh, my God, is it over? I thought what a strange story it would be. After all, Wang's girl is young and can't help complaining.

But except for her, the rest of them were obviously solemn and buried their eyes under the lights. They didn't know what they were thinking about.

After ten thousand years of iceberg, Lv Fengqi, who pretended to be indifferent until now, finally said his first sentence.

"Who are those people?"

What Lv Feng asked is exactly what everyone wants to know.

In Yang Gong's mouth, the group of people who appeared lightly seemed to be very effortless, and they would suppress the two siblings who had been headaches of Tongtianzhai for a long time. Where did these people come from and what kind of cultivation did they have? You know, the female leader of the pseudo-demon tribe has the cultivation of Xuan Wonderland.

Under the Yingying lights, An Bochen was also waiting for the answer. The firelight shone in his eyes, and his fingers subconsciously pinched tightly.

He and Simajin wandered around the world for five years. While decorating, he pursued the secret, and half of the secret belonged to the disappeared ancient strongmen. For example, the first family in ancient times, such as the legendary Jianzhai, they are all powerful figures in ancient times. Today, I'm afraid that a flick of a finger can make the whole master of Jiuyuanzhou bow down.

The group of people in the sheep's mouth, is...

An Bochen's mood was suddenly a little agitated. He subconsciously raised his head and suddenly found that Mrs. Shangyuan opposite the firelight seemed to be sighing softly. The curtain was blown by the air of Fanglan in his lips and floated up, suddenly revealing half a delicate face.

Looking at Mrs. Yuan's appearance, does she know anything? Up to now, I don't know the details of this Mrs. Shangyuan. The people on this ship really have secrets.

An Bochen said to himself.

After waiting for a long time, the bearded sheep also satisfied everyone's appetite and laughed, "I don't know the true identity of these people. I only heard from the predecessors that they claim to be abandoned or bereaved.

Everyone was confused when they heard it.

"Guys, have you ever thought about a question?" Yang Gong swept through the crowd and said, "How much is the immortal's life expectancy? It is said that the cultivation of immortals and the longevity of heaven, but among the people you associate with and know, can there be more than ten thousand years of longevity? Not to mention ten thousand years, I'm afraid it hasn't even been three thousand years, five thousand years, right?

"Yes. I really haven't seen it before. The girl Wang replied in a startled voice.

"If Yang Gong doesn't mention it, Pi won't think about this problem." Mr. Pi smiled, but his smile was a little stiff.

Hearing this, An Bochen couldn't help thinking of the eight-faced king. The Eight-faced King has been passed down from generation to generation in the Western Liuhai Sea. His life expectancy is at least 1,000 years old. Even so, I'm afraid it will not be more than 3,000 years old.

After thinking about it, An Bochen didn't think that among the elderly people he knew, they had a life expectancy of more than 3,000 years.

This is a very strange thing. The cultivation of immortals is to live with the sky, but after becoming an immortal, you find that there are no people around you who really live with the sky. Take Jiuyuanzhou as an example, if Jiuyuanzhou has a strong man who has lived in the ancient heavenly palace to this day and has practiced for ten thousand years, he may have surpassed Xuanxian. However, the oldest one in Jiuyuanzhou is just the grandfathers of Prince Yin and Peng San, who are only more than a thousand years old. If they go up, there is no more.

What a terrible fault. Why does such a fault appear?

An Bochen thought about it, and there was a strong chill in his heart.

This is a problem that he has never thought of. Perhaps occasionally, he will flash two such doubts, but they are quickly left behind by him.

Nowadays, An Bochen has to think about the mystery that Yang Gong gave to everyone.

If you don't see the three-thousand-year-old, how can you see the world? Where will you be in three thousand years?

Those immortals who suddenly appeared in Tongtianzhai to suppress pseudo-demons, who are they, and why do they claim to be abandoned?

An Bochen is alone with the lights and has been thinking about it for a long time.

Is there any order on the issue of Yuanshou?