Zheng Gan wanted to ask the old man who was napping while lying on his face. He thought again, he just looked at it and didn't buy it, so why bother asking about it? It's more important to do serious things. Just satisfy your curiosity. It's better to do less than more things. Thinking of this, Zheng Gan turned around and left.

"Guest, please stay." Since Zheng Gan entered the door, the old man who only said one sentence said the second sentence.

Zheng Gan paused.

"What's wrong with the shopkeeper?"

"Haha, you're not blind. Didn't you see what was written on the sign behind the door?" The old man cursed arrogantly.

Zheng Gan frowned. This old guy's mouth is smelly enough.

There is a sign in the corner outside the door with a line of small words written on it. If you don’t pay attention, it will be easy to ignore it.

"Anyone who enters the store, regardless of whether they buy or sell, please donate 300 yuan."

Fundraising? Or crowdfunding? Zheng Gan doesn’t understand what it means? Besides, Zheng Gan has no money. Where can I get three hundred?

"Shopkeeper, I am a foreigner who just arrived here today. I don't know the rules of our store. What does this mean?"

"What does it mean? Do you not recognize words? Go there."

The old man pointed his hand and there was a big bowl next to the counter.

"Concentrate your three hundred years of cultivation into your blood, drip it into the bowl, and you can leave."

The price of a weapon is only written with numbers, but not with units of measurement, which should mean the same. The exchange chips in Tianzhuo are not gold, silver, treasures and other currencies, but cultivation. For example, if anyone wants to buy the sword with a thousand words, he must spend a thousand years of cultivation.

Zheng Gan: "Shopkeeper, don't bully foreigners. I went to your store and bought nothing. Why do you have to give you three hundred years of practice?"

The old man was very happy.

"Why? Just because of this, I have seen a lot of experience like you, who is ignorant of life and death. Today I am happy. Give you a reason."

The old man took a jade plaque. The jade plaque carved a majestic bull's head.

"This jade plaque is the treasure given to me by the old shop of Zhang Ji by the Emperor. It is also the emperor's sage. It is a privilege given to me by the Emperor. It stipulates that no matter who it is, as long as you enter my shop, you will have to buy nothing, and you will have to leave three hundred. ".

Zheng Gan thought to himself that this old guy used this method to collect other people's practices. He accumulated a lot of them. He couldn't imagine how high his practice was. But he didn't look very good.

Zheng Gan secretly used his divine thoughts to scan the old man. The old man's cultivation was lower than Zheng Gan's estimate.

The cultivation he collected did not use to enhance his realm. If this old man Zheng Gan became serious at present, he might be able to kill him with just one finger. Then why did he collect so much cultivation?

When the old man saw that Zheng Gan didn't say anything, he thought Zheng Gan was frightened by the jade tablet.

"You are scared. If you like a weapon, I am a child and don't deceive me. What price is the price you are trying to practice and take it away. If you don't want anything, you can't see it in vain. You must leave three hundred to get out of this door."

Zheng Gan: "What if I don't give it to me? You can still not let me go."

Zheng Gan said this and left outside the store.

"Boy, you dare."

The old man shouted angrily, his legs and feet suddenly became extremely neat, and he jumped behind Zheng Gan and pinched Zheng Gan's neck with both hands.

"Since you don't want to eat and punish me for being ruthless, don't blame me for being ruthless. You can leave all your practice for me."

The old man's nails soared, like ten sharp knives. If the old man pinched him, he would twist Zheng's head off.

The wind blew up from behind his head. Zheng Gan lowered his head. He let the old man's chicken claws and lifted his right leg from bottom to top. He used a "scorpion swings his tail."

He kicked the old man's stomach. The old man flew backwards like a kite with broken strings. He made a noise, the counter was overturned, the table was overturned, and the weapon rack was also falling aside. A spear passed under the old man's ribs. A little further in, the old man had to turn into a ghost under the spear.

The old man got up and took the spear from under his clothes in a hurry.

"Boy, you dare to beat the elderly. Don't think about leaving today. I'll let you lose all your money."

Zheng Gan was speechless: There are people who hit the car in any world. The people who hit the car in the Tianzhu Realm asked Zheng Gan to catch up.

The old man had a spear in his hand and did not attack Zheng Gan. Instead, he first set up a barrier and covered the weapon store with the barrier.

"Boy, look at the gun." The spear shook, and the bowl-sized gun flower was like a red sun breaking through the clouds. The spear monster python turned over, and the poisonous snake came out of the cave. The dragon was making trouble in the sea. One shot was tight like a gun, and the gun kept leaving Zheng Gan's throat, lower abdomen, and face.

Although the old man was old, his marksmanship was extremely cruel. This was the first time that Zheng Gan was facing someone who used martial arts instead of immortal techniques. The spear broke through the air and sparked flames. The flames flew around and surrounded Zheng Gan in the shadow of the gun.

Although the old man's shooting skills are powerful, he is not enough to see Zheng Gan, whose strength and cultivation are much higher than him. Zheng Gan is at ease in dealing with him.

Zheng Gan was still worried. He started fighting in the weapon store, alarming other inner demons in the Tianzhuo City. It caused unnecessary trouble, which was what Zheng Gan was most reluctant to see. What made Zheng Gan feel incredible was that the old man seemed to be more reluctant to let people know about his behavior than Zheng Gan, and he actually took the initiative to hide the weapon store. Zheng Gan was even more scruples. He wanted to use the old man's hand to hone his martial arts.

Zheng Gan and the old man were dealing with each other in the store. The old man couldn't take Zheng Gan for a moment, and his beard was so angry that he raised his beard. The spear was shot tightly, and he wanted to poke a few transparent holes on Zheng Gan's body.

At the beginning, Zheng Gan was a little nervous, and he didn't want to reveal his true strength. So in the old man's gun shadow, he suppressed the idea of ​​raising a shield. Zheng Gan's shield had a very powerful divine nature. He could not guarantee what consequences the shield would bring to the Heavenly Prison. Slowly, Zheng Gan's awkward martial arts became proficient, and he was like a butterfly in the gun shadows. People turned with the gun, like a flying swallow dancing in the wind.

The old man's marksmanship changed a few times, but he couldn't do anything to Zheng Gan.

After a long time, Zheng Gan found that the old man's marksmanship began to repeat. The old man's tricks were used up.

Zheng Gan: "Shopkeeper, do you have any other skills? If you have it, use it quickly. If you don't have me, I won't play with you anymore."

Zheng Gan Jinbu bullied himself, put on the gun bar with his right hand and "golden wire wrapping his wrist" and carried the old man into his arms along the gun bar.

The old man grabbed both hands, Zheng Gan let go, and kicked the old man in the stomach.

"Go away."

The old man was so happy that he rolled out as he turned around and kept throwing his way, and he hit the wall with a pair of sledgehammers beside the wall. The old man's head was aimed at the two millstone-sized hammers.

Zheng Gan not only kicked the old man out, but also sealed the old man's sea of ​​consciousness. The old man is now similar to an ordinary person. He can't use any magic at all. He can only hit the hammer head involuntarily.

Zheng Gan yelled and jumped to grab the old man's feet. He wanted to pull the old man back.

Zheng Gan's move is not to respect the elderly and love the young. Even if he respects the elderly and loves the young, he will not be able to have any sympathy for the inner demons. In the process of fighting with the old man, Zheng Gan did not feel the magic power on the old man. It was not like swallowing the eight ghosts, filled with evil demonic aura. The old man did not have these at all. Not only that, Zheng Gan seemed to feel the divine power from the old man. Zheng Gan didn't know if it was his own illusion.

Another thing that puzzled Zheng Gan. The weapon store blatantly blackmailed others' practice. Zheng Gan didn't believe that this weapon store was opened in Tianzhuo City. The person who was cheated must not be Zheng Gan. So, will the others be cheated and behaved obediently? The inner demon is a kind of group, and they have to find trouble for everything. Why do they have such a generous attitude towards their own practice and generously give it to this unknown old man. The old man is not at all high in his practice. What methods did he use to make those people obedient and willingly give his practice?

What Zheng Gan couldn't understand the most was that the old man should have collected a lot of practices, but his strength was not very clever. So where did the practices he collected use?

During the process of Zheng Gan fighting with the old man, the more Zheng Gan thought about these problems, the more he was thinking about them. The old man was full of doubts. If he died in his own hands, it might lead to a big mistake.

Zheng Gan kicked the old man and sealed his sea of ​​consciousness, just to find answers to his own questions. But he didn't have the intention to kill the old man.

When he saw the old man's wheels like downhill, his head headed straight toward the sledgehammer.

Zheng Gan jumped forward, grabbed the old man's feet, and wanted to pull him back.

A man appeared out of thin air between the old man and the sledgehammer.
Chapter completed!