The Shuidi City is really big. It took a long time to visit some places in the East City. I heard that there are also West City, South City and North City. Han Yun bought dozens of dresses for Zidi. When he saw that the Palace Master Ling Jing was depressed, he also chose a few sets for her. The girl immediately turned anger into joy and happily bought Han Yun magic weapons, suits, commonly used elixirs, etc., worth no less than one million immortal stones.

Han Yun couldn't help but be stunned. He spent more than a dozen fairy stones to buy two sets of ordinary dresses, but he actually received a return worth nearly one million fairy stones. This business is so worth it.

"Hehe, it feels good to be a young man!" Zidi said with a sneering smile.

Han Yun glared at Zidi with amusement and cry. It’s really good to eat soft rice. Being able to eat soft rice is also a skill. Eating your own soft rice will make others jealous!

"The Palace Master, your legs are sore, why don't you leave tomorrow? Anyway, you can't finish it in less than ten or eight days!" Xiaoqin bent down and rubbed her calves and said.

The Palace Master Ling Jing gave Han Xiaoqin a blank look: "It's useless. I'm tired after walking for a while!"

"It's been several hours!" Xiaoqin said pouting.

Han Yun hurriedly smiled and said, "Ling Jing, let's go shopping again if you have the chance in the future. I'm really tired!"

When the Lord Ling Jing heard the word "we", he felt sweet in his heart and said in a good manner: "Then go back!"

Xiaoqin and Xiaojian were like a general amnesty. Now the palace master obeyed Mr. Yun. It seems that it is useful to please Mr. Yun in the future than to please the palace master directly. Xiaojian said even more: "Thank you, Mr. Yun!"

Han Yun couldn't help but slap awkwardly. Zidi turned his face away sourly. The Palace Master Ling Jing glanced at the little sword with a little shame.

Everyone was walking back when they suddenly saw an ordinary-dressed cultivator sitting on the ground, with a black stick-like thing in front of them, with circles of simple runes carved on it. Han Yun had studied the floating array and propulsion array of spacecraft before, and recognized that these runes were a little similar at a glance, so he walked over curiously.

Seeing this, the Lord Ling Jing followed and asked, "Yun Han, what's wrong?"

The cultivator saw that Han Yun and others were very arrogant, especially the daughters of Ling Jing Palace Master were so dazzling. The cultivator looked at it and lowered his head and dared not look at it. His expression was a little nervous.

Han Yun looked up and down at the cultivator and found that this guy looked pretty and popular, and he was the kind of person who was thrown into the crowd and was drowned without a trace. Moreover, his cultivation was only in the early stage of Mahayana, and he should be the lowest level of the cultivator in the fairy world. He was wearing the most ordinary "street stall goods", and he was obviously very unsatisfied.

Han Yun squatted down, picked up the black stick-like object in front of the cultivator and looked at it. He found that it was hollow. He didn't know what material it was made of, and it felt very rough. When the cultivator saw Han Yun looking seriously, a hint of hope flashed in his eyes, and finally he mustered up the courage to look at Han Yun in front of him.

"Fellow Daoist, what is your black guy?" Han Yun said with a smile.

The cultivator was a little flattered and was so excited that he couldn't speak for a moment. Finally, someone was interested in what he had developed, and he was also an immortal chief in the real fairyland. Seeing that the man's lips were trembling and unable to speak, Xiao Jian shouted unhappily: "You are not a mute, are you? Didn't you hear the young master ask you!"

The cultivator let Xiaojian sniff, and was so excited that he couldn't speak even more. He didn't know how to express it for a while. The Palace Master Ling Jing frowned and said, "Yun Han, let's go, what's so good about this thing!"

When the cultivator heard this, he couldn't help but become anxious, but the more anxious he was, the less he could not speak. A flash of inspiration in his mind took back the black tube from Han Yun's hand, took out a fire spirit stone from his pocket and put it into the black tube and shook it. The magic array carved on the tube suddenly lit up.

Pang~

A fireball ejected from the mouth of the tube into the sky about 30 meters. However, the guy threw away the black tube and shook his right hand hard. It turned out that he was burned by the heated tube wall.

"Haha...I'm so laughing!"

"Haha, Zhang Shazi is still lying to others!"

A burst of laughter sounded around. It turned out that the six beauties including the Lord Ling Jing and the others were heading to this stop, attracting many people to watch. Some people obviously recognized the cultivator and laughed at him with gloating.

The Palace Master Ling Jing was also amused by the cultivator's embarrassment and laughed out loud. Han Yun couldn't help but smile.

Zhang Shazi's face turned red, but he spoke intermittently: "Fuck, I...I didn't lie... it's ringing!"

"Haha, it's a noise - that's a big deal! I've also burned my hands!"

"That's right, a fairy stone is only launched once, and its power is not as powerful as a fireball technique. Is there a ball used?"

Zhang Shazi was anxious and argued loudly: "I was wrong just now. My Vulcan can shoot fifty meters, and I'll shoot it again for you to see!" After saying that, he touched his pocket, his face instantly looked like tomato sauce, and the only piece of fairy stone left on his body was used just now.

The onlookers burst into laughter, and some even joked: "Zhang Shaman is so embarrassed!"

"It's weird if you don't have to be shit. I just finished ejaculation once, so I shot it for a second time so quickly. I really thought I was a seven-time night!"

Although the Lord Ling Jing did not understand what it meant, he heard those people's tone of obsceneness and obsceneness. Some of the guys were whistling frivolously, glanced at his women with ambiguous eyes, and his pretty faces couldn't help but tense up, and it seemed that he was about to get angry.

Han Yun looked at the embarrassed Zhang Shaman with some pity. Such a talent was so compatible. God really didn't see him. It turns out that "there are horses that are always there, but Bole is not always there." Today, I, Han Yun, will be a Bole.

"What's your name?" Han Yun asked with a smile.

Zhang Shazi said a little depressedly: "My name is Zhang Heng!"

"Zhang Heng, a good name!" Han Yun patted Zhang Shazi on the shoulder and smiled and said, "Take your Vulcan cannon with me. I promise that in the future history of the Immortal World, you, Zhang Heng, will have a strong stroke!" He said that and turned around and left.

Zhang Shazi couldn't react a little until Han Yun and others walked out of the crowd and came back to their senses. He bent down and picked up the "Vulcan cannon" on the ground and shouted and chased after him: "Immortal, wait for me!"

The onlookers were completely stunned when they watched Zhang Shazi catch up with Han Yun and others who were floating away!

"Who is this person? He speaks so arrogantly!"

"That woman seems to be the palace lord!"

"Ah, I remembered that the Palace Master returned to the city that day, and I saw it from afar, it seemed that it was that woman!"

"That man and the beauty of the Flower Spirit Clan were also on the Emperor's and Empress's blessing ship at that time!"

"I'm so kind, Zhang Shazi is really lucky!"

"It's not necessarily true, his shitty vacant cannon is useless!"

“…”

Zhang Heng caught up with Han Yun, which was so incoherent that someone finally appreciated his invention. The sky is so eye-catching.

"Xiansheng...you...what you said just now is true?" Zhang Heng finally put on a word.

Han Yun smiled and said, "Whether it can be achieved, it depends on you!"

Zhang Heng was instantly depressed!

This guy was originally a second generation of immortals who combined two earthly immortals. He has liked to study magic arrays and refining weapons since he was a child, and he is not very concerned about cultivation. You should know that refining weapons is a matter of burning fairy spirit stones. His parents are just ordinary earthly immortal cultivators, and the spirit stones they earn are not enough for this prodigal squandering. After repeated teachings, Zhang Shazi and his wife had to expel the prodigal squandering from their house, regardless of whether they were concerned.

Zhang Shazi was so arrogant that she was still addicted to studying magic arrays and refining weapons. She used the spirit stones she earned to buy some magic arrays and jade slips for refining weapons, and she lived no differently from beggars. Zhang Shazi and his wife couldn't stand it. After all, they were just relatives. They helped their son some fairy stones from time to time. This prodigal boy was still squandering on refining weapons. They were so angry that they swear that they would never care about this prodigal boy again. Zhang Shazi was very stubborn and would not go home to ask for his parents even if he lived in poverty. Later, he had an idea and created such a "Vulcan Cannon", hoping that someone would recognize the goods and get some fairy stones to solve the urgent problem.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Shazi has been placed on the streets of Shuidicheng in recent years and has not been interested in anyone. Occasionally, people come to ask for it out of curiosity. In addition, Zhang Shazi's eloquence is too frustrated and he has not fooled anyone to sponsor half of the fairy stone. The most important thing is that his "Vulcan Cannon" is indeed too frustrated, and it is not as powerful as a fireball technique. Many people sneer and shake their heads and leave after seeing it.

Zhang Shazi was almost desperate and was about to give up. Han Yun, the great immortal, actually fell from the sky and said something that made Zhang Shazi's blood boil. Zhang Shazi originally thought that a famous horse would finally meet a wise master, but Han Yun poured him a bucket of cold water on the spot with a sentence "Rely on yourself".

Han Yun naturally saw his thoughts, took the "Vulcan cannon" in his hand, and broke it into two sections as soon as his immortal power spitted it, and said lightly: "What I need is the real Vulcan cannon, this is just a fire stick!"

Zhang Shazi was not stupid this time, with a terrifying light lit up in his eyes and said excitedly: "I understand, I understand!"

Han Yun laughed, threw a spirit stone bag over, and said indifferently: "Go and change your outfit, get rid of the decisive detention and go to the imperial palace to find me. My name is Yun Han!"

When Zhang Shazi opened the spirit stone bag, his eyes almost fell out, and his lips were so excited that he kept shaking, unable to even speak.

"Ten thousand fairy stones are so excited!" Han Yun felt secretly amused in his heart, and turned around and strode.

The Palace Master Ling Jing gave Han Yun a little annoyed glance. He was so angry that his dignified palace master turned into his likeness. However, the Palace Master Ling Jing was quite happy with Han Yun's free and easy appearance, very handsome!

Zhang Shazi didn't come to his senses until Han Yun and others walked away. He knelt on the ground and knocked three times, thinking: "My benefactor, don't worry, I, Zhang Heng, will definitely refine the real Vulcan cannon!" After that, he got up and left, his heart was filled with passion and energy.

It is said that "a scholar dies for his confidant, and a woman is tolerate him for those who please him!" Zhang Heng felt this way at this moment.

When he was most destitute and almost desperate, Han Yun appeared. He ignored the sarcasm of the crowd and asked him to follow him without saying a word. He also said that he would keep his name in history. In the end, he gave himself ten thousand fairy stones with great confidence, without any concern that he would flee with a "giant sum".

Trust, identity, and dignity are sometimes more important to men than life, especially men who have been despised and ridiculed for a long time and struggle to survive at the bottom of society.

Although Zhang Heng had known Han Yun for less than two cups of tea and had not said enough, Han Yun gave him dignity, recognition and trust in this short period of time. Zhang Heng's mood can only be described as "a scholar dies for his confidant."
Chapter completed!