Ye Yunluoli signed to the 10-year Dragon Sect

God level tobacco rod.

It was his big smoking gun, a magic weapon he had dreamed of all his life.

But the sacred land is vast and boundless, but there is no master craftsman who can refine a god-level tobacco rod.

The emperor-level tobacco rod in his hand now was built at an unknown price.

The cost in the middle is unimaginable.

But now on Tongtian Ancient Road, he suddenly obtained a god-level golden tobacco rod.

Years of dreams suddenly come true, how can this not make him ecstatic?

"It's really a good thing. I don't know how happy I will be when I smoke with this golden rod."

The short old man carefully looked at every texture on the golden tobacco rod, his eyes were filled with fanaticism, and his lips trembled as he let out a voice of admiration.

Seeing the excited look on the little old man's face, Ye Yun smiled and said, "Is that enough?"

"enough……"

Just as the little old man was about to say enough, he was suddenly interrupted by an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

"Not enough! Your Excellency is a powerful person on the seventh floor of the Divine Sovereign Realm. This god-level golden tobacco rod is still almost..."

The little old man said with a smile.

He changed his tune suddenly.

There is a big fat sheep in front of him. After passing this village, there will be no such shop. He must slaughter it well.

If you are not satisfied, you will kill the other party at that time.

In this case, all magic weapons belong to oneself.

Ye Yun shook his hand slightly, and a bronze tobacco rod appeared again.

As soon as the smoke rod appeared, the vibrations in the void became more obvious.

"This is……"

The little old man's heart suddenly hung in his throat, and his whole body became tense.

He looked at the bronze tobacco rod, and said with difficulty: "Could it be another god level?"

"This one is god-level high-grade, and yours is low-grade. What's the difference between two small realms of quality?"

Ye Yun laughed, and threw the bronze tobacco rod in his hand.

With great surprise on his face, the little old man reached out and grabbed the bronze tobacco rod in his hand in a frantic manner. After feeling it for a while, a shocked expression appeared on his face again.

It was another god-level tobacco rod, and this one was actually a god-level high-grade one, even higher than that golden tobacco rod.

How is this possible?

Who is the young man in white?

How come there are so many tobacco rods?

In the entire Divine Land, he had never heard of the appearance of a god-level tobacco rod.

Ye Yun looked at the strange expression of the little old man, smiled and said: "Give me back the god-level low-grade tobacco rod in your hand, and this god-level high-grade tobacco rod is for you."

Hearing this, the little old man felt his heart bleed, and said with great pain: "No, give me these two cigarette sticks. Do you have any other magic weapons? If you don't have them, you won't be able to get through."

"Why don't you count what you say?"

Ye Yun smiled slowly, with a mocking smile in his eyes.

"I didn't say a few magic weapons before I let you go."

The little old man sneered.

He pointed at the ground with a bronze tobacco rod, and then said threateningly: "Hurry up and take out a few more god-level magic weapons, or I won't let you pass."

"Ok."

Ye Yun nodded, and a faint and strange smile appeared on his face.

When he stretched out his hand this time, the light in his hand flickered, and ten cigarette sticks appeared immediately.

Each kind of tobacco rod has a different color, but without exception, it exudes a horrible atmosphere.

Looking at these tobacco rods, Ye Yun also sighed.

Recalling the experience of obtaining these cigarette sticks in the sign-in space in the past, I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Once upon a time.

When he signed in, he suddenly got a cigarette holder, but that cigarette holder was only a royal grade.

Ye Yun himself did not smoke, and he did not smoke before the past life time travel, so he had no interest in this cigarette.

This kind of tobacco rod has an exquisite and beautiful shape, and the surface is covered with various textures, which makes Ye Yun feel that it is not bad for collection.

So he put away the cigarette rod.

But I didn't expect that the whole day's sign-in process would become extremely magical and interesting.

He signed a whole day of tobacco rods.

These tobacco rods range from the initial emperor level to the emperor level, and then to the god level, super god level...

In the end, there are more and more smoke rods.

Ye Yun was dumbfounded at the time from signing in one by one at the beginning to signing in ten, one hundred, and one thousand at the end.

This system is too stupid!

This is how many smokers in the heavens and universes have been stolen?

Ye Yun knew how a smoker would feel if he lost his cigarette stick.

It is estimated that after those big guys lost their cigarette sticks, they became irritable, furious, and once their addiction to smoking broke out, they wanted to die.

That day was designated by Ye Yun as "Tobacco Pole Day".

In memory of this magical and fun sign-in day.

Now, in his warehouse, there are many kinds of tobacco rods.

So when Ye Yun saw this little old man with an emperor-level cigarette stick in his mouth, his mind changed.

I know how to deal with this old man.

Want a smoker?

Then give it to you with all your strength, just in case your appetite is not big enough to eat.

Looking at Ye Yun's hand, ten more cigarette sticks of different colors suddenly appeared, and all of them were of god-level quality.

The two eyes of the short old man protruded high, his face was glowing red, his expression was excited, and his lips were trembling constantly.

His throat was also choked, and he couldn't speak.

He didn't expect that the young man in white in front of him had collected so many god-level tobacco rods.

This is too scary!

After a few seconds, the little old man came to his senses, and said tremblingly, "How could you have so many?"

"Don't ask me, do you want to?"

Ye Yun shook the ten cigarette sticks in his hand and asked with a smile.

"Want... want... bring it all to me."

The little old man suddenly stood up from the stool frantically, and roared loudly.

With a light wave of his hand, Ye Yun threw all the ten cigarette sticks over.

The old man stretched out his hand fiercely, and hugged the ten tobacco rods in his arms, plus the original two tobacco rods, all hugged together.

He couldn't stop looking at it, muttering to himself, his emotions were out of control at the moment.

After smoking for a lifetime, he suddenly got eleven god-level tobacco rods. It is hard to imagine his mood at this moment.

At this moment, the little old man didn't even know his last name.

He has been caught in a huge carnival.

Seeing the ugly appearance of the little old man, a funny look flashed in Ye Yun's eyes.

Fortunately, Jiang Hengyue was locked in that room, otherwise, that little guy would probably laugh his ass off when he saw a strong man in the Divine Sovereign Realm lose his composure.

"If it's not enough, I still have..."

Ye Yun looked at the little old man and suddenly shouted.

"and also?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and quickly shouted: "Quick...give it all to me."

Ye Yun lightly touched his wrist, and another hundred god-level tobacco rods appeared.

Ye Yun couldn't even hold these god-level cigarette sticks with one hand.

Using his magic power, he formed a big hand, gently grasped the god-level tobacco rod, and shook it a few times in mid-air.

"One hundred god level?"

Looking at the one hundred tobacco rods of different colors emitting bright light, the little old man could no longer control his inner excitement.

His body swayed, his eyes blurred, and he walked towards Ye Yun leisurely.

"Give it to me, give it to me..."

The little old man looked crazy and muttered to himself.