Ye Yunluoli signed to the 10-year Dragon Sect

"It's all given to you."

Ye Yun laughed, as if watching a comedy, his mood was extremely joyful.

In mid-air, with a wave of his magical hand, all the hundred god-level tobacco rods fell over.

The little old man used his mana, turned into two big hands, and hugged all these god-level tobacco rods.

He held them all in his arms, looked left and right, with a smirk on his face.

Suddenly there were more than 100 god-level tobacco rods, and he didn't know how to describe his mood.

I just feel my brain buzzing and chaotic, and my thinking seems to have stagnated.

A god-level magic weapon is extremely rare in the sacred soil.

And it's incredible that he got so much at once!

The little old man stroked each cigarette rod with his hand, as if looking at a little lover, and muttered to himself: "From now on, I will smoke with a cigarette rod every day, and you must serve me well."

Seeing that the little old man has gone further and further on the road to collapse.

Ye Yun was going to add another fire.

"I still have a god-level tobacco rod here, do you want it?"

Ye Yun asked with a smile.

"Any more?"

The little old man shivered suddenly, he was a little more awake than before.

After sobering himself up, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. Could it be that he had been hit by an illusion just now?

How could someone in this world have so many god-level tobacco pipes and give them to him for nothing?

This is absolutely impossible.

The short old man immediately pinched his thigh with his hand, and there was a sharp pain in his thigh.

Doesn't seem like a hallucination.

But he wasn't sure, so he raised a cigarette stick and slammed it on his head.

boom!

Suddenly, a big bag popped up on his head, and he almost bled.

Only then did the little old man realize in shock that he was not under the illusion, and everything in front of him was real.

His physical body in the Divine Sovereign Realm was extremely tyrannical, and he would only be injured if he hit his head with a god-level magic weapon.

The little old man swallowed hard and looked at Ye Yun.

At this moment, there was a storm in his heart.

It's hard to imagine... Who is this young man in white?

One person collected more than 100 god-level tobacco rods.

In the land of the gods, even a god-level powerhouse is like an ant compared to him.

Not on a level at all.

Terrible, this guy is really terrible!

Thinking of this, the little old man quickly stomped his foot on the ground, and saw the formation of Tongtian Ancient Road flickering, rumbling into motion.

As long as he is willing, this large formation will launch the power of strangulation at any time.

"Why are you bothering? I still have a lot of cigarettes I want to give you?"

Ye Yun saw that the formation suddenly turned into motion, and smiled indifferently.

"Don't lie to me again, how could you still have it? This must be your trick, trying to sneak up on me when I lost my mind, right?"

The little old man said with a sneer.

"Then you really think too badly of me, how could I do such a stupid thing?"

Ye Yun laughed, stretched out his hand, and in an instant a colorful cigarette stick appeared in front of him.

This time, a thousand tobacco rods of various colors appeared.

Every kind of tobacco rod is at least god-level.

And there are some super god-level tobacco rods hidden in these tobacco rods.

Ye Yun believed that with the old man's eyesight, he might not be able to recognize it.

Looking at the god-level tobacco pipes filled with various lights, the short old man once again felt that poverty limited his imagination.

What the hell!

At this moment, he just wants to hate the sky, the ground, and the air.

How could there be such a rich person in this world? !

If you collect more than 1000 god-level magic weapons, it's still understandable.

But where to collect these more than 1000 god-level tobacco rods?

"How? Is one thousand pieces enough?"

Ye Yun asked with a smile.

Although his smile is extremely warm, it reveals a sense of wealth.

"I……"

The little old man stared straight at the god-level tobacco pipes all over the sky, his throat was choked up at this moment, and he could no longer speak.

Everything in front of him subverted his three views.

He needs time to digest.

"If it's not enough, there's more, I'll give you all..."

With a wave of Ye Yun's hand, all kinds of light shot up into the sky.

In an instant, thousands of more tobacco rods came out, and these tobacco rods were all super god level.

For this short old man, it is even more difficult to identify the super god-level tobacco rod.

Because this has surpassed the limitation of this side of the world.

Thousands of super god-level treasures floated in mid-air, exuding an unimaginable aura, covering them like a mountain.

Ye Yun smiled lightly, and pressed down gently with his hand.

These thousands of super god-level tobacco rods, plus the previous thousand pieces of tobacco rods, were immediately gathered like a big net, and fell in the direction of the little old man.

"Wow, there are so many... why are there so many god-level tobacco rods? Am I dreaming? Haha, these are all mine."

The little old man hadn't realized that the crisis was coming.

He actually stretched out his hand and touched these god-level tobacco rods in a daze.

As thousands of super god-level tobacco rods gathered, an unimaginable force gathered together.

The extremely violent power squeezed towards the little old man.

puff!

Accompanied by a dull sound.

The body of the short old man was suddenly crushed by the breath released by thousands of super god-level treasures.

Pressed into a cloud of blood mist.

Until his death, the little old man was still immersed in that kind of ecstasy, and did not realize the coming of death at all.

At this moment, the thousands of super god-level tobacco rods are only about ten feet away from the short old man.

This distance of about ten feet has already caused a great monk in the realm of the gods to be crushed abruptly.

"People's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants. Since you want it, I will give it to you. It's a pity that you don't have such a big appetite..."

Looking at the cloud of blood mist, Ye Yun smiled calmly and waved his hand.

The blood atomized into a cloud of particles and disappeared in an instant.

With a big hand, Ye Yun took all the tobacco rods back into the warehouse.

These god-level tobacco rods were just tasteless to him, but he didn't expect to do a handstand this time.

Ye Yun was still very happy.

There is a storage ring floating in the courtyard.

It is the relic of the little old man.

Ye Yun grabbed it as soon as he stretched out his hand, and threw it into his storage ring without even looking at it.

This storage ring of the Divine Sovereign Realm should have a lot of good things.

It's just that it's useless to Ye Yun.

The best thing about this old guy is the emperor-level bronze pipe dangling from his mouth.

In Ye Yun's eyes, it was all rubbish.

With a wave of his hand, a ball of light floated out of the room.

Jiang Hengyue, who was originally tense and terrified, stood inside the ball of light, and suddenly saw the familiar figure in white on the opposite side, and the corners of her eyes were sore, with mixed feelings in her heart.

"My lord, you saved my life again."

With the disappearance of the photosphere defense mask, Jiang Hengyue knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her cheeks.

The moment Jiang Hengyue was taken away by the powerful old man in the Divine Sovereign Realm, Jiang Hengyue thought she was doomed this time.