Daozun and I turned the enemy into gay[Jian San]

It turned out that Xuetian let him take charge of the second domain at the beginning, not out of fear of the Seven Kills.

The Greedy Wolf Envoy should hold a Dendrobium bead.

No problem.

Shu Yao didn't have time to shock the truth that was more than 100 years late, and was attracted by the word "Pojun": "Pojun? How could he make trouble in a bead?"

Shu Yao knows exactly what kind of broken morality Po Jun is.

Shu Yao is also very clear about Po Jun's sense of proportion.

He really wanted to know, what was the cause and effect that caused Po Jun to dare to rob someone in his bead.

Shu Yao got up, nodded to Hong Luan who was waiting for his order, "Go and have a look."

Hongluan's tense heartstrings relaxed a little, and a smile came back from between her brows.

She didn't know what price Shu Yao had to pay for killing Xue Tian, ​​and she didn't know how much cultivation he had left, whether he could withstand Po Jun.

But Hongluan knew that with the sword in his hand, the envoy of Tanlang had made Chang'an City truly safe and sound for a hundred years.

I trust him very much.

Little did she know that the incomparably reliable envoy in her heart was sneaking around and trying to cover up the sound transmission to Wei Heng: "Hey, Dao Zun. Although Yihuzhu's business is a bit...not serious, but we have always done business seriously. Buying too much and selling too much is such a shitty thing.”

He was heartbroken and sighed long and hard: "If Po Jun really robbed someone in my bead, it would be breaking the law and discipline, and it's so hateful!"

Wei Heng understood what he meant.

He didn't ask much, and didn't say much, he just said indifferently: "According to you."

It means agreeing to support Shu Yao.

What Shu Yao wanted was this guarantee.

After the guarantee was obtained, he had mixed feelings and couldn't tell what he felt in his heart.

If Wei Heng had appeared a hundred years earlier, he and Wei Heng might have had a good story.

It's a pity that Wei Heng appeared at this time.

It can only be said that there are too many debts to worry about.

Alas, sad people.

"My family's envoy once said that within a thousand miles of Chang'an City, there are people who can be killed with cold voices and silent shadows. Right now, the envoy has not returned, but no one knows what will happen in the future. Will the envoy who breaks the army be sure to offend the envoy?" Is it taboo?"

Tian Yao was dizzy and angry, his delicate face was flushed, and he stood in front of Po Jun and confronted him.

The beauty is full of anger, like a begonia dyed in the sun, which has a unique style.

Po Jun is not annoyed either.

He is not like the three-headed and six-armed demon cultivator that ordinary people think, but he is born with a sentimental appearance.

Jade face and vermilion lips, black eyebrows and sharp nose, the bottom of the eyes is full of affection.

Wearing a deep red brocade robe, adorned with jade pendants, and a sandalwood folding fan in his hand, he seemed to be Yidhu Zhu's favorite type of guest.

He shook his folding fan lightly, and the breeze from the bottom of the fan was as intoxicating as his smile: "Tanlang and I have a lifelong friendship, at worst, when he comes back, I will apologize to him and go to his cold voice and shadow sword."

In other words, people must be robbed.

Tian Yao's hand holding the embroidered handkerchief loosened and tightened, almost biting his teeth like weaving shells.

The young man who was guarded by her was extremely calm and leisurely. He should eat and drink, as if he didn't know the weight of the word Pojun, and he couldn't see the aura of the bow and bow.

There is no sense of guilt or guilt for instigating this dispute.

A voice, Lingling, was inserted horizontally, like a flying spring hitting a stone, or a broken jade hitting a pearl: "Who do you say you want to plead guilty to?"

The red clothes suddenly rolled into the bead curtain like fire, and the man changed into a brand new face, but it was as gorgeous as before but not bewitching, with a pride that this world could not contain him, and strange contradictions mixed together. Shi Mimi suppressed the silence.

Po Jun Wu Trace loosened the last bit of depression on his brows, smiled and said: "Apologize to the greedy wolf envoy, and go for a walk under his cold voice and silent shadow."

Hongluan Tian Yao knew that Shu Yao was present, and the rest was up to the two of them, they suppressed their anger, and moved their skirts slightly to the side.

Shu Yao wanted to draw his sword very much, so that Po Jun could taste whether the sword's edge was fast enough.

But he can only refine Qi.

After weighing the pros and cons, Shu Yao grabbed the folding fan from Po Jun's hand, clacked it on the table, and said coldly: "One hundred thousand spirit stones to apologize to this gentleman, and one hundred thousand to give me a Dendrobium bead. "

Po Jun's face remained unchanged, and he said, "[-] each."

Shu Yao sneered: "15 each."

Judging by his appearance, if Po Jun didn't agree to come down, he probably really wanted to cut the fan in two.

Broken military uniform: "One hundred thousand is one hundred thousand."

"I broke my promise." Shu Yao leaned back leisurely, his neck curved gracefully, the thick and deep sandalwood handle of the folding fan spread out at his plain fingertips, and spit out a number: "20 each."

Wei Heng listened to their fight in silence the whole time, without making a sound.

He thought quite understandingly that a Huzhu Nuo is a big industry, and it really takes countless costs to maintain it.When I built the Taoist platform, I was also troubled by these gold and silver vulgar objects.

It never considered that one Dendrobium Pearl would be charged for one Dendrobium Pearl.

I don't think he was too tolerant of Shu Yao.

Shu Yao knew Po Jun's virtues well, and Po Jun also knew his dark heart deeply. Hearing the words, he cried out and gave up: "If it wasn't for finding you, a noble person, why would I bother to steal people in Yihuzhu to make a name for myself?"

Even if he is not as good as a commander-in-chief than Qisha, he is not as famous as Shu Yao. Doesn't he want to lose face?

"One matter counts for another." Shu Yao tapped the tip of his fan on the table and made a few "duk-duk" sounds, "Take out the spirit stone first, and then talk."

With a wry smile, Po Jun took out two storage bags and threw them into the hands of Hongluan and the young man respectively, apologetically saying: "Miss Tianyao, I had to resort to some tricks, please forgive me."

Tian Yao turned sideways and saluted gracefully, and said softly, "Don't dare to do that."

Who can achieve the position of domain master of 32 domains without a bit of temper?

Among them, the three envoys who killed the wolf were the most outstanding.

Tianyao knew very well that he was only in touch with Shu Yao next to him, so he had to apologize to Po Jun, so how could he dare to take it for granted?

Didn't you see that the young Po Jun who was originally sitting at this table didn't even bother to cast a glance?

The boy took the storage bag, and immediately said: "Excuse me, please leave."

Even though he spoke few words and looked indifferent, he still couldn't conceal the beauty and picturesqueness of his half-face, which was meticulously drawn with fine brushwork.

Shu Yao suddenly understood why Po Jun chose this person to act.

Even the looks of the performers have to suit his taste, it's really unbelievable.

When the young man left, Hongluan Tianyao left the space for the three of them, Pojun waved his sleeves and set up a series of formations to block the consciousness.

At the same time, he did not forget to hint Wei Heng's redundancy with his eyes.

Wei Heng turned a blind eye and remained motionless like a mountain.

Shu Yao said: "This is a friend I trust. Don't worry about it. You are here. I have something to ask you."

The cynical and contemptuous look on Po Jun's face disappeared little by little.

It must be a very important thing for Shu Yao to venture into Chang'an City of the Demon Realm at this time, without hesitating to expose himself to the sight of Seven Kills.

But he still frowned and said with a smile: "You say, you know everything, and you can say everything."

Shu Yao rolled his eyelids.

This action was done by him, with the solemn beauty of drawing a sword out of its sheath: "How much do you know about the devil seed?"

Po Jun didn't answer but asked instead: "Is it very important?"

Shu Yao said: "Do you think it's important to kill the blood feud?"

Po Jun didn't speak.

Shu Yao quietly waited for him to speak.

He has lived for 300 years, and he has only two miserable friends, one is Wan Chuanhe and the other is Po Jun.

Fortunately, the two are true friends.

When he was in Beidouzong, Wan Chuanhe once persuaded him to return to the Demon Realm, saying that with him and Po Jun around, nothing would happen.

Wan Chuanhe spoke the truth.

If he really went to Po Jun's place, Po Jun would not hesitate to confront Qi Kill, and would try his best to protect him.

Po Jun sighed.

One moment he was a flirtatious and frivolous dude, but the next moment he became calm and calm: "You and Qisha are both my friends."

"I know."

"But since you have a blood feud, I must tell you."

Shu Yao's fingertips just got stuck on the hollow of the folding fan.

He said, "Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me." The corner of Po Jun's lips curled up, his smile seemed to smash the shell of the vicissitudes of life just now, and he said slowly, "The 40 spirit stones just now are a plea for guilt. The current news of the demon seed is just a cold voice." A back and forth in the shadows."

He folded his wide sleeves with great interest: "Tsk, the cold voice of the greedy wolf, the silent shadow of the greedy wolf, the seven kills of the seven kills fighting swords, the three envoys who killed the wolf, who is afraid of whom? Who is lower than whom?"

"I'm afraid I'm sorry for my friend, not because I'm afraid that he will kill seven times."

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Po Jun glanced at Wei Heng: "You can trust him, let me tell you straight. There is indeed a connection between the Demon Seed and the Seven Kills. No one knows how the Demon Seed was first created compared to 200 years ago. He is very clear about this matter." , I dare not put a large amount of it in the magic way to test the effect. The mortal world, especially the Jin country, has suffered."

"If you want to find out the situation of the demon species, it's a good place to go there."

Shu Yao said again: "Thank you."

He's not one to say thank you.

But in this case, he can only thank you.

"No, if I knew this earlier, I would exchange this with you, and I have pitied my 40 spirit stones for nothing."

Just as Po Jun lamented the last word "stone", his face paused, showing a trace of subtle surprise for the first time.

With the consciousness of the three of them, it is not difficult to detect all the movement and movement of Yihuzhu except for the room where the soundproof formation is set up.

The boy in the downstairs lobby could be heard laughing and calling: "Brother, how many spirit stones did you bring down this time?"

"Hey, who makes Jianxiu poor. We are hanging upside down on Jianshan, especially if it weren't for the big brother Longzhang Fengzi, every time I come here, there will be people coveting every Dendrobium bead. The shopkeeper here offers spirit stones as an apology. I really don't know how to live on."

The boy Qiqi wiped away a handful of bitter tears.

The young man said lazily, not as reserved as upstairs: "This time I was lucky, I met a fat sheep."

In a few words, the identity of the boy is ready to be revealed.

Among the four families and six sects, Daoxuan Jianshan, the sword sect, is the most proud. The younger generation was the first disciple of Daoxuan Jianshan to break through the transformation of the gods, leading to long smoke.

The cold sound and silent shadow pierced the window screen, and half of the boy's sideways face was reflected in the carvings.

Her beauty is still the same, but her brows are rebellious.

Shu Yao was dumbfounded.

He turned his head and asked Wei Heng: "So all of you decent families are so good at playing?"

Disrespect and disrespect.

In contrast, even though their Tianxing lineage had the scene of breaking the army to support them, they were also willing to bow down.

Wei Heng: "..."

Pojun, the mainstay of the Heavenly Punishment branch, looked dull.

It may be the first time someone has touched porcelain on the head in such a strange way.

He is still a decent junior who is less than a hundred years old.

It seems that people want to laugh at him for three days and three nights, and every time they meet and drink, they come out to make jokes and have fun.