The elderly old man pulled out a new scroll from his sleeve, holding the scroll made of silk tightly with his left hand, and his right hand drooped naturally. He raised his eyelids and looked at the people who were looking to penetrate and stretched their necks.

"What do you want to see? If you want to know the news, give the money first." The old man said angrily. As soon as he finished speaking, the servant standing beside him immediately took a basin and knocked it around. A trace of anger appeared on the faces of the people standing below, but they immediately stopped it. They didn't want the old man to raise the price.

They took out their own purse, took out a few copper coins and wanted to throw them in. The servant stared at the man who took out the copper coins with his eyes wide open.

"This fee is discounted, and the news will also be discounted. It is your responsibility to lose all your money at that time."

Seeing everyone's eyes approaching, the man's face turned red and he muttered, "The dog's eyes are sharp!" He cursed angrily, took back the copper coins, took out a small piece of silver, threw it inside, and made a ding-dong sound.

Although the servant was scolded, he didn't care. Anyway, as long as these people paid according to the rules, they would curse a few words. If they could support their family if they were scolded a few words, why not do it?

He carried the basin for a while and collected half of the basin of silver. His arms, which had already exposed blue veins, his waist sank a little, and his steps were heavier. But he was very happy because he knew that his silver reward was here.

The old man standing on the stage saw this scene and his mouth widened and his beard fluttered happily.

The servant nodded to the old man, indicating that the silver had been collected. The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the silver in the basin from a distance. A small wave of happiness appeared in his heart, and his heartbeat was a little faster.

Everyone in the audience was already impatient and began to complain.

He coughed dryly, and a magnifying glass slipped out of his cuffs. Everyone was shocked. The news that he had spent a lot of money was finally announced.

The old man picked up the scroll and read it word by word.

"Qing Jiu, a villager at the foot of the mountain in Yunmeng forbidden area, was trapped in Yunmeng forbidden area a hundred years ago. He was rescued by a mysterious person more than ten years ago, and later guarded at the foot of Yunmeng forbidden area."

Thirty or forty people gathered in the room immediately burst into trouble when they heard this.

"No, it's a hundred years ago, so the strength is not easy to estimate!" Someone immediately expressed his doubts.

"The Tongbao Pavilion has been an old brand for many years. How has their news been fake?"

"But, it is rumored that at least one can live to a hundred years old and his appearance will not change. Haven't you heard that Qing Jiu has a handsome young face."

Although this information caused a wave of small commotion, there was no doubt that Tongbao Pavilion was the largest intelligence agency and trading post in Tongzhou.

This was the first person's information, which caused a stir. The old man looked at everyone's reaction with satisfaction.

"Then the rumors about Qing Jiu are only at the peak of Tongjiu Realm. Although they are high enough for us, they cannot make him live forever. What is the reason?"

A voice overwhelmed everyone's discussion, and the whole room was shocked.

The old man smiled even stronger.

"This is not the scope of answers. If you want to know more..." As he said that, he subconsciously glanced at the basin filled with half a silver.

Everyone knew the virtues of Tongbao Pavilion and immediately scoffed.

"I won't listen anymore, I won't listen anymore, and I'll continue to talk about it. I haven't finished listening to the previous news yet!"

The old man smiled slightly and then recited: "I was unexpectedly recognized by a small copper bowl. The name is unknown and the effect is unknown. It is said that it is a holy object of the Holy Mountain of Demonic Dao." The two were unknown, which made them feel deceived by the Tongbao Pavilion, but the power of the Tongbao Pavilion was not something that they could shake.

At this point, they could only complain.

Regarding the little commotion below, the old man pretended not to hear it and continued: "The next is our cabinet's investigation of Xu Chang'an."

"Xu Chang'an, a native of Weicheng, was a gangster in Weicheng when he was young and liked to listen to books. Because he trespassed in Yunmeng forbidden land, he was rescued by Shushan's senior brother Ye Qianshu, so he brought him back to Shushan. Later, because of his low talent, he was driven out of Shushan."

Speaking of this, the old man lowered his head and looked at their reaction below.

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Obviously, everyone was disappointed.

They thought it would be a duel between the new generation of disciples of good and evil, but they did not expect that it would be a genius who beat a rogue.

The old man saw the opportunity, coughed twice, and calmed down the scene.

“The next thing is combat experience.”

"Your Jiu, accumulated a lot and developed a lot, and the Holy Lord personally passed on his disciples. In four months, Tongjiu peaked, he once wiped out the rebellious demon sect and Spider Mother Sect for the Holy Mountain. In this battle, the early stage of Tongjiu cultivation eliminated the middle stage of the Spider Mother Sect."

"Under Zeng Ming, a disciple of the late Tongji Realm in Tianyuan Lake, with his early stage of Tongji Realm,"

"Use the middle stage of Tongji Realm to eliminate the peak master of Tongji Realm of the righteous path, Tianzheng View."

...

As the old man read one by one, the people around him became more and more shocked.

This Qing Jiu is worthy of being the new generation of saints in the Holy Mountain, and his achievements are almost always beyond a small realm and win.

They are also practitioners and know the gap between them. The gap between the early and mid-stage is not as simple as the previous level.

In the middle stage of Tongqiao Realm, the early stage of Tongqiao Realm is like a young man who beats a child with a slutty boy, and there is no room for fighting back.

And Qing Jiu not only fought back, but also wiped out his achievements.

"One month ago, I took over the thirty moves of the magic genius disciple Shui Hensheng."

When this sentence was said, the crowd exploded like boiled water.

"This Shui Hensheng is said to be at the peak of Huixi Realm, a person who can escape from the young master."

"Tsk tsk, although the Holy Lord was captured by Shushan, I see that in the future, there will be at least two Holy Lord-level figures in this demonic path."

Listening to the praises around him, the old man continued to recite.

"Xu Chang'an, it is rumored that in the early stage of Tongji Realm. Recently, Shushan's outer disciples were recruited and rode on the female disciple in a rogue way, and won. Later, they were challenged by male disciples and had iron plates on their limbs. The male disciple's wooden sword could not cause substantial damage to it, so they won."

"Neither of those two disciples entered the Tongji Realm."

After saying this, the people below felt even more incredible. Xu Changan had almost no record of fighting, and he used some despicable and shameless means to win.

At this time, a voice suddenly asked below: "Does the odds we bought be based on the real-time odds?"

The old man nodded.

"What's the odds now?" Before the old man could answer, someone said below: "Now Qingjiu Shengzi is losing two, why is it not as good as Xu Changan?" Before he finished speaking, someone immediately shouted: "Is Tongbao Pavilion open? I won with the Tongjiu Rejuvenation Pill in the Tongjiu Realm?" As soon as this was said, everyone realized that this was a good opportunity to make money.

The kind that can make money without losing money.

...

The old man turned around and went to the back hall, immediately took off his clothes, changed into his torn robe, stretched out his nails and clenched his face, and slowly tore off a piece of skin from his face.

"Hehe, when you push the odds up, I will beat Xu Changan to win." He stretched out his finger and calculated.

"If I win the bet, I'll get rich!"

Mr. Tongbaoge, wearing a white base shirt, woke up slowly from the toilet. He was just going to the toilet. I don’t know who was so immoral and knocked him out in a flash.

He patted his head, and heard a noise outside, and immediately ran out.

After he learned about the situation, his face turned pale, his lips trembled constantly, and wetness came from his crotch.

He thought about it, took Xu Changan's information, made up his mind, tore the scroll, and then hurriedly ran home, and hurriedly left the city with his family.

When he arrived at Jing'an Mansion next door, he became more and more unwilling to think about it, and he remembered the situation recorded on the scroll.

"Xu Chang'an, Feng Ling's sword body, holding the Shushan Divine Sword Burn, suspected to be a disciple of Li Yishan, a new Supreme Elder in Shushan." He bit his lip and looked at the increasing odds, he walked into the casino!

...

In restaurants facing the street, people can stand on the street to see the situation on the second floor, and guests on the second floor can also see the customs and customs on the street through the fence.

A young man stood beside Qing Jiu, who looked the same size as Xu Changan last year.

Qing Jiu sat on the chair and said to the person beside him: "Are you sure Xu Changan will listen to you?"

The man bowed slightly.

"Don't worry, Xu Chang'an and I both came from Weicheng. He and his uncle were the best. As long as we threaten him with this message, he will definitely

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Will surrender.”

Qing Jiu nodded with satisfaction.

"If Xu Chang'an can kneel down to me in the street, you will follow me in the future, and the benefits will be inevitable." The man was overjoyed when he heard this.

Xu Changan was invited with a long sword on his back.

He glanced at the people around Qing Jiu in surprise.

Qing Jiu looked at him, squinted his eyes and smiled, "Xu Chang'an, the duel is coming. I don't want to make trouble, but I learned something about you. Oh, no, your uncle. What are you going to exchange for it?"

When Xu Changan heard the word "uncle", he immediately became nervous. The person he wanted to meet the most now was the old-fashioned and stubborn Uncle Shi who taught.

But after all, he has experienced a lot and his mind has matured a lot.

"How do I know whether what you said is true or false?"

Qing Jiu didn't say anything, and the person next to him spoke.

"Your uncle pretended to be dead on the night of his marriage, and was chased by a group of men in black, and then forced to jump off the cliff. That day I happened to pass by and rescue him. Then I happened to meet Young Master Qing Jiu, so..."

Xu Changan's face was solemn.

This person is named Zhao Hua, a gangster from Weicheng. He either peeps at widows for bathing or bullies children. He has been beaten by Xu Changan many times.

In fact, Zhao Hua didn't know the specific situation of Mr. Shi, and he didn't save Uncle Shi. He ran out because he committed some things in Weicheng and was chased.

When he ran out, Uncle Shi had already returned to the alley to teach.
To be continued...