Ji Yun's mouth twitched, the man Crazy Lion was actually writing a poem! It is hard to imagine that a burly man with hair was actually writing a poem...
This is due to a robber who just killed. This robber is actually a literary robber with a lot of poetry collections. The mad lion couldn't put it down when he saw it, so... he made a wish to become a famous poet on the mainland.
The mad lion also pulled Ji Yun to buy a Confucian robe and a square scarf, so... a strong scholar was born. He wore a square scarf on his head, a beard on his face, and a tight Confucian robe revealed his muscles, which looked inconsistent. How could this be a scholar? It was simply a disgrace to be a gentleman.
"Hey, brother, I just wrote a new poem. Do you want to listen to it? Ah! In the endless sky..."
Ji Yun covered his ears and rolled his eyes. Now he discovered that it was a mistake to bring the mad lion out. There were not a thousand and hundreds of Confucian scholars who were beaten to death by the mad lion along the way, because their literary talent surpassed the mad lion... Almost every Confucian scholar challenged by the mad lion died of misfortune. How talented the mad lion is, it can be seen from this...
After Ji Yunyan had the idea of killing the Crazy Lion countless times, the two finally arrived in Yuntien City.
Looking at the mountain peak that was rushing into the sky in front of him, Ji Yun almost shouted for my god's blessing, because at the top of the peak was the location of Yuntiecheng.
The two of them rose up in the air and finally saw Yuntiecheng, which was several times larger than the mountain. They couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion. This was really spectacular. The mad lion suddenly became very poetic and recited the 103 poems he had written today in the strange eyes of the people around them.
Ji Yun was too lazy to pay attention to this guy. The crazy lion almost felt excited when he saw a bird. He was used to it and just ignored it. Then he fell into Yunticheng alone.
"Brother! Wait for me!" The mad lion hurriedly chased after him.
As soon as I entered Yunticheng, the unique atmosphere of metal suddenly came to my face, a scene of crowds of people, including the indigenous people here, some selling various ores, some selling various spiritual treasures, and many foreign people. For example, Ji Yun and the other two and a young man wearing gossip robe beside him.
"My friend is here in Yunticheng for the first time?" the young man said.
When Ji Yun saw the young man, his eyes lit up. He had a gossip robe and his unique costume in Tiebi City. It is not difficult to see from his outfit that the young man was an intermediate formation master.
In the continent, formation masters are the rarest, because only low-level formation masters can produce truly valuable formations. Formation masters are divided into five prices, low-level, intermediate, advanced, top-level, and king-level. The same is true for the formation masters. Just like low-level formations can withstand a attack by a spirit, top-level formations can withstand an attack by the emperor, and all the lower-level formations are not in the right position, which also creates the scarcity of formation masters, and every formation master is a well-deserved rich man.
"Yes, is it the master too?" Ji Yun said with a smile. The formation master cannot offend. Among the three types of people that cannot be offended in the continent, the alchemy master, the formation master, and the formation master are ranked second, because you will never know how many talisman arrays a formation master has in the ring.
"Master, I dare not be." The young man laughed at himself: "Why make friends, my name is Wangya!"
"Ji Yun!"
"I am the most unparalleled poet in the world!" Because a poet in history appeared in mainland China, the mad lion shamelessly called himself a great poet, claiming to be even more powerful than a poet in the world.
"Puff..." Wangya almost spurted out blood. This was the first time he heard that there was a great poet on the mainland.
Ji Yun glanced at the Crazy Lion helplessly and said, "Don't care, he is just like that..."
"Haha, it's okay..."
Then the three of them fell silent.
"Do you know where Master Huolu is?" Ji Yun and Wang Ya said in unison, then looked at each other in surprise.
"Are you here to find Master Huolu?"
The two of them said at the same time again, and then they were speechless again.
People around him looked at the two of them with an idiot-looking look. In Yunticheng, he didn't even know the residence of Master Huolu, let alone Master Huolu could see him just by wanting to?
"What should I do now?" The two of them spread their hands helplessly.
"This is simple!" said the Crazy Lion readily, and casually took out a thin guy from the crowd, looking at him fiercely and said, "Take us to find Master Huolu!"
"Okay...good...good..." The guy nodded wildly, and the mad lion then put him down.
"This guy..." Ji Yun shook his head helplessly.
"Haha, Brother Mad Lion is really a wonderful person!" Wangya smiled.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the three of them stood in front of a tall building, looking at the three-character Yuntie Tower in front of the building with black lines.
"Brother Wangya, you are from Tiebi City. Don't you know about this?" Ji Yun asked in confusion.
"Forgot..." Wangya answered very simply, and it just made Ji Yun feel stomachache.
The management methods of Yuntiencheng, Burning Incense City, Tiebi City and the three cities are almost the same. The masters formed a force to take charge of the city, and the Yuntiencheng is naturally Yuntien Tower, and all the founding masters in the city are almost all in it.
The three of them walked into the hall of Yuntielou. The noisy hall was noisy. These were all for the masters to cast spiritual treasures. As long as you can pay enough, the masters can help you cast the spiritual treasures you want.
The body like a crazy lion tower squeezed into the crowd, causing a series of complaints.
"Let's meet Master Fire Deer!" The Crazy Lion slapped at the reception counter and shouted.
"Brother Wangya, what would happen if such a thing happened in your Tiebi City?" Ji Yun touched his chin and said.
"Well... it should have been thrown out."
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Suddenly, a group of burly men rushed out of the crowd around the mad lion. They caught the mad lion and were about to throw it outside, but they were shocked to find that no matter how hard they tried, the mad lion's body was still motionless.
As soon as the mad lion exerted a little force, the big men flew out.
The audience was in an uproar. Someone dared to cause trouble in Yuntielou? You know, the man just now was just an ordinary guard, and a truly powerful person was not a casual move.
"Uh..." Wangya looked at the crazy lion in surprise. As a person from Tiebi City, he knew very well what would happen next. Looking at Ji Yun who was so leisurely beside him, he said in confusion: "Don't you go and help him?"
"What should I do for him?" Ji Yun said lightly: "It's better to let him learn some lessons. One way to learn from one's mistakes will make him more aware of his own affairs." After all, the Crazy Lion is a demon clan, a rebellious demon clan. If you want him to learn how to deal with others, you have to make him suffer more.
Wangya looked confused, as if what Ji Yun said was quite reasonable, but causing trouble in Yuntielou is not something that can be solved by simply suffering a loss.
The reception area of the lobby, which was crowded just now, quickly turned into a vacuum. They were all pointing and discussing the crazy lion who was still standing in the spot, guessing how he would die next...
Chenchen was sleeping soundly last night, and a voice suddenly sounded in his mind, and the voice said: "Chenchen, it's time to update..."
Chen Chen suddenly woke up, a carp tung sat up (for Chen Chen... the carp tung can only sit up), and his mind quickly began to clarify his thoughts, and then he remembered... Yesterday's update had been released, and he instantly greeted the owner's chrysanthemum 108 times. When he closed his eyes, Chen Chen fell into deep sleep again...