Invincible to all realms from the super seminary

Chapter 207 The Old Beggar and the Dust People
The fifth floor of the Abyss Continent, an unnamed town in the Eastern Region.

"I have a stick, which can suppress cats, beat dogs, crush stones, and open iron. I have been invincible in this small town for decades, and there is no single enemy! Anyone want to join our beggar gang? wait!"

"Cut, just brag about you! Returning to the beggar gang? Isn't it just a leader of the stinky beggar? Get out of here, don't disturb the young master Qiuxian, or I will kick you to death!"

On the bustling street, a young man in brocade clothes impatiently drove away a dirty old beggar.

"Hmph, you ignorant boy, my dog-beating stick is also a kung fu passed down from the gods." The old beggar had no choice but to leave awkwardly, muttering in his mouth.

And just as the old beggar was turning a corner, he suddenly stepped on something hard.

"Hey, what is this?"

The old beggar curiously picked up the lump of iron on the ground, spat, and then wiped off the dust with the clothes on his chest.

"City of nothingness?" The old beggar was extremely surprised!
Even though he was illiterate, he could understand at a glance what the words on this lump of iron meant?
The old beggar said in a low voice, "Could it be that this is also a fairy fate?"

Although it is not clear yet, the old beggar also knew that this lump of iron was something extraordinary, so he hurriedly took his beggar with him and ran to a remote place.

"How should this thing be used? Could it be refined by dripping blood like the legendary fairy?"

The old beggar hesitated.

After all, it is said that there will be accidents when immortals refine treasures, so isn't he more dangerous?

If something goes wrong, his old life of not enjoying women will be gone!

"It doesn't matter, let's fight."

Finally, the old beggar figured it out, cut his finger with the edge of his broken bowl, and dripped a drop of blood on the mysterious lump of iron.

In an instant, the old beggar disappeared without even a trace of space fluctuation.

No one noticed on the fifth floor of the entire Abyss Continent.

In the blink of an eye, the old beggar suddenly appeared in front of an incomparably vast city gate.

The city gate is thousands of feet high, and it seems to be carved from a whole block of bluestone and white jade, with dragons and phoenixes engraved on it.

"Hahahaha! Xianyuan! My old man actually met Xianyuan, hahahahahaha!"

The old beggar excitedly ran forward and hugged the bluestone and white jade city gate, stroking his hands up and down, as if what he was holding in his arms was not a stone, but a peerless beauty.

After stroking for a while, the old beggar looked around, and found that there seemed to be no fairy in the legend, so he became jealous, carefully took out a knife from his bosom, and pointed it at the city gate.

This is the jade of the fairy world, just knocking off a piece is enough for him to spend most of his life at ease!
When the old beggar was about to make a move, a figure appeared beside him without warning.

"Kowtow to the ancestors!"

The old beggar was frightened instantly, thinking that the immortals from this immortal city had returned.

The old beggar kowtowed a few times, trembling uncontrollably, fearing that the immortal would punish him.

After all, he was planning to steal just now, if the immortal finds out...

Thinking of this, the old beggar trembled even more, and he didn't even dare to lift his head.

"Where is this place? Who are you?" Shouts of panic reached the old beggar's ears.

"Isn't it a fairy?"

Only then did the old beggar look sideways slightly and looked up.

The person who appeared suddenly was just a man dressed in rags, and his hair was very short and flat, like a monk in a temple.

"It scares me to death." The old beggar got up slowly and patted the dust that didn't exist on his body.

The man was terrified: "You... who are you?"

The man was sallow and thin, with strange red spots all over his face and neck, and looked like he was dying.

"I haven't asked who you are yet?"

The old beggar replied impatiently.

I thought it was a fairy, but I didn't expect it to be a poor monk who escaped from the temple, so I was ashamed.

Hearing what the old beggar said, the sallow and thin man opened his mouth reflexively, and said in a stiff tone: "I... I am Dustman 3852, from... District 23, No. 116, you... Who are you?"

The old beggar didn't understand: "What are you talking about? The old man is asking what is your name?"

"What's your name?" The sallow-faced and thin man asked such a naive question.

"You're not a fool, are you?"

"I... I'm not."

"Hey, idiot, where did you come from? Did you also pick up a lump of iron?"

"Tiepimple, oh, you said this."

The sallow and emaciated man took out a token from his pocket, which was exactly the same as the old beggar's.

"That's right, boy, it seems that you, like me, were brought here by immortals. Let's go, old man, I will take you into the city to have a look, maybe you can meet great immortals." The beggar laughed.

"What is a fairy? Can it be eaten?"

"It seems that you are really a fool. Let me tell you, immortals are the supreme existence. They can turn stones into gold, turn clouds and rain, and do anything. If we can get a little reward from immortals, then we can eat and drink for the rest of our lives, and be happy~ Endless ~ ah!"

As he spoke, the old beggar took out a piece of hard steamed bun from his pocket, and gnawed it vigorously.

And the sallow-faced and thin man next to him stopped immediately after seeing it, and his eyes were oval, with a pair of eyes that were originally dull, and his eyes were full of greed.

"You... what are you eating?"

"Mantou, what's the matter? Are you hungry?"

"Yeah!" The man nodded heavily.

Since he got the scarlet disease, he has been weak all over, and he can't do those heavy jobs at all.

And being unable to do work means that there is no contribution point to earn, and naturally there is no food to eat.

He hadn't eaten for almost two days and two nights.

The old beggar: "Oh, it seems that you are also a hard-working person. Take the bowl, and I will give you half."

"Thank you! Thank you!"

The sallow-faced and thin man thanked, his eyes never leaving the hard steamed bun.

The old beggar took off a gourd from his waist, poured some water, and soaked the steamed buns in it.

But at this moment, the eyes of that sallow-faced and thin man were already straightened, and he was almost robbed directly.

After soaking in water for a while, the old beggar picked up the steamed bun and broke it into two halves with a "click".

"Look at your bear, here, here you are."

The old beggar threw half of it to the sallow and thin man.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

The famous sallow-faced and thin man thanked him one after another, and then squatted aside in a hungry attitude and gnawed on the not-so-tasting steamed buns.

The steamed buns were too hard to swallow even after soaking in water.

But this sallow-faced and thin man didn't seem to care at all, he just gnawed crazily.

Even his gums were bleeding from the steamed bun, as if the steamed bun was his life.

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　Sorry for the statement: the author will be very busy in the next period of time, and the update may be affected by this, but the few book friends who are still persisting can rest assured that this book will definitely not be a eunuch!Definitely not a eunuch!Definitely not a eunuch!
　　The author estimates that the book will take at least 80 million words to complete. As long as there is no force majeure, such as serious illness, winning the lottery, etc., the book will continue until the completion of the book.

　　
　
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