History’s Strongest Shopkeeper

"You are Li Er? You are Kong Qiu? Are you Zhuang Zhou?"

Ye Fan was immersed in confusion and shock, but Pangbo also reacted. He shuddered and pointed to Laozi, Confucius and others, and shouted loudly. ???? 火然?文???????????

Li Er, Kong Qiu, Zhuang Zhou, Bodhidharma, this one name, the first time it sounds may not reflect.

But the names of these people, once they are respected for their name, then everything is different.

Li Er and Lao Tzu, Confucius and Confucius, Zhuang Zhou and Zhuangzi, Bodhidharma and Bodhidharma, these four names, the Chinese people can be said that no one knows, no one knows.

"How old are you old?"

Pangbo’s voice trembled. His eyes turned to Laozi. He had more contact with Laozi than others, and he was close to the subconscious.

The people in front of you are really the sages of the ancient times, then does his worldview become an absurd joke?

The earth he lives in is a scientific world.

Now, who has the name of the ancient sage, appears in front of him, what is going on?

Is it true that the myth is not coming?

"The old road is exactly one hundred years old this year."

Laozi smiled slightly and did not explain.

"That's good, that's good."

Pang Bo patted his chest and vomited a few breaths, relieved.

Although one hundred years old is exaggerated, it is more than a thousand years old, making him more acceptable.

"Pang Bo, Ye Fan, you really have a lot of magical novels. How can the old gentlemen in front of you be ancient people?"

The screams of Pangbo and Ye Fan attracted their classmates.

Liu Yunzhi, a classmate of Ye Fan, scorned without hesitation.

However, when he looked at Laozi and others, his face was a little charming.

The age at which Laozi just reported it, he heard it clearly.

One hundred years old, the old man with white hair and ruddy complexion is actually one hundred years old.

He also suspected that Laozi and others used makeup, but when he saw the dust on his hands, his pupils shrank and his eyes flashed with deep horror.

He once studied some antiques. Although he did not see what kind of jade was in the hands of Laozi, the crystal clear, pure and flawless color is definitely a piece of jade carving.

It’s just that the dust in the hands of Lao Tzu may be worth tens of millions. How many tens of millions of rich people come out to deceive.

"I have seen the old gentleman, under Liu Yunzhi, my two classmates, the magical novels have seen more, will this misunderstanding, I apologize to everyone."

"I guess a few old gentlemen are writers, and they will have such a pseudonym."

Liu Yunzhi has opened a company that is not big, and he is a boss anyway, and has a very good communication ability.

In this sentence, he tried half-jokingly, even if he guessed it wrong.

It is a pity that only the silence of Laozi and others is ushered in. For this kind of young people's competition, there will be no wave of ripples in their hearts.

"set!"

Just when Ye Fan wanted to continue to ask Laozi and others, Zhou Yang, who was not far away, shouted that Jiulong Lahu had arrived.

The explanation of Laozi and others, coupled with Liu Yunzhi’s speculation, is superficial.

But what is here, it is Mount Tai.

He followed the group of Laozi and knew that Laozi was not coming by cable car. A hundred-year-old man, who climbed Mount Tai, did not change his color, and it looked very abnormal.

The life span of human beings is theoretically just over one hundred years old. More than eighty years old, the body functions have long since declined to the extreme, and it is difficult to walk.

Now that a hundred-year-old man has boarded Mount Tai without any effort, this is beyond common sense.

"They are not actors!"

Ye Fan looked at the Jade Emperor's top and gathered together, and there seemed to be a voice crying in his heart.

This group of people has no stars, but the costumes on them are all high-end designer clothes.

How can a group of performers wear such high-level clothing?

If it is not a group performance, is it cosplay, but a group of white-haired old people, monks, and Taoists, this cosplay is too tall.

Ye Fan’s heart seems to have a voice constantly urging him to ask Laozi and others, but he saw that Zhou Yang’s group of people seemed to be talking about something, and he was too embarrassed to go.

Just cold and forgot to look at Liu Yunzhi, he continued to appreciate the afterglow of the sunset.

"Take us the car."

Zhou Yang looked up and looked at the sky full of red clouds. He whispered, and his mouth outlined a smile.

I don't know what kind of expressions these people have seen when they see the so-called 'cars'.

"The owner, what car is it, is it a spaceship?"

Xiao Yu is somewhat curious.

In such a high-level world, ordinary spaceships cannot withstand the harsh environment of the universe.

What's more, there are also many spaceships in the Wanjie Building, and there is no need to wait here.

"Maybe it is a flying saucer."

Lin Dong also looked up at the sky and looked forward slightly.

They need to travel by car, so the earth is not their destination.

This seemingly mysterious earth can't let them stay, so there is a more advanced world waiting for them.

"Isn't it a magic weapon?"

Hong Yi’s eyes also flashed a hint of curiosity.

In the world of Yangshen, there is a boat of magical kings, which can cross the void.

Among the group of people, Xiao Yu is the youngest and the expression is not disguised. Others are expressionless, but their eyes are still looking at the sky.

"Leaves, what are they doing?"

Not far away, Pang Bo smashed Ye Fan with his arm and looked strange.

There is no evening yet. There is no star. Looking up at the sky, this group of people is really weird~www.wuxiaspot.com~they"

What Ye Fangang wanted to say, but the sound stopped abruptly. He looked into the sky and there were several black spots falling quickly.

The black spots fell quickly, and the roar of the sounds, the rapid fall of the sound, even caused a sound burst, like a spring thunder.

Nine behemoths descended from the sky, like the nine black long rivers falling down. This is a nine-day black dragon corpse, pulling a bronze ancient plaque and rolling down the summit of Mount Tai.

"Booming!"

Nine dragons and bronze urns fell like a huge meteorite, falling on Mount Tai, and the entire Mount Tai seems to be shaking slightly.

The stone splashed, the cries shouted, the crowd swarmed, and mixed together.

"There are actually nine dragons"

Xiao Yu’s face is happy, but it is instantly solidified. The dragon is a dead dragon, and the car is a coffin.

Perhaps everyone did not notice that the falling stones, when they were about to reach the crowd, were slightly offset, and even some people fell to the cliffs. Because they didn’t find anything under their feet, they could volley and run. To the bottom of the mountain.

Cry, shout, vibrate, and sound.

When the vibration stopped, the mountain calmed down, and except for a few people, the others were safely rushing down the mountain.

There are only nine hundred meters long, the dragon's corpse, and a 20-meter-long, mysterious bronze urn, lying quietly on the top of the mountain.

“Is this our car?”

Everyone looked at Zhou Yang and looked at the bronze urn. They all twitched and said good universe warships? What about flying saucers?

Originally thought to be the chariot of the nine dragons, who knows that it is a quaint bronze urn.

Do they still have to leave in bronze?

Is their destination a land? (To be continued.)