Sign In For One Hundred Thousand Years, Please Hurry Up

God-level tobacco rod.

It's his big smoke gun, a Magic Treasures that I've always dreamed of in this life.

However, the land of the gods is vast and vast, and no master craftsman can refine a god-level cigarette stick.

The emperor-class cigarette stick he currently has, he didn't know how much it took to build it.

The cost in the middle is unimaginable.

But now on the Ancient Tongtian Road, he suddenly obtained a god-level golden pipe.

The dream for many years is suddenly realized, how can this not make him ecstatic?

"It's a good thing, smoking with this golden cigarette stick, I don't know how happy Dao heart love will be."

The little old man carefully looked at every texture on the golden cigarette rod, his eyes filled with fanatical gaze, and his lips trembled and made a sound of admiration.

Seeing the excited look of the little old man, Ye Yun smiled and said, "Is it enough?"

"enough……"

The little old man was about to say enough, and suddenly he was interrupted by an emotion inexplicably in his heart.

"Not enough! Your Excellency is a great power on the seventh floor of the Divine Sovereign Realm. This god-level golden pipe is almost meant to be..."

The little old man said with a smile.

He suddenly changed his mind.

The big fat sheep was in front of him, and there would be no such shop after passing the village. He must slaughter it well.

If you are not satisfied, then kill the opponent.

In this case, all Magic Treasures belong to themselves.

Ye Yun shook his hand slightly, and another bronze cigarette rod appeared.

As soon as this cigarette rod appeared, the void vibrated more clearly.

"This is……"

The short old man suddenly his heart hung in his throat, and his whole body became tense.

He looked at the bronze cigarette rod and said with difficulty, "Is it another god-level one?"

"This one is a god-level top grade, and your one is a low grade, with a small difference between two realms?"

Ye Yun laughed, and threw the bronze cigarette stick in his hand.

With a huge surprise on his face, the little old man hurriedly reached out and grabbed the bronze cigarette stick in his hand. After feeling it, his face showed a shocked look again.

It was another god-level cigarette rod, and this cigarette rod turned out to be a god-level top grade, which was even higher than the golden rod.

How is this possible?

Who is the young man in white?

How come there are so many pipes?

He had never heard of the appearance of a god-level cigarette stick in the entire Shentu.

Ye Yun looked at the weird look of the little old man, smiled and said, "Give me the lower-grade cigarette stick in your hand. I'll give you the upper-grade god-grade cigarette."

Hearing this, the little old man suddenly felt blood dripping from his heart, and said in a very painful manner: "No, give me these two cigarette sticks. Do you have any other Magic Treasures? If you don't, you can't make it."

"How do you say it doesn't count?"

Ye Yun smiled slowly, with a mocking smile in his eyes.

"I didn't say a few Magic Treasures to let you go."

The little old man sneered.

He pointed the bronze pipe to the ground, and said threateningly: "Hurry up and bring out a few more god-level Magic Treasures, otherwise I won't let you pass."

"All right."

Ye Yun nodded, and a faint weird smile appeared on his face.

When he stretched out his hand this time, the light flashed in his hand, and ten cigarette rods suddenly appeared.

Each cigarette rod has a different color, but without exception, it exudes a frightening atmosphere.

Looking at these pipes, Ye Yun also sighed.

Thinking back to the past experience of obtaining these pipes in the sign-in space, I couldn't help but smile.

There was a day.

When he signed in, he suddenly got a cigarette stick, but that cigarette stick was only a royal class.

Ye Yun doesn't smoke himself, nor did he smoke before he crossed the previous life, so he didn't have much interest in this cigarette stick.

This kind of cigarette rod is exquisite and beautiful, and the surface is covered with various textures, which makes Ye Yun feel that it is good to store.

So he put away the pipe.

But I didn't expect that the sign-in process all day would become extremely magical and interesting.

He signed in for a whole day of cigarette sticks.

These pipes went from the first Emperor level to the Emperor level, and then to the god level, super god level...

Finally, more and more cigarette rods.

From the first sign-in one by one, to the last ten, one hundred, and one thousand sign-in, Ye Yun himself was dumbfounded at the time.

This system is too bad!

This is how many of the cigarettes of the big smokers in the universe have been stolen?

Ye Yun knows how people who love to smoke will feel if they lose their cigarettes.

It is estimated that after the big guys lost their cigarette sticks, they were irritable, furious, and addicted to cigarettes, and they all wanted to die.

That day was designated by Ye Yun as "Pole Day".

To commemorate this magical and interesting sign-in day.

Now, in his warehouse, there are many different kinds of tobacco rods.

So when Ye Yun saw this little old man holding an Emperor-class cigarette in his mouth, his mind moved.

Know how to solve this old man.

Do you want a cigarette stick?

Then give it to you hard, for fear that your appetite is not big enough to eat.

Looking at Ye Yun, ten cigarette sticks of different colors suddenly appeared in Ye Yun's hand, and all of them were of god-level qualities.

The short old man had two high raised eyeballs, his face glowing with red light, his expression was excited, and his lips were constantly trembling.

His throat was choked up too, and he couldn't speak.

He didn't expect that the young man in white clothes in front of him had collected so many god-level cigarette sticks.

This is too scary!

After a few seconds, the little old man was relieved, and he said tremblingly: "How could you have so many?"

"Just don't ask, do you want?"

Ye Yun shook the ten cigarette sticks in his hand and asked with a smile.

"Take... to... bring it all to me."

The little old man suddenly got up from the stool frantically and roared loudly.

Ye Yun waved his hand lightly and threw all the ten cigarette sticks over.

The old man violently stretched out his hand and hugged the ten cigarette sticks in his arms, together with the two original cigarette sticks, they all hugged each other.

He kept looking up and muttering to himself, his emotions at the moment were already out of control.

After smoking for a lifetime, he suddenly got eleven god-level cigarette sticks. It is hard to imagine his mood at the moment.

The little old man didn't even know his surname at this moment.

He has fallen into a huge carnival.

Seeing the scenes of ugliness of the little old man, Ye Yun flashed a funny look in his eyes.

Fortunately, Jiang Hengyue was locked up in that room, otherwise the little guy would have laughed out of his teeth when seeing a strong man of the God Sovereign Realm so gaffe.

"If it's not enough, I still have..."

Ye Yun looked at the little old man and suddenly shouted.

"and also?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly shouted: "Quick... give it to me."

Ye Yun lightly touched his wrist, and another hundred god-level cigarette rods appeared.

Ye Yun couldn't hold these god-level cigarette sticks in one hand.

He used Magic power to create a big hand, gently grasped the god-level cigarette rod, and shook it in mid-air a few times.

"A hundred gods?"

Looking at the one hundred cigarette sticks with different colors and exuding bright light, the short old man could no longer control the excitement in his heart.

He shook his body, his eyes blurred, and walked towards Ye Yun leisurely.

"Give it to me, give it to me..."

The little old man was mad and muttered to himself.

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