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"All for you."

Ye Yun laughed, it was like watching a comedy, and she felt very happy.

In mid-air, with a big wave of his Magic power hand, all of the 100 god-level cigarette sticks suddenly fell over.

The short old man used Magic power to turn into two big hands, and suddenly hugged all these god-level cigarette sticks.

He held them all in his arms, looking left and right, with a smirk on his face.

Suddenly there were more than 100 god-level cigarette sticks, and he didn't know how to describe his own mood.

Just feel the brain buzzing, chaos, thinking seems to have stagnated.

A piece of God-level Magic Treasures in God's soil is extremely rare.

And he got so much at once, it's incredible!

The little old man stroked each cigarette stick with his hand, as if he was a little lover, and muttered to himself: "From now on, I will smoke with one cigarette stick every day. You must serve me well."

Seeing that the little old man has gone further and further on the road of collapse.

Ye Yun is going to add another fire.

"I still have a god-level cigarette stick here, do you want it?"

Ye Yun asked with a smile.

"Anything else?"

The little old man immediately shook his spirits, and he was a little more awake than before.

After sober sober, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. Could it be that he was hit by Illusion Art just now?

How can anyone in this world have so many god-level cigarette sticks and give them to himself for nothing?

This is absolutely impossible.

The short old man immediately pinched his thigh with his hand, and there was a sharp pain in his thigh.

It doesn't seem like an illusion.

But he wasn't sure, and he raised another cigarette stick and slammed it on Own's head fiercely.

boom!

Suddenly a big bag was smashed on his head, almost bleeding.

The little old man was shocked to discover that he did not hit Illusion Art, and everything in front of him was real.

The body of his god-sovereign realm is extremely tyrannical, and only the god-level Magic Treasures can be injured if it hits the head.

The little old man swallowed hard and looked at Ye Yun.

At this moment, there was a stormy sea in his heart.

It's hard to imagine...Who is this young man in white clothes?

One person collected more than a hundred pieces of god-level cigarette sticks.

In the place of Shentu, even the powerhouse of God level is like an ant compared to him.

It's not on the same level at all.

Terrible, this guy is terrible!

Thinking of this, the little old man quickly stomped the ground with his foot, and saw the great formation of Tongtian Ancient Road flicker, and it started to rumbling.

As long as he is willing, this great formation will unleash the power of strangulation at any time.

"Why are you? I still have a lot of cigarette sticks I want to give you?"

Ye Yun smiled disapprovingly when seeing the big formation suddenly running.

"Don't lie to me anymore, how could you still have it? This must be a trick by you. I want to attack suddenly when I lose my mind, right?"

The little old man sneered.

"Then you really think of me too badly, how could I do such a stupid thing?"

Ye Yun laughed and stretched out his hand, and in an instant a colorful cigarette rod appeared in front of him.

This time, a thousand cigarette sticks of various colors appeared.

Every kind of tobacco rod is at least God-level in grade.

And there are some super god-class cigarette sticks hidden in these cigarette sticks.

Ye Yun believes that with the eyesight of the old man, it is impossible to recognize it.

Looking at the god-level cigarette rods in all kinds of light in the sky, the little old man felt once again that poverty had limited his imagination.

Damn it!

At this moment, he just wanted to touch the sky, the ground, and the air.

How can there be such a rich person in this world? !

If you collect more than a thousand god-level Magic Treasures, you can still understand it.

But where can I collect more than a thousand pieces of god-level cigarette sticks?

"How? Is a thousand pieces enough?"

Ye Yun asked with a smile.

Although his smile was extremely genial, there was a sense of wealth.

"I……"

The short old man stared straight at the sky full of god-level cigarette rods, his throat choked at this moment, and he couldn't speak anymore.

Everything in front of him subverted his three views.

He needs time to digest.

"If it's not enough, there's more, I'll give you all..."

Ye Yun waved his hand and all kinds of light rose into the sky.

In an instant, several thousand more rods came out, all of which were Super God Grade.

Super God-class cigarette rods are more difficult to identify for this short old man.

Because this has exceeded the limits of this world.

Thousands of super god-level treasures floated in midair, exuding an unimaginable aura, covering them like a big mountain.

Ye Yun smiled indifferently, and gently pressed down with his hand.

These thousands of super god-class cigarette rods, plus the previous thousand cigarette rods, suddenly gathered like a big net, and fell in the direction of the little old man.

"Wow, so many... why are there so many god-level cigarette sticks? Am I dreaming? Haha, these are all mine."

The little old man hasn't realized the crisis is coming.

He stretched out his hand and touched these god-level cigarette sticks stupidly.

As thousands of super god-class cigarette rods gathered together, an unimaginable force gathered together.

The extremely violent power squeezed towards the little old man.

puff!

Accompanied by a dull sound.

The body of the short old man was suddenly crushed by the breath released by thousands of super-god treasures.

Compressed into a cloud of blood.

Until he died, the little old man was still immersed in that ecstasy, unaware that Death was coming.

At this moment, those thousands of super god-class cigarette rods were only about ten feet away from the little old man.

This distance of about ten feet has already caused a great cultivator of the Divine Sovereign Realm to be abruptly squeezed.

"The heart is not enough to swallow the elephant, if you want it, I will give it to you, but unfortunately you don't have such a big appetite..."

Looking at the cloud of blood mist, Ye Yun smiled lightly and waved.

The blood mist turned into a particle and disappeared in an instant.

Ye Yun grabbed it with a big hand and took all the cigarette rods back into the warehouse.

These god-level cigarette rods were originally tasteless in his opinion, and he didn't expect to have done upside down this time.

Ye Yun is still very happy.

There is a storage ring floating in the small courtyard.

It is the relic of the little old man.

Ye Yun reached out and grabbed it, and threw it into his own storage ring without even looking.

There should be a lot of good things in this storage ring of God Sovereign Realm.

It's just useless for Ye Yun.

The best thing about this old guy is just the emperor-class bronze pipe in his mouth.

In Ye Yun's eyes, it's all rubbish.

With a big wave of his hand, a ball of light floated out of the room.

Jiang Hengyue, who was originally nervous and panicked, stood inside the ball of light. When she suddenly saw the familiar white figure on the opposite side, the corners of her eyes were sore, and her heart was filled with mixed feelings.

"Master, you saved my life again."

With the disappearance of the light ball defensive mask, Jiang Hengyue knelt on the ground, tears streaming down.

The moment Jiang Hengyue was taken away by that powerful old man of the Divine Sovereign Realm, Jiang Hengyue thought he was dead this time.

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