Ye Hao walked out of this remote alley and came to the streets of Yancheng.

"The scenery is pretty good." Ye Hao was shocked as he looked at the passers-by who were holding oil paper umbrellas.

The streets of Yancheng with a very classical charm are not comparable to those cinemas. The surrounding buildings are made of real wooden buildings, and carriages are driving by the road paved with red bricks.

Ye Hao sniffed, while enjoying the beautiful scenery, he was thinking about how he should get into the Begonia Poetry Festival. He heard the two of them just now that the last seats were sold for ten ingots of silver, and where did he go to do so much? In the costume TV series Ye Hao watched, ten ingots of silver could be opened for business in restaurants.

Ye Hao thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out, and shouted, "Forget it, don't worry, there must be a road before the car arrives at the mountain, and the boat will naturally be straight when it reaches the bridge. Then..."

Ye Hao hasn't finished speaking yet.

The pedestrians around them dispersed to both sides of the road in panic, as if they were hiding from something.

"Huh? What's the situation?" Ye Hao came to his senses from his thoughts. Why did these people hide far away as if they had seen the King of Hell?

Ye Hao looked back without any haste and saw a rushing carriage rushing towards him. Ye Hao had no time to dodge, and he was already facing him when he found out.

Bang!

The carriage knocked Ye Hao away several meters away. Ye Hao rolled on the ground for several turns before stopping.

Seeing that the driver had hit someone to death, he immediately pulled the reins to death, stopped the two horses, and braked the car.

"Huh? Why did you park?"

A man in gold and silver on the carriage was holding a cigarette gun in his mouth, and poked his stubble-faced head out of the carriage and saw Ye Hao lying on the ground.

"Sir, what do we do?" the coachman driving the carriage asked the man with a smoke gun.

The man in the smoke gun looked at Ye Hao who was lying on the ground, took a puff of cigarettes, and said, "Crush over directly."

When the coachman got the order, he wanted to pull the reins and crush Ye Hao directly to death. Ye Hao got up from the ground and patted the dust on his body, as if nothing had happened.

"It doesn't hurt at all! It's like it's tickling. Is this the power of the golden elixir?"

Ye Hao glanced at himself, with a little surprised.

"Sir, what should I do? That person is alive." The coachman was a little anxious.

The man with cigarette gun was a little unhappy, so why can't he even crush him to death? He vomited a puff of cigarette and said indifferently: "Crush over directly."

When the coachman thought of the family fortune of the Smoke Gun Man, he felt relieved. The money for a life is equivalent to the money for the Smoke Gun Man to buy candied haws, which is a drop in the bucket.

The coachman pulled the reins and the two horses began to step onto Ye Hao.

"My grass! You're still excited!"

The Lingbo Microsteps exchanged from the system mall were directly cultivated to the peak realm. Ye Hao used the Lingbo Microsteps, without any preparation, and directly took the air to control the air and flew cleverly. He avoided the carriage that was crushing towards him. After taking a few steps in the air, a second-middle bear caught the net and landed on the carriage.

The coachman looked at Ye Hao like a ghost, with a big mouth.

"The cost of medicine." Ye Hao shook his hair, his eyes were so powerful that he said to the coachman with a smile.

"Big, hero, I'm just a cart puller." The coachman said in panic.

"Forehead……"

Ye Hao was a little embarrassed and went straight into the carriage to find the owner who caused the accident.

Ye Hao entered the carriage and looked at the man in gold and silver, with a stubble face in front of him. He stretched out one hand and claimed compensation from the man in cigarette gun: "The cost of medicine."

The man with cigarette gun was not panicked. Yun Danfeng took a sip of the cigarette and slowly spit it out after a while.

"Good skills." The man in the smoke gun nodded and said in admiration.

Ye Hao: "???"

Not only did you hit me, but I stood up and wanted to continue crushing me to death. Are you actually good at it?

An evil fire broke out in Ye Hao's mind and said coldly: "I changed my mind. I don't want the medicine. But seeing that you are so arrogant that you are still riding a carriage, you should be richer."

The man in the smoke gun nodded and said, "Good vision."

Ye Hao's fists were tight. Although he was not injured, in order to get the medicine fee, he resisted the urge to punch the man in the smoker. This fat man who smoked was so arrogant.

Ye Hao couldn't stand it and said bluntly: "It's good that you are paralyzed! Robbery!"

The man from the smoke gun took a puff of cigarette and touched his own sighing stubble. He asked dismissively: "How much do you want?"

Ye Hao: "???"

So easy!? So easy!? You agreed without even threatening a few more times? Ye Hao was a little surprised.

Ye Hao sniffed and pondered how much it was appropriate. Thinking that the last seats in the Begonia Poetry Club required ten silver coins, Ye Hao thought for a while and said, "Twenty silver coins."

The man with smoke gun's eyebrows twisted into the character Sichuan, and the blood vessels on his forehead were a little congested. The man with smoke gun said viciously: "Twenty ingots of silver? Do you look down on me? I'll give you twenty ingots of gold!"

"Ha?" Ye Hao was a little confused.

The man from the smoke gun continued: "It is also a fate to collide. Judging from your extraordinary skills, I think you are a hero in the world. Seeing that you are not seriously injured, can you ignore your past grudges and give me a favor to accompany me?"

Ye Hao was a little confused. What is this about?

However, Ye Hao thought carefully that he asked the man with a cigarette butt to go to the Begonia Poetry Club. Wouldn't it be better to have a way to go directly to the Begonia Poetry Club?

Although the man in the smoke gun hit him, he had nothing to do, and the man in the smoke gun also apologized.

Ye Hao nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll spare you for the time being. I'm going to go to the Begonia Poetry Festival, for the sake of twenty ingots of gold, let's go together."

The man in the cigarette smoke took a sip of the cigarette, said nothing, and looked calm.

Ye Hao sat down in the carriage and looked at the stubble man beside him in surprise.

"What will you do when you go to Haitang Poetry?" Ye Hao asked.

The man with a cigarette gun was speechless. What kind of idiot question is this? He took a sip of cigarettes and replied: "If you are not a hero in Yancheng, you are not a man without a reward of Haitang. Have you never heard of this sentence?"

Ye Hao: "Uh..."

The man from the smoker took a sip of cigarettes and said leisurely: "I am determined to win this Begonia Poetry Festival. I have found the best scholar in the Big Geese Dynasty. The position of the first place must be a foregone conclusion."

Ye Hao was surprised and asked, "I heard that you can buy the qualification of the Huagong of Zuixianlou by asking for money. What would you do with a scholar?"

The man from the smoke gun glanced at Ye Hao and replied, "You have never been there at first sight, but it's not your fault. If it weren't for the wealthy businessman like me, he wouldn't dare to go to the top party at the state banquet level."

Ye Hao gritted his teeth. The man with cigarette guns was too offensive to speak, and he was dragging him to heaven.

The man from the smoke gun continued: "It costs a lot of money to buy a seat just by buying a seat, which has eliminated the vast majority of people. After that, there is still a qualification to bid for the auction. If the gold is not billions of taels, it will not be on the table. Only the top 50 auctions will be qualified to participate in the Begonia Poetry Club."

Ye Hao was a little shocked, wow, is that such a terrifying brother? How much money do you have to make?

The man from the smoke gun continued: "There is only the official Begonia Poetry Festival after this. The money I had before was equivalent to buying a ticket to the competition. Fifty people who were qualified for the competition had to decide the winner in the subsequent poetry competition. Only those who won the first place could be qualified to meet the beauty like a banished immortal, so that is why I still have to bring a scholar."

Ye Hao asked speechlessly, "Didn't this poetry competition write poetry by himself? Why do you bring a scholar?"

The man from the smoke gun replied: "There are no fools in Zuixianlou. How many of these rich people really understand those poems and songs? How can you compare to the words of the poems yourself? So you are allowed to accompany a scholar and write poems together. So in the end, this is still a battle of money. The scholar I invited used a thousand ingots of gold."

Ye Hao thought for a while, poems and songs? That's not simple. He just copied a few ancient poems from the earth and crushed the audience.

"Can you give me a qualification for auction?" Ye Hao asked.

The man in the smoke gun looked at Ye Hao like a fool, "Haha, do you know how expensive that is?"

Ye Hao smiled without saying a word, looking at the man with electric eyes.

The man from the smoke gun understood Ye Hao's intention, took a sip of the cigarette, and said calmly: "There are three carriages behind this carriage, and the ones are all my guards. At least they are masters of the seventh level of body refining."

After half an incense stick.

All the guards were knocked to the ground, Yanbing's face was covered with bruises, and he begged for mercy in his trembling voice, "Okay! OK! Stop hitting! Isn't I qualified to bid for you?"
Chapter completed!