"Um?"

"The old man is asking me for something?"

Ning Feng turned around strangely and saw the old man who was wonton with expectant faces pointed to all sides. In front of him was the lid of the pot, and a pot of beating a ghost was boiled.

Following what he was expecting, Ning Feng pursed his mouth and felt very depressed.

From all directions, scattered lonely ghosts appeared again, shaking towards the wonton stall.

These lonely ghosts are completely desolate compared to those that were caught by Young Master Ye before, but it is obvious that the old man wontons are not afraid of them.

"Old man, Ning Feng can't do this."

Ning Feng spread his hands and said with a wry smile: "You are an expert in killing ghosts; you are catching ghosts, the one who is just the best at catching ghosts."

His heart was like a mirror.

The bronze lamp of the old man wonton was a good thing, but he rolled up his sleeves and used the stupidest way to get all the existing ghosts into the pot. It would be considered luck to get a lamp.

The time I was delayed here was so long that he probably got a bronze lamp, so his fellow disciples there should have been ruined by Mr. Ye.

The pros and cons are the best to weigh.

Ning Feng showed apologies on his face. After saying this, he was about to continue saying goodbye.

I never thought that the old man wonton's face was as red as a monkey's butt, even more than countless before.

"Kill the ghost?"

He asked expectantly.

"Uh~" Ning Feng nodded honestly.

From the previous headless ghost king's emphasis on the star moon and sun, he knew that his Yinghuo Banner's power to attract star power is actually extremely lethal to ghosts.

Even a dignified ghost king must be serious, there is no reason why the little ghosts don’t care.

As for the fundamental solar method of the Sun God Palace, it is the most powerful and yang in the world. It is the nemesis of all evil spirits. There is no need to say much.

"Kill, I'll see."

The old man wonton gave up his position in agile manner. According to the meaning, he wanted Ning Feng to show his methods.

The old man wonton who came to one side looked at Ning Feng with his expectant eyes, while wiping his cuffs on his mouth, as if he couldn't help but drool.

"No..."

Ning Feng subconsciously stepped forward, not knowing where he wanted to go.

When he stood in front of the ghost cooking pot, he suddenly came over and thought to himself: "No wonder I feel so familiar."

"What's the difference between this and the vegetable market in the past?"

"If you compare the lonely ghost to a duck, Young Master Ye is a duck catching, and I am a duck killer. I really have a specialty in my skills."

Ning Feng smiled self-deprecatingly and his expression turned solemn.

He rolled up his sleeves little by little, exposed his arms, flipped his palm down, and pressed it into the pot of cooking.

One foot high, master the starlight;

One inch, the rising sun rises.

Ning Feng pressed his palm into the ghost-cooking pot inch by inch.

"brush!"

Starlight burst out from it, and was bound by invisible power. You cannot cook the ghost pot and rotate it into a nebula vortex in the pot.

"boom!"

A red sun rose, just like the alternation of day and night, and the nebula had not dissipated, and the sun was gushing out.

The power of the star of the stars, the sun’s divine light!

Both of these powers with great restraint on ghosts and monsters exploded in the ghost-cooking pot, like a large vortex that devoured everything, instantly crushing the endless ghosts and monsters in the pot.

“Ah~~”

It was like a scream, and it seemed like countless screams formed.

After a sound, the needle can be heard.

The pot of the simmered pot trembled violently to remain still, and streams of blue smoke came out.

Ning Feng pulled away quickly without thunder, covering his nose with his hands, fearing that he would still smell it by himself.

He had just stepped down, and a gust of wind passed by his side, and the position was immediately occupied by the old man wonton.

"suck!"

The old man wonton raised his head and took a deep breath. The curling blue smoke split into two strands and fled into his nose.

The old man looked enjoyable and looked floating like an ecstasy, which made people feel urge to get up and smell it.

Ning Feng didn't retreat far enough. He covered his nose and looked out, and saw that the old man who wontons sucked in the pot suddenly became empty.

"So, he's so jealous."

"Tsk tsk~"

Ning Feng swallowed his saliva and expressed his deep admiration.

After his skills, the taste of this pot of ghost seemed to be particularly good. After sucking all the smoke, the old man wonton looked into the pot with unsatisfactory feeling. He saw that it was empty and then he gave up regretfully.

"You, very well."

The old man wonton glanced at Ning Feng and praised him very much.

"This... I'm so kind. It's just a simple task."

Ning Feng was humble and looked forward to expectations.

The old man wonton was obviously a pleasure. He reached out and then stretched out his hand, holding a bronze lamp on each of his hands.

"good!"

Ning Feng was overjoyed.

Although he didn't know what the bronze lamp was used for, he thought that it would definitely take advantage of this thing in Yin and Yang Town.

"Now, Qiye and I are on the same starting line again."

"In addition, I know he has a bronze lamp, but he doesn't know I have it, so he has an advantage invisibly."

Ning Feng thought about it in his mind, and the next scene made the previous calculation completely empty.

After the old man wonton put down the two bronze lamps, he did not stuff them into the stove and ignite them as before, but reached into his arms again.

"Can't it..."

Ning Feng was still a little uncertain, the old man who had already taken out the wonton.

Sure enough, he held a slightly larger bronze lamp in his hand.

"for you!"

The old man wonton made a vague sound, while lit up the three bronze lamps and pushed them in front of Ning Feng.

Ning Feng walked forward and reached out to answer.

“Huh?”

The moment he touched the bronze lamp with his hand, he understood why Young Master Ye had previously had an abnormal situation.

The bronze lamp disappeared out of thin air when it touched Ning Feng's body. Ning Feng was shocked and found that a strange feeling emerged.

"Three lamps are on top of my head and on both shoulders."

Ning Feng closed his eyes and felt it. Sure enough, he could clearly sense three bronze lamps, placed in those three positions, burning quietly, like immortal lamps.

"Isn't these three lamps that people are born with?"

"It seems to be called Sanyang Ding."

Ning Feng contacted some rumors in his previous life and vaguely guessed that he had seen the function of these three bronze lamps.

"Old man..."

He suddenly looked up, opened his eyes, and wanted to ask.

When the words came to his mouth, Ning Feng had to swallow them again. Because, in front of him, there was no old man who was wonton, and no wonton stall.

"Why is it gone?"

Ning Feng looked around and found nothing, so he had to give up.

"I don't know what the old man wonton is. If Meng Po compares him, his status and significance in Yin-Yang Town are probably even greater than that of the headless fierce ghost king."

"The wonton stall outside Yinyang Town, a pot of beefed ghost bronze lamp, this encounter is rare."
Chapter completed!