"There are a total of eight of you here, if you live here, counting food and accommodation, each person's daily consumption will be calculated at two hundred, which is one thousand and six per day, but for the sake of many of you, even if it is one thousand and five, Lin Feng's kid will not be able to come back in at least a month, that is, thirty days, thirty times one thousand five, a total of forty-five thousand yuan, boss, may I ask you whether you swipe the card or cash, or WeChat transfer." ”

The sloppy old man took out a credit card machine while settling accounts, as well as mobile phone payment, any payment method is available.

Xiaoyaozi's head was full of black lines, and he and his seven junior disciples beware of sloppy old ways for a long time, but they didn't dig out magic weapons or hidden weapons at all, and they were calculating the accommodation fee.

"Didn't you hear what I said just now, this viewer, we are people from the upper realm. ”

In desperation, Xiaoyaozi once again showed their identity, perhaps in the eyes of the upper realm, coming to the earth is like a rich man coming to a poor mountain village, and there is always a feeling of superiority.

The sloppy old man seemed to be very incomprehensible, and asked: "Which county is the upper realm, why has Lao Tzu never heard of it, let alone from the county, it is from the provincial capital, you eat and live with me, and you have to pay for it, do you still want to eat the overlord meal, if you have this idea, get out of here for Lao Tzu, do you think Lao Tzu is here to eat and drink for nothing?"

Xiaoyaozi was embarrassed for a while, and one of the seven sons of Xiaoyao said in a voice transmission way: "Senior brother, don't waste time on this old guy, it seems that he doesn't know anything, why don't we just kill him, wait for Lin Feng to come back here, kill him and we'll complete the task." ”

Xiaoyaozi thought about it and felt that this was indeed a good way, the sloppy old Taoist didn't even know the upper realm, so naturally he was not a cultivator, and there was nothing to be afraid of, for a cultivator in the upper realm, killing a mortal on the earth was as simple as crushing an ant to death.

As soon as he was about to signal the seven sons of Xiaoyao to do it, he heard the sloppy old man say: "Hey, let you pay the money so ink, do you still want to bully Lao Tzu with more people, tell you, there is no one I don't know in these ten miles and eight villages, dare to touch my hair, Lao Tzu can make you unable to get out of the Taoist temple Believe it or not?"

Xiaoyaozi didn't know the details of the sloppy old way, so he motioned to the seven junior disciples not to act rashly, and asked tentatively: "May I ask the master, do you know those big people?"

He was mainly afraid that this sloppy old man might really know a few people from the great sects of the earth, this time they came to the earth from the upper realm, after all, they were acting in secret, if it was really exposed, it would be difficult to explain to those big sects on the earth.

Although the Upper Realm has an advantage in strength, there are also quite powerful existences among the cultivators of the earth, and if the Upper Realm provokes the cultivation realm of the earth, then it is also a more tricky matter.

The sloppy old man pouted and said: "I'm afraid to scare you when I say it, all the widows in the village under the mountain are Lao Tzu's confidants, and the village chief under the mountain, Lao Tzu often drinks tea with him, which provokes Lao Tzu, believe it or not, hundreds of people are called in minutes, there are only eight of you in total, isn't it a piece of cake to clean you up?"

Xiaoyaozi has lost interest in talking to the sloppy old man, it seems that this sloppy old man is just an ordinary person, and a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"Everyone is a fellow Daoist, so the poor Dao came to do good deeds and sent you to become an immortal as soon as possible, what does the Lord think?"

The sloppy old man didn't seem to understand what he meant, and asked: "What do you mean, feather into an immortal, have you seen too much fantasy, Lao Tzu has been a monk for so long, and I haven't seen a feather, you won't be a fraud, do you want to frame me with such an unreliable lie, tell you, Lao Tzu is more shrewd than the crystal monkey." ”

"Second junior brother, hurry up and send this Dao Master to the Immortal Realm. ”

Xiaoyaozi didn't want to say a word to the sloppy old Taoist anymore, and said to an upper realm cultivator beside him.

The second junior brother sneered, and there was an extra long sword out of thin air in his hand, which made the sloppy old man surprised: "Are you magician, such a good skill, you should go to the Spring Festival Gala, right?"

The cultivators of the upper realm naturally didn't know what the Spring Festival Gala was, and when the second junior brother saw the sloppy old man's mouth full of nonsense, he swung his sword and stabbed the sloppy old man's throat.

A sloppy smile crossed his eyes, and he was so scared that he sat on the ground.

It didn't matter if he sat down, he just avoided the sword of the second junior brother, and the sword of the Upper Realm cultivator actually pierced the air.

"If you want to cut Lao Tzu in Lao Tzu's territory, do you people still have a little royal law!"

The sloppy old man seemed to be very frightened, and he also seemed to be very angry, and loudly protested.

The second senior brother was stunned for a moment, his swordsmanship was superb, and he almost never missed a shot when facing the enemy in the upper realm, but he didn't expect to kill this sloppy old man, which also made him very puzzled.

"Second junior brother, what's going on?"

Xiaoyaozi's face was a hint of annoyance, although the sloppy old man looked very embarrassed when he was frightened, but his second junior brother did not kill him in one move, which made him feel very faceless.

If the sloppy old Taoist is the head of the great sect of the earth, it is understandable, but he is clearly just an old money fan who doesn't know anything, and the second junior brother is really too substandard.

The reason why Xiaoyao Zizi concluded that the sloppy old Taoist was an ordinary person was because he did not feel the aura fluctuations on the sloppy old dao's body, which was an important criterion for judging whether the other party was a cultivator.

The second junior brother's face turned red, he really shouldn't have missed it, and just about to raise his sword to make up for it, a figure had already flashed beside him: "Second senior brother, you can't kill a mortal, it seems that your swordsmanship has regressed, look at the third junior brother, I can easily take his life." ”

The swordsmanship of the third junior brother was extremely fast, and the shot was even more vicious, and the long sword stabbed at the sloppy old man like a long rainbow through the sun, and at the same time, with a flick of his wrist, he covered several fatal positions on the sloppy old man's body, but the sloppy old man dodged in that direction, and he would be pierced by a sword.

Of course, he didn't think that the sloppy old Taoist would dodge, with the speed of his sword, let alone an ordinary person, even if it was a cultivator with profound attainments, it would be difficult to dodge.

But one of his swords was also pierced, and there was no trace of the sloppy old way in front of him.

He was stunned for a moment, wondering why the sloppy old man's speed could be so fast, and he quickly escaped from his sword net.

Suddenly, there was a sound under his feet, and he looked down to see that the sloppy old man was lying on the ground trembling, and his sword moves had been dodged in this way.

Xiaoyaozi's eyes flashed for a while, and he suddenly thought that something was wrong, that is, as long as he was a living person, there would be fluctuations in aura, and this sloppy old man did not have any aura fluctuations at all, unless he was a dead man or a super master, this would never happen.

He suddenly thought of a terrible thing, that is, the sloppy old man is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!

(End of chapter)