After the second prince respectfully answered the monk's question, he said, "These people have some difficulty communicating because we speak different languages. ”

"Hmm!"

The monk didn't seem to be surprised, the language barrier between them just nodded lightly, and then his gaze fell on Zhu Wei and them again.

"Where are you from, and how did you get here?" he said, unceremoniously getting to the point.

Zhu Mo and the others glanced at each other, and they all said that they were helpless, even if they came here, their language barrier still existed.

However, when people talk to them, they can't ignore them.

Moreover, that person didn't know what kind of method he used to cover up the spiritual power on his body, which made it impossible for people to see through the depths.

Although Zhu Wei didn't think that this person's cultivation was higher than his, based on his politeness to the local master, he still arched his hand and answered his question.

"This fellow Daoist, we are from the Tianze Continent, for some special reason, I strayed into this place, and I was disturbed, please forgive me!"

Because he didn't know what the monk's cultural question was, he introduced himself according to his usual habits.

The monk's slightly frowning brows slowly relaxed, and he smiled faintly: "Fellow Daoists have come from afar, and they must be more tired, so please come into the house and drink a cup of tea to relieve yourself!"

This time, the language he spoke was the same as what Zhu Wei said.

Zhu Wei was slightly surprised, but then showed a happy expression.

There is no obstacle to communication, and it is much more convenient to communicate.

Even Ye Xiaoman was taken aback in his heart, he didn't expect that this monk still knew the language of their Tianze Continent, who were they?

"Thank you, thank you, then we'll bother!" Zhu Wei said politely.

"Haha......" said the monk laughing, "nothing to please bother with, please come in and talk about it!"

He made a gesture of invitation, apparently not rejecting the arrival of several of them.

A few people followed the monk into a room that looked relatively spacious, and several people sat down as guests, and the attendants poured spiritual tea for them, and the monk turned his attention to them again.

"Let me introduce first, this place is called Luoxian Town, the old decay Ziyun, the person in charge of the town, they are the two grandsons of the old decay, the second son Zi Yicheng, the third Zi Yixuan, the eldest is called Zi Yiting, there is something to go out, I don't know what you call it?"

As he spoke, he always glanced at Zhu Mo and the others with his eyes, revealing some inquiry.

Especially, when he saw Ye Xiaoman's face with a momentary sluggish look on his face when he heard their names, his face became inexplicable.

"Under Zhu Xuan!"

"Under Zheng Yang!"

"Under Li Yifan!"

"Under Liu Yu!"

"My name is Ye Xiaoman!"

Ye Xiaoman?Ziyun frowned, feeling that something was wrong?

His face slowly fell silent, and his heart suddenly seemed like a mess, and for a while, he couldn't figure it out.

Ye Xiaoman took a sip of spiritual tea, and couldn't help but frown, I don't know what's going on, he always felt that Ziyun's gaze swept over her body intentionally or unintentionally.

This feeling is very bad, she doesn't understand, where the other party's intentions are, not to mention, with his current situation, he can't afford to provoke him!