Wu Zhongyuan led everyone to the inn to stay, and there were still five days before the opening of the saint's tomb.

In the past five days, Wu Zhongyuan warned the students behind him.

Don't make trouble, even if you do.

It is also necessary to wait until Wu Zhongyuan or the old madman is present, and he can also hear the meaning of Wu Zhongyuan's words.

However, just when Wu Zhongyuan was about to find the old madman, he found that the old madman had long since disappeared.

"This guy is still running around at this time. ”

"Forget it, the old man will accompany you to take a walk around this Zhongzhou City, so that you can open your eyes. Wu Zhongyuan said with a smile at everyone.

At this moment, in the teahouse, the old madman stepped into the second floor and looked around.

There seemed to be something in his eyes, but soon there was a gleam.

The corners of the old madman's mouth rose slightly, revealing a hint of a smile.

"Looks like you're really not worried about that kid in your family?" asked the old madman after sitting down on his own, looking at the old man in front of him.

"Hehe, I'm just curious about what kind of medicine this Confucianism sells in the gourd. The old man picked up the teacup in his hand, took a sip and said.

"Really, really not because of that kid in your family?" the old madman obviously didn't believe the words of the old man opposite.

"This time the tomb of the saint cannot be entered under the Nirvana realm. ”

"Even if something happens, what can you do?"

"What kind of ghost tea is this, it's so unpalatable!" the old madman took a sip of tea, and then looked bitter.

Seeing the old madman like this, the old man didn't do anything.

However, now the other tea guests around looked at the old madman with some displeasure, obviously thinking that the old madman did not know how to taste tea at all.

"In these years, really any cat and dog dare to taste tea. ”

"Who says it's not? I don't know which small family and small sect came out. ”

Hearing the sarcasm of the guests around him, the old man with the long sword in his arms looked at the old madman and smiled.

"I'll do it now, should it be fine?" asked the old madman, looking at the old man in front of him.

"This is my old man's teahouse, just don't embarrass me too much. The old man looked at the old madman and nodded.

Hearing the conversation between the old madman and the old man, the guests who were drinking tea around them suddenly got up unhappily.

Obviously, I think that the old madman is too big now?

But in the next second, I saw a cold glow.

The spear is unsheathed and then unsheathed.

When the spear was completely submerged in the scabbard, the entire second floor was instantly cleaned.

However, there are still some guests who stay on the second floor, but they are also a little surprised to look at the old madman.

As for the previous guests, they naturally fell to the ground outside.

All of them looked frightened, and they all understood.

It would have been easy for the old madman to kill them before.

"I really didn't expect that the gun-crazy old-timers would also appear here. ”

"Could it be that the gun-mad old-timers are also interested in the tomb of the saint?"

Among the remaining guests, there was a white robe with a golden python belt around his waist.

But the man who exuded the temperament of a scholar played with the folding fan in his hand, looked at the old madman and asked with a light smile.

"Who are you junior?, and you actually know the old man's name?" the old madman asked with some surprise as he looked at the man with a scholarly temperament in front of him.

"In the Lower Cangxia Holy Dynasty: Cangmu, I have seen the old man who is crazy with guns. Cang Mu humbly bent over and said to the old madman.

"Cangxia Holy Dynasty?Cangmu?Canglan, who are you?" the old madman seemed to think of something after chanting continuously.

"The old man remembered, you are the third son of Canglan and the third prince of the Cangxia Holy Dynasty, right?" the old madman suddenly thought of something, looked at Cang Mu and asked.

"Don't dare to call yourself a prince in front of the old-timers. Cang Mu said humbly, as if he didn't dare to provoke the old madman's displeasure.

"Yes, you know how to be a man compared to your father," seeing Cang Mu's appearance, the old madman nodded with satisfaction.

The old madman looked at the old man sitting with some curiosity.

Obviously curious, the old madman seems to be familiar with the Holy Monarch of the Cangxia Holy Dynasty: Canglan?

"Back then, I passed through the Cangxia Holy Dynasty, and Canglan was not the Cangxia Holy Monarch at that time. ”

"It's completely inexplicable to attack me, you also know what kind of character I have, can you bear it?"

"You gave him an arm by hand, and now you should hate me very much, right?"

"This time Cangxia Holy Dynasty, you are the only one, and your father didn't follow?" the old madman looked at Cang Mu and asked.

"Hehe, how could Lone not come?"

"But Lone really didn't expect to be able to meet you! Gun crazy! Lone's arm is really a faint pain!"

Before Cang Mu could speak, a momentum of dominating the world fell from the sky.

But before this momentum fell, the old man in front of the old madman shook his head helplessly.

Then he raised the long sword in his arms, and there was only a slight movement.

It was to stop the arrival of the Canglan Holy Monarch, which made the Canglan Holy Monarch's face a little embarrassed.

"This teahouse is entrusted by the old man, and I hope you don't ruin this place. The old man withdrew his sword, sat down lazily, and said.

"I didn't expect you to be here. In the teahouse on the second floor, four figures appeared in an instant.

Cang Mu lowered his head even more humbly, not only Cang Mu.

The strong men around him resolutely bowed their heads humbly, because they knew how noble the identities of the four in front of them were.

But this also shows how much the four holy dynasties care about the saint's tomb this time.

"Cang Lan, you probably didn't expect this person to be here, right?" Dongsheng Shengjun: Ying Weiyang, looked at Cang Lan and said playfully.

"Weiyang, don't talk about Canglan anymore, didn't you plan to come here just now?" The one who spoke was the Qingshu Holy Monarch: Song Lian.

"It seems that Song Lian, you and Bei Yanwu are very interested in the saint's tomb this time?" Ying Weiyang looked at Song Lian and Bei Yanwu beside Song Lian.

As the Holy Monarch of Beiyan, Beiyan Wu himself does not like words.

The other three Holy Monarchs were also accustomed to it, but everyone around them looked at the four in front of them in disbelief.

After all, the appearance of any of these four is enough to make people tremble.

The appearance of the four together also means the importance of the saint's tomb this time.

But Cang Mu had some doubts, naturally in Cang Mu's opinion.

In front of the old madman, who is this old man holding a long sword?

was able to resist his father's coercion, and his strength was on par with his father?

But just when Cang Mu was puzzled, Cang Lan smiled humbly at the old man with a long sword in his arms.

"You are also here, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Hearing Cang Lan's words, Cang Mu was already dumbfounded.

even doubted for a while, is this still his father in front of him, or the majestic Canglan Holy Monarch?