Bai Cheng looked around for a moment and whispered in a voice that only Zhou Bei and Lin Han could hear: "I took a look just now, and on this street alone, there are no less than eight Grandmaster-level cultivators, and there are no less than thirty other people with a little cultivation. It seems that the attraction of that crater is bigger than we thought. ”

Zhou Bei said confidently: "It doesn't matter how many grandmasters there are, you must know that we have two heavenly masters here." If there really is any treasure, it can only be in our pocket. ”

Bai Cheng shook his head, then pointed to a place on the second floor of the restaurant opposite and said, "This time, I'm afraid it won't be as easy as you say." ”

Zhou Bei turned his head to look and found that there were also three people sitting on the second floor against the railing.

A young man looks like a young man, wearing a black wide robe, his hair hangs down behind his head, his appearance is handsome, revealing a strange aura, and there are two red marks of Danfeng at the corners of his eyes.

The other was a white-haired old man, with a pale face and a black robe, who wrapped himself tightly as if he was afraid of the cold.

As for the last man, he was the most peculiar, he also had white hair, but he was burly, and he was obviously a young man. He wears a human skin mask on his face, which covers his appearance and looks hideous.

The guests around this table were far away from them, as if they were hiding from the plague god.

Although Zhou Bei had just been promoted to the Grandmaster realm, he could also sense the wisps of yin qi emanating from these three people.

"These people are ghost cultivators?" He asked, surprised.

Bai Cheng nodded, "It's not just ghost cultivation, but it's not easy to cultivate." The old man over there, even I can't feel his breath, he doesn't seem to have breathed a breath from beginning to end, but this person is definitely not a zombie puppet, but a real living person. Qi refining kung fu has reached this point, which can be regarded as the pinnacle. ”

Lin Han had already noticed that table of ghost cultivation, cultivation was indeed not simple, and on this street, it was the strongest group.

At this moment, there was an exclamation from downstairs of his restaurant.

Immediately after, there was the sound of a thump on the stairs.

I saw that this time there were four Taoist priests wearing dark blue robes, the oldest of them was about thirty-five years old, and the remaining three were all in the age before they arrived.

These four Taoist priests were dressed in extremely simple clothes, with a Taoist bun on their heads and a peachwood sword on their backs, as if they had just come out of the costume set. But the kind of dusty temperament that they exude shows that they are true cultivators with cultivation.

Lin Han noticed that three of the four people had wooden hairpins on their heads, and only one of the twenty-five or sixteen-year-old handsome Taoist priests had hostas on their heads.

At this moment, there was only the last empty table on the second floor that leaned against the railing, but there were four tables between them and Lin Han, and the four of them were sitting there at a distance.

When Zhou Bei saw these four Taoist priests, his expression changed, and his mood fluctuated for a short time.

Lin Han noticed this, and when he was about to ask him, the other people at the table also exclaimed in surprise and muttered quietly.

"This robe, they are from Maoshan!"

"That's right, looking at their dress, not only the disciples of the Maoshan faction, but also the inner disciples!"

"If I'm not mistaken, the Taoist priest with a hosta on his bun should be the Taoist of the Maoshan faction today, Fang Xuanji!"

"It should be the first person of the inner disciple, Fang Xuanji is undoubted!"

"I can't imagine that Maoshan not only sent people, but also dispatched contemporary Daozi!"

Hearing the words of those people, Lin Han finally understood why Zhou Bei had mood swings. After all, he was also an outer disciple of Maoshan Dao back then, and when he saw the appearance of his fellow disciples, he would naturally feel a little touched.

"Why, when you see your junior and nephew appear, do you feel emotional?" Lin Han asked teasingly.

Hearing this, Zhou Bei smiled bitterly.

"Mr. Lin, I'm just an outer disciple, and I'm no different from a miscellaneous servant in the master's sect, how can I be qualified to be an uncle of an inner disciple, don't make fun of me. I just didn't expect that Maoshan would send Daozi to come. ”

Lin Han was puzzled: "What does that Daozi mean?" ”

"Daozi is the name of the first person of the younger generation of Maoshan Road. All the inner disciples dream of becoming a Taoist, because the Taoist is cultivated as the next head of the sect. The status is not comparable to that of ordinary disciples. ”

Zhou Bei said in a deep voice: "Maoshan sent Daozi this time, firstly, it is estimated that he wants to take this opportunity to experience this future master, and secondly, it also shows how much they attach importance to the things in the Qinling Mountains. You must know that the cultivation of the Dao is not much better than those elders in the sect, and it may even be stronger. ”

At this time, the four people from Maoshan who had already sat down to drink tea also noticed the table of ghost cultivators in the restaurant opposite, and the Taoist priest in his thirties said contemptuously: "Now."