It was already afternoon, but there were not many people in the tea shed.

There are three religions and nine streams here, everything. The people in the capital are the same, when they are idle, they always have to find a place to pass the time and have fun, and the teahouse is undoubtedly a good place to go.

Order a pot of tea casually, drink tea, and you can chat with the person next to you for an afternoon.

It's not strange to talk to people in a teahouse, or even sit down, after all, everyone sitting here is the same kind of person.

And Xia Yunmo and Gongsun Lan don't seem to be people who should sit in such an open-air tea shed.

They look clean and noble, and they should go to a big teahouse like Taiheju and drink eight hundred and one bags of tea.

Eight hundred is eight big money, the uncle in the capital pays attention to chess and cards, and eight money is not as good as eight hundred.

As the saying goes, "things gather by like, and people are divided by groups", no matter where you put it, you can't be wrong.

Therefore, no one talked to Xia Yunmo and them, let alone sat with them.

Now, Mu Daoren stood up and was talking to Xia Yunmo.

The two of them laughed and talked, but there seemed to be a spark between their eyes.

Two cold murderous auras, intertwined and entangled.

Mu Daoren still had a smile on his face, but in his heart, he couldn't wait to stab Xia Yunmo twice.

He has been operating the Ghost Villa for many years, and it took a lot of time and effort to get the Ghost Villa what it is now, but in just a few days, he made wedding dresses for others, no matter how good his temper was, he couldn't help but be angry.

Moreover, this "sword master" Xia Yunmo seems to have known his true identity, the old knife handle.

As the most honorable elder in Wudang, Mudaoren is respected, and his identity as an old knife handle must not be known to outsiders.

Once it spreads, the reputation will be ruined, and there will be no possibility of being called the head of Wudang.

Xia Yunmo said with a smile: "Seniors, please sit down, juniors have a lot of things they want to ask their seniors for." ”

Mu Dao Ren smiled and said: "I don't dare to ask for advice, but if you have doubts, Lao Dao is older and knows more, and he may be able to solve your doubts." ”

Mu Daoren sat down with a smile, his attitude was indifferent and elegant, and he looked like a master of red dust.

Xia Yunmo poured a cup of tea, handed it to Mu Daoren, and then picked up his teacup again, and said with a smile: "The predecessor is a master, I will replace the wine with tea first, and toast the predecessor with a cup." ”

With that, he pushed the teacup forward slightly.

Mu Daoren also picked up the teacup and said, "The sword master toasts, it really makes the old Taoist ashamed, ashamed." ”

They used tea as wine, and the two cups unconsciously touched each other.

Just in an instant, it was as if a force was coming from the collision of the two wine glasses.

The two forces condensed but did not disperse, just around this tea table, except for Xia Yunmo and Mu Daoren, only Gongsun Lan could feel it.

The strength is restrained, and even the wooden table and teacups are not broken.

The manipulation of the internal force by the two people has long been free to send and receive, like an arm and a finger.

Two equally sharp forces, two equally vast forces, collided together, and Gongsun Lan, who was a bystander, couldn't help but use internal force to resist these two forces.

Xia Yunmo had already been able to sense a terrifying internal force coming from the opponent's wine glass, and among the masters Xia Yunmo had encountered, perhaps only the Iron Courage God could compete with it.

However, the internal strength of the iron courage is profound, mainly relying on the improvement of the Dafa of absorbing power, and the internal force is not pure, if it is really competing with the Mudao people for internal strength, it may be defeated in less than half an hour.

The cultivation of the Mu Dao people is the authentic Taoist internal strength, and with the increase of age, the internal force has become more and more profound and pure.

In the rivers and lakes, young people always have many advantages, they are full of physical strength and have infinite energy.

But the old-timers have two advantages, which are difficult for young people to compare.

The older the grade, the higher the seniority, whether you see it, you must be respectful, otherwise you will not respect your seniors.

The older they get, the longer they spend practicing martial arts, and the deeper their internal skills become.

But the Mu Dao people are not comfortable at the moment, Xia Yunmo's Xuantian Gong is the most mysterious internal strength in the world, although it is not as deep as the Mu Dao people's internal strength, but it is more refined and mysterious.

And his internal strength realm has long been a wishful state, and at this time, he can also fight with Mudao people.

The foreheads of the two began to sweat, and their bodies seemed to tremble slightly.

The true qi of the two of them is already like an arrow, and they are on the back of a tiger, and it is too late to take it back.

The forces of both sides are so strong that once one withdraws, the forces of the other side will pour like a mountain and smash themselves into meat sauce.

Originally, they just wanted to try each other's catties, but before they knew it, they had fallen into a situation of not dying.

There are only two ways for them to withdraw.

The first method is to let another master intervene and collect the edges of both of them like sheaths.

But is there really such a person in this world?

The second is the power of one side, far exceeding the power of the other.

But now, both of them have used all their internal strength, and there is no longer a hand.

Gongsun Lan held her breath, she knew that now Xia Yunmo had used all her strength to compete with the Mudao people, this

When it is time to escape, it is undoubtedly the best time.

But she still wanted to see who the two of them won and who lost.

Moreover, in the dark, there seems to be a qi machine, which locks her as if nothing, which makes her dare not act rashly.

With a "click", the two cups broke at the same time, the tea spilled on the hands of the two, and the tea also poured out.

In the long competition, the two were exhausted, and their internal strength finally couldn't help but leak out, and they couldn't do it as mellow and free as they did at the beginning.

The four palms suddenly joined together, and did not interrupt their competition because of the broken teacup.

On the contrary, there is no teacup, and the competition between the two is more direct.

Are the two really going to fall into a situation where they are not going to die?

No, not yet.

Xia Yunmo's eyes suddenly became very bright, and he laughed loudly: "Why was the Taoist chief careless and knocked down all the tea." ”

Mu Daoren was shocked, he could still speak.

At this time, Xia Yunmo's body exuded a faint golden light, and there was also a sense of sacred majesty.

Then, Xia Yunmo suddenly threw his hand, his body was slightly on one side, and the power of Wan Jun, in his hand, seemed to become very light, very light.

And when Xia Yunmo let go, the power in the hands of the wooden road man had nowhere to control, and his body had leaned forward uncontrollably and fell to the ground.

Just when he was about to fall into the mud, a strong hand suddenly held him up.

Xia Yunmo helped the wooden Taoist up and said with a smile: "Dao Chief, isn't it just that two teacups are broken?" There's no need to apologize for the sin with death, it's a big deal that I paid for these two teacups. ”

Mu Daoren looked at Xia Yunmo, and his face had become ugly.