The little restaurant is a little weird.

There are five wooden tables, two by two, and the last one stands alone, resting in the innermost part of the corridor near the white curtain of the back kitchen, and it is this one of the idle wooden tables.

It was also particularly strange in the dining room, first of all, the wooden table in front of the four-table monks who had come earlier was also empty, there were no steaming chunks of Xuan Beast meat, and there were no cheap jars of turbid wine, which did not look like a place to eat at all

The second is that it is too quiet, and the other four tables full of diners are not like the secular scholars of the secular academy who are shyly answering, unable to open their faces, or uphold the sage precept of "eating and silently", all of them are rough men with golden swords and black hair.

There are a few differences, and those who are slightly handsome also have coiled scars on their faces, and just one glance can make people think of the three big words "not easy to mess with".

They are all wearing some kind of leather armor made of rough skin of the mysterious beast, and the surface of the leather armor under the closer look has a dark flow pattern change, which is different from the ordinary road goods that can be seen everywhere, and it can be regarded as a low-level threshold of armor and armor, especially the two monks who sit on the outermost edge of the two wooden tables near the door, the color of the dark lines on the armor is more deep, although it is still a low-level armor, but it is obviously also a high-grade product in the lower level.

Looking at his general situation, Wu Chen denied that the other party and his party were from the military monks under the command of General Fan, who was a close confidant of the lord of the Heavenly Dao Mansion who had settled in Demon Horn Town.

For ordinary monks in the army, even low-level Xuanjia is too luxurious, probably only the direct line of the city lord of the Heavenly Dao Mansion has such armor treatment, after all, for the tens of thousands of monks under the jurisdiction of the entire Beizhou Heavenly Dao Mansion, it is still difficult to bear a standard Xuanjia with nearly dozens of purple Xuanjing in each person's hands, not that they can't afford this Xuanjing at all, but that the refiners in Beizhou are as scarce as array masters and pharmacists, and it is difficult to meet such a large number of orders, and the Tiandao Mansion is indeed shy in the library.

The position of Xuanjia's heart was printed with a dark red silk thread, with a spike of blood-dripping wide knife pattern, Wu Chen guessed that the other party was probably the alliance composed of scattered cultivators that had recently emerged in Demon Horn Town, or the initial appearance of a sect.

It's just that for these loose cultivators, there is still a long, long way to go to turn these loose alliances into a real cultivation sect that can gather strength and make fists.

There are a total of eight monks, and the cultivation is not weak, at least for casual cultivation, six Xuan generals are scattered to cultivate, and the two monks who are thin and strong near the door have reached the early stage of the Xuan Master, even if these eight people are placed in the Tiandao Mansion monk army, they are only afraid that they will be a team that is not weak, I didn't expect such a lineup to appear in the scattered cultivation.

It's just the good luck of Wu Chen and the others, the patterns on the Xuanpi armor of several people are from an emerging sect called "Divine Sword Gate", the master of this Divine Sword Gate is a little famous, and he is the first casual cultivator to break through to the Xuan King class among the tens of thousands of scattered cultivators in Demon Horn Town, and it is rumored that this Divine Sword Sect master is one of the few monks who can return alive from the core area of the dense forest in the dark valley.

And this Divine Sword Sect Master is also one of the first monks to gather scattered cultivation and self-organized sects, as the first person who dares to eat crabs, he is naturally mixed with wind and water, and the income is full of money, and nearly sixty or seventy percent of the slightly stronger people in the scattered cultivation have gathered under the Divine Sword Sect created by this scattered cultivator, and the Divine Sword Sect has faintly become the uncrowned king of the few scattered cultivation sects.

The two monks, one thin and one strong, are naturally not ordinary people, they are known as the right-hand men of the master of the Divine Sword Gate, the left and right protectors, and they are the two of the most popular in the Divine Sword Sect.

The thinner monk is not very thin, but compared to the other muscular and powerful peers, he is indeed a "small man" with a thin body. There is a rugged scar on the face, with the cheek as the source, all the way to the back of the ear root of the neck and spine, it is also extremely severe, a slam blow to life and death, if there is no rugged and ugly scar, in addition to the handsome face, I am afraid that it will be peach luck, the thinner monk has a slightly awkward name, Wang Chongjian, think about going back to the ancestors of several generations is also a child of a family.

Another rough-faced Xuanshi monk does not have so many backgrounds, is a wild child who has been abandoned by his parents since he was a child, stumbling in the bottom, crawling and rolling, and the things he has experienced are only afraid that two thick books can not be written, originally just a low-level casual cultivation that does not enter the stream, caught up with the first wave of opportunities for the sudden change of the dense forest in the dark valley, and stepped into the early stage of the Xuanshi who dared to dare to fight and dare not to die"Barbarian" is very consistent with his appearance.

Wu Chen looked at everyone straight forward, especially at Wang Jian and the barbarian, and the two of them naturally looked at Wu Chen and Yun Banfan without concealment, especially Wang Qian's eyes greedily swept on Yun Banfan's faintly graceful back, but it was a pity that Yun Banfan sat facing Wu Chen's back with his back to everyone, but when he passed by the wooden table at the door, he still hurriedly glanced at Yun Banfan's stunning face, and Wang Jian had quietly made a small calculation in his heart at this time.

As for Wu Chen, he was not put in the eyes of Wang Chongjian at all, the Divine Sword Gate was the real crowned king of the Scattered Cultivation Sect in his eyes, with Wang Chongjian's status in the Divine Sword Sect becoming more and more elevated, his actions were becoming more and more public, and Zhang Yang naturally had the capital to be public, Wang Chongjian's cultivation talent was not weak, and he was only one foot away from the door to kick open the door of the middle stage of the Xuan Master, so he naturally didn't care about Wu Chen, an ordinary monk in unobtrusive clothes.

And what Wu Chen did this time, in case of trouble, he also changed into an ordinary clothes that were not eye-catching when he left the Beizhou Tiandao Tower, of course, he didn't spend a single Xuanjing.

Not far away, in the town of Devil's Horn, in an ordinary house, a young-looking, half-naked monk, with only a pair of fat half-cut shorts on the lower body, was pointing to the empty bamboo rack in front of him, which was originally full of a complete set of regular clothes, and all kinds of filthy words were also endless.

Wu Chen, who was sensitive, suddenly sneezed, and after a little calculation, he got a rough idea, a smile appeared on his face, and he secretly said the word "borrow" in his heart, which was naturally borrowed but not repaid.

Just as Wang Chongjian didn't put Wu Chen in his eyes, Wu Chen naturally didn't put the other party in his eyes, not only Wang Chongjian, but all the Divine Sword Sect monks including him.

Behind the curtains, there was a sultry fragrance, which was the reason why Wu Chen chose the small restaurant here.

The thud of the iron spoon against the iron pot behind the white curtain was no longer there, followed by the sound of clear footsteps.