"Woo woo ......" At this moment, the little Taoist priest behind him suddenly let out a whining sound, it turned out that he was too anxious to chew and swallow, and he choked on a mouthful of chicken thigh meat, and it happened that the original cup of water on the table was just hit by the wisp of cold air that Lao Dao threw away, and at this moment it was silently frozen into ice lumps.

It's good now, the little Taoist is still young, and he has not yet entered the martial arts cultivation, and the ice in the cup is completely incapable of dissolving. Choked without even a glass of water, the little Taoist priest suddenly held his hands around his neck, and wanted to open his mouth but couldn't make any sound at all, which was extremely uncomfortable.

And the old man with his back to him was speculating on something at the moment, and he didn't notice the little accident behind him, and the little Taoist priest was so suffocated that he rolled his eyes, and tilted his head and fell back.

Fortunately, before he fell, he threw out the spring roll in his hand with his right hand, and hit Lao Dao's crown impartially.

"Stinky little ghost, you eat yours, why do you take things and throw them at me...... My ancestors!" The old man scolded and turned his head, and found that the little Taoist priest had fallen in front of the table, his little face was already purple, and he suddenly screamed in fright, and hurriedly rushed forward.

"The dish is poisonous!" Before he could tell the difference, the old man picked up the little Taoist priest and shouted, caring is chaotic, he only thinks that the food is poisonous, and someone wants to harm the baby apprentice in his arms.

In a hurry, Lao Dao turned around and kicked the wall, and as soon as his body turned, he hugged the little Taoist priest and went straight to the sky, which was actually a great power in the world.

In the roar, the two of them swept quickly between the hundreds of rivers and rivers, and the old man in the sky shouted at the same time while flying in the air: "Hold on, Master, take you back to Daoyuan, you can't have an accident, the old man is still pointing at you to give me a face for the Dao Cliff!"

There was a hint of crying when he spoke, and he felt like he was in tears.

The little Taoist priest in his arms was so angry when he heard the words that he was so angry that he was out of his body, smoking above his head, he firmly grabbed the collar of the old Taoist with one hand and pulled it, and pointed at his throat with the last strength with the other hand.

In a panic, the old man finally saw the clue, and his figure suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then an inexplicable expression appeared on his face.

"It turned out that I choked, what a fool, how can I have such a foolish apprentice as you?" Lao Dao was speechless, and then lifted Xiaodao's foot, and patted Xiaodao's back lightly with his other hand, and patted the food blocked in the mouth of Xiaodao.

When the foreign body exited, the little Taoist priest immediately coughed violently, and his complexion gradually recovered, and he felt like he was back in the world in a trance. Recalling everything Lao Dao had done just now, his immature little face suddenly turned red again, and his heart was angry.

"Ahem, how can I have a master like you! Every day I still claim to be the living three immortals of the primordial Daoyuan, I bah! I think the two immortals are true, plus a bad old man who deceives the world and steals his name, and his old eyes are dizzy. The more Daozi Qianqiu spoke, the more angry he became, and when he opened his mouth, he was full of witty words and fragrant mouths.

He only felt that his master's brain was lacking in tendons, and he looked like he was an unworldly master who boasted to himself every day, which was like an old man in the market.

"You...... You dare to say that about your master!" Dao Wuya was sprayed with a mouthful of old blood and almost spit it out, and he also smeared fragrant honey in his mouth, and Yuyin broadcast.

"Little rabbit cub, if I didn't help you shoot that mouthful of food, you would have gone to see Hades Laozi!"

"Old bastard, master, I almost suffocated you in the back, you don't even look back, are you a donkey?

"You choked so much that you can blame others? I stuffed the chicken leg in the mouth of this little rabbit cub for you, and you still sued the wicked first?"

"It's not that you old bastard can't walk when you see the food, you have to go into the Tianxiang Building to taste the saltiness, but you don't eat the food when you order it, is it a waste if I don't eat it?"

"I'm angry, I'll throw you down, you fly by yourself!" Dao Wuyan has lived for most of his life, and in terms of cultivation as a generation, even in the entire Dongzhou Dao world, he is a big man, and anyone who sees it has to be respected, but when it comes to the benefits of his tongue, how can he compare with this hairy boy who has been in the market since he was a child, a few quarrels, and he suddenly blew his beard and glared, and he was angry to let go of his hand and throw down Daozi Qianqiu above the sky.

"You are casual, it's a big deal that you will be a good man again in eighteen years, but if someone can't receive a disciple when he goes back, he will be ridiculed behind his back!"

Of course, the Tao Wuyan will not let go, the little Taoist priest in his arms is a rare heavenly spirit body, the body is self-generated aura, once the practice is a thousand miles a day, what is even more rare is that it is also born with the best cultivation of the Tao outside the Taoist heart, such a treasure has never been encountered in the long years that he has traveled the world.

If a person in the Daomen lineage accepts apprentices, then you have to pay attention to a love and I will, even if you fancy a late-born junior, if you want to pass on his mantle, you have to ask for the consent of others. It took even immortal figures such as Dao Wuya a few months of soft grinding, hard bubbles, and sugar-coated shells to persuade Daozi Qianqiu to leave the market and follow him, and named him Daozi Qianqiu.

Dao Wuya bothered so much to take him into his door, and where was he willing to let him suffer the slightest grievance.

But even so, he is also a master of the world after all, even if he knows that he can't say it, he doesn't want to forgive people, just like that, the two of them spit fragrantly, and the other jade sound is broadcast, accompanied by "words of praise" such as "little rabbit cub" and "old bastard", all the way to the east.

Everything that happened in the Tianxiang Kingdom Color Building quickly spread in Dihai City, although similar martial arts conflicts have emerged in the city in an endless stream these days, but compared to the collisions between those veteran martial artists, the competition between young geniuses is obviously more talked about.

Therefore, the record of defeating Wu Zifeng with one sword also made the name Mochen quickly spread all over Dihai City, making many people remember this young man.

Within the Nine Cities, martial arts geniuses who can be stronger than Wu Zifeng are rare, and it is even more difficult to find someone in the younger generation who can defeat him and escape unharmed, if it weren't for the fact that there were many witnesses at that time, few people believed it.

At this moment, Mo Chen was completely unaware of the commotion caused by his whim, he returned to the inn relaxedly, returned to the bed and sat cross-legged, with a slight regret in his heart.

Wu Zifeng is already a rare genius, even if he wins him, it is not easy to turn over, even if he suppresses his cultivation, there is still no pressure, so it seems that if he wants to prove what he can do now, he will only be a real strong man on the day of martial arts.

While thinking about it, he suddenly remembered the mysterious picture scroll that escaped into the center of his eyebrows, and then he read into the sea of knowledge, directly took out the picture scroll, unfolded it and spread it on the table in the room.

These days, as soon as Mochen has time, he will take it out and study the function carefully, but he has no clue that it has been a hundred days, what kind of treasure is this, why did it appear out of thin air after the ancient book disappeared and merged into the sea of knowledge?

As early as in the ice cave, he tried to use telekinesis to integrate into it, thinking that he could use the magic of telekinesis to help him understand this treasure, but found that once telekinesis was integrated into the picture scroll, it would sink like a stone into the sea, and he would not find it.

If the supreme thought is an arm of one's own, then it feels as if someone has cut it off when it is integrated into the scroll.

At that time, he was frightened, thinking that the scroll had swallowed the telekinesis, but then he realized that this was not the case, and when he wanted to retract the telekinesis, the telekinesis was completely withdrawn from the scroll.

He didn't have any other ideas in the ice cave, and after seeing the light of day again, he had a lot of ideas in his mind, but these days, Mo Chen used all the methods he could think of in his head, and the picture scroll still didn't change at all.

He even tried the popular method of blistering with water and roasting with fire, but it still had no effect, and the only thing he found was that no matter how he tossed it, the seemingly ordinary blank painting scroll would not be damaged in the slightest.

There was no change today, Mo Chen shook his head, and was about to put the scroll into his body when there was a sudden knock on the door.