Three days passed after Feng Jiao received Huang Shurong's warning.

In the afternoon of this day, after seeing off the guests, Feng Jiao made bone slag ball noodles for everyone.

Qian Mo mixed some balsamic vinegar and chili sauce into the noodles, and while eating, he said to everyone: "In my opinion, what that banshee cultivator Huang Shurong said can't be fully believed. Didn't she say how powerful that Huang Yuan Daxian was? In my opinion, just a yellow-skinned demon cultivator dares to be arrogant and call himself a great immortal, which is really shameless! ”

"We're not careful to avoid people's eyes. But that Huang Yuan Daxian has never come to the door. This only shows that he is a bluffing turtle with a shrunken head! ”

Looking at Qian Mo, who kept complaining while eating noodles, Feng Jiao twitched the corner of her mouth, and said angrily and funny: "How can anyone like you still expect others to come to the door." ”

"Qianmo, don't talk about it." Yun Shen also shook his head and smiled: "Haven't you heard that saying, some people can't stand it." If you say he's going to pop up in front of you. ”

Qian Mo took a bite of noodles, pouted disdainfully, and said, "Then let him come!" It just so happened that the young man's hands were itchy. As long as that Huang Yuan Daxian dares to come, I will definitely beat him all over the ground to find teeth! ”

Speaking of this, he said to Yun Shen and Lingshan as if grabbing credit: "If that Huangyuan Great Immortal really comes, none of you are allowed to help, I will deal with him by myself!" ”

Maybe it's because of Yunshen's words, some people can't stand the words of others.

Before Qianmo's words fell, everyone felt that there was a coercive force from the top powerhouse descending from the sky!

Of course, that feeling is just a feeling, letting them know that someone is coming outside.

Because of the protection of the formation arranged by the spirit cedar, the entire Fengfu wine shop was not affected by the power of this coercion like Mount Tai.

Along with this coercive force falling from the sky, a somewhat sharp and astringent, uncomfortable-sounding voice suddenly sounded.

"Feng Jiao girl, don't get out of here and die, and return the life of my grandson Huang Gaode!"

"Heh, it's really that Huang Yuan Daxian?" Qian Mo said as he finished eating the last bite of noodles in the bowl, calmly put the dishes and chopsticks aside, and smiled at Feng Jiao: "Miss Feng Jiao, I'll go and drive him away." When I get back, don't you forget to add chicken legs to my next meal? ”

When Lingshan arranged the formation to drive away Boss Dou before, he talked to them about adding chicken legs for good performance.

It's just that he was forced to give up the opportunity to add chicken legs to Ling Yuan.

For this reason, Qian Mo was also envious for a while, and felt that if it was himself, it would be a good way to eat the chicken leg first and then go to the master to receive the punishment.

Now that he has been secretly looking forward to it for a long time, the opportunity to add chicken legs to himself has finally come, how can he not grasp it tightly.

Qian Mo didn't have the slightest pressure of facing a demon cultivator who was about to face a Xuan-level Huang and other immortal emperor cultivators, but instead had some expectations, and walked out with bright eyes.

"How about we all go out and have a look?" Feng Jiao asked cautiously.

Ling Yuan nodded, turned into a black cat, jumped on Feng Jiao's shoulder, and asked her to take him to the door of the wine shop.

Lingshan, Yun Shen, and Xing'er also hurriedly followed.