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Fang Xiaowu looked at Lao Dao and opened his mouth to speak, intending to ask the other party about the Tianmen Tower, but at this moment, there was suddenly another person outside the tavern gate.

The man was slightly chubby, quite tall, and the top of his head was shining, like a monk.

It's just that this person has an ugly appearance, and there is a sinister aura in his eyes, so whoever sees him, unless he has to get along with him, no one will look at him twice, so as not to offend him.

As soon as the monk entered the tavern, he shouted loudly for his men to eat with big fish and meat.

The man had already seen that this monk was not an idle person, and he did not dare to slack off at all, and after a few efforts, he brought big fish and meat, and waited carefully.

Fang Xiaowu secretly observed the monk and found that this guy's cultivation was not under that old way, and he secretly screamed in his heart.

What day is it?

In the past, I didn't meet a martial saint who entered the holy realm, but now I have met two people in a row, what big things will happen?

Fang Xiaowu originally wanted to say hello to that old Daoist, but he saw that the monk was eating very ugly, so he didn't make a sound, and planned to wait for this guy to finish eating and leave, and then it was not too late to ask that old Daoist about the news of Tianmen Tower, because Lao Dao ate very slowly, and he had no intention of leaving for a while.

After a while, the monk ate most of the wine and food, and I don't know whether he ate it on purpose or because he ate too much, and suddenly let out a big fart.

As the saying goes, a loud fart doesn't stink, and a stinky fart doesn't make a sound.

However, the monk's fart was not only smelly, but also powerful, and it shook the bench under his ass with a loud click.

Without waiting for Fang Xiaowu and the old Taoist priest to react, they saw that one of the two diners who had been sitting in the tavern long before Fang Xiaowu arrived, was an old man with gray hair who slept on the table, grabbed it on the table and got a chopstick.

Shout!

The old man flicked his fingers, used the chopsticks as marbles, and flew out in an instant, like lightning, and flew towards the monk.

The monk waved his palm, intending to smash the chopsticks, but the chopsticks were not only terrifyingly fast, but also filled with a strange aura.

The monk was startled and hurriedly pulled away, but the chopsticks had already flown close to him, and with a bang, they hit a pillar in the hall.

Then, the chopsticks bent like a bow, hissed, and shot back.

The monk thought that his cultivation was extraordinary and his strength was strong, and it was already quite embarrassing to dodge the chopsticks, and if he hid again at this moment, it would be tantamount to surrendering his identity.

Therefore, he did not dodge, but used all the yuan power, condensed it in his fingers, and flicked it outward, intending to smash the chopsticks to pieces, so that the person who made the chopsticks knew that he was not easy to mess with.

Crotch!

The monk's fingers were like flicking on a piece of metal, and instead of breaking the chopsticks, he was injured by the chopsticks, and blood flowed.

In an instant, the monk had avoided the chopsticks and let the chopsticks fly back into the old man's hand, but the old man was still lying on the table, not even showing his face, and only holding the chopsticks with two fingers, as if mocking the monk's incompetence.

When Fang Xiaowu saw it, he was very surprised.

When he came in before, he had also observed this old man who didn't know what he looked like, but when he looked at it, he didn't see how high the old man's cultivation was, and thought it was an ordinary old man, but what he never expected was that this old man would be a top master.

After Fang Xiaowu knew that the old man was a master, he couldn't help but look at the other diner in the corner.

The diner was dressed in black, slightly thin, wearing a special hat on his head, and he didn't know what kind of black veil was used to cover the edges, and no matter how strong his eyesight was, there was no way to penetrate and see his appearance.

Although this man in black is dressed as a man from head to toe, and his chest looks like a flat horse, Fang Xiaowu is not what he used to be, and he can't distinguish between male and female, and he faintly feels that the man in black is not a man, but a woman.

At this time, the man in black hid one hand in his sleeve, and the other hand was on the table, as if he wanted to make a move, but because the old man had already shot in front of her, he did not take any action.

Fang Xiaowu was observant and thought, "Could it be that the person that the ugly monk is really looking for is not the old man, but the man in black?" It's just that the old man is nosy, and unintentionally, he has done the man in black a favor. ”

"You...... Who are you?"

Although the monk was able to stop the blood, his injured finger still didn't feel the slightest feeling, as if he had been numb, and he was shocked and angry.

The old man smirked, lifted his head off the table, looked at the monk and smiled, "Who do you think I am?"

"Qiao Beiming!"

After the monk saw the old man's appearance clearly, he couldn't help but gasp, knowing that he had not lost unjustly at all.

It's only to blame himself for being too arrogant to find out that there are such characters in the tavern beforehand, otherwise, he wouldn't have farted casually.

"Ugly monk, since you know who I am, why don't you leave quickly? Do you really want me to beat you up so that you are happy. ”

Joe ...... Brother Qiao, the poor monk has no intention of being your enemy, and I hope you don't interfere in this matter. ”

"What's the matter?"

"The poor monk is looking for her. The ugly monk stretched out his finger and pointed at the man in black, and said coldly: "Su girl, even if you escape to the edge of the sky, no one can save you, follow me obediently, I won't hurt you." ”

The man in black didn't say a word, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The ugly monk was furious, and his other hand was slowly raised.

Qiao Beiming rolled his eyes upwards and said: "Ugly monk, the little girl is silent, naturally she is not willing to go with you, how can you say that she is also a high-level martial saint, do you really want to be strong for others?"

The ugly monk said: "Brother Qiao, don't you know, this girl is not an idle person, she ......"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a man in Tsing Yi striding into the tavern.

But seeing that this person has a tiger's back and a bear's waist, his instruments are extraordinary, and he looks like he is in his forties, and his eyes are quite bright, but he is not pressing, and he doesn't know where it is sacred.

"Who is Su Hongsleeve?" the man in Tsing Yi swept his eyes and asked.

"Who are you?" the ugly monk stared sideways at the man in Tsing Yi, his eyes extremely jealous.

"You're not qualified to ask. The man in Tsing Yi said.

"Hmph, although my ugly monk is not a peerless powerhouse, he is by no means an ordinary martial saint, you ......"

"Get out!"

Before the words fell, the man in Tsing Yi suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it, just like an antelope hanging its horns, and there was no trace to be found.

Between the lightning and the fire, I don't know what happened, the ugly monk suddenly felt that his arm was numb, and the person had been taken out of the tavern, and he had no power to fight back in front of the man in Tsing Yi, and if the man in Tsing Yi wanted to kill him, he would raise his hand and throw his feet. The man strode into the tavern.

But seeing that this person has a tiger's back and a bear's waist, his instruments are extraordinary, and he looks like he is in his forties, and his eyes are quite bright, but he is not pressing, and he doesn't know where it is sacred.

"Who is Su Hongsleeve?" the man in Tsing Yi swept his eyes and asked.

"Who are you?" the ugly monk stared sideways at the man in Tsing Yi, his eyes extremely jealous.

"You're not qualified to ask. The man in Tsing Yi said.

"Hmph, although my ugly monk is not a peerless powerhouse, he is by no means an ordinary martial saint, you ......"

"Get out!"

Before the words fell, the man in Tsing Yi suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it, just like an antelope hanging its horns, and there was no trace to be found.

Between the lightning and the fire, I don't know what happened, the ugly monk suddenly felt that his arm was numb, and the person had been taken out of the tavern, and he had no power to fight back in front of the man in Tsing Yi, and if the man in Tsing Yi wanted to kill him, he would raise his hand and throw his feet.