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"Slow down!" The thin male cultivator knew that once Xiao Bieli had the upper hand, he would have a big fight next, and hurriedly shouted, "The old man has something to say." ”

Say. ”

Xiao Bieli exuded a powerful momentum, and his gaze was not compelling, but at this time, it was like two little suns, scorching and scorching.

The thin man said: "Xiao farewell, now, the old man has to ask you solemnly, do you really want to take care of this matter?"

"Nonsense. ”

"Okay, then we'll see, you'll pay the price you deserve for what you did today, go!"

After the thin male cultivator finished speaking, he glared at Xiao Farewell coldly, flew backwards, and disappeared in an instant in a flash.

At about the same time, the ugly monk jumped into the air, turned into a flash of lightning and disappeared into the sky.

As soon as the two of them left, Qiao Beiming was full of curiosity and asked, "Little girl, what happened to your ring door?"

The man in black said lightly: "It's none of your business. ”

Qiao Beiming shouted: "You girl is really, if it weren't for me just now, you would have been arrested by the ugly monk a long time ago, I am kind enough to ask you now, but you said such hurtful words, it is really kind and not rewarded, I would have ...... if I knew this."

With a "bang", the sleeves of the man in black shook, and a gold ingot flew out, landed steadily on the table, and said: "You old monster is both good and evil, I can't afford to provoke it, can't I still hide?" Senior Xiao, I'll go with you." ”

"Good. ”

Xiao Bieli didn't look back at all, and went forward.

The man in black chased after him and followed Xiao Bieli.

After a while, the two drifted apart, and finally disappeared at the end of the avenue.

At this moment, the old man stood up and threw a piece of broken silver on the table, clearly full of wine and food, and planned to settle the bill and leave the tavern.

Seeing that he was leaving, Fang Xiaowu hurriedly said, "The road is long and slow. ”

The old man was stunned and asked, "Little brother, are you in trouble?"

Fang Xiaowu nodded and said, "I want to ask the Dao Master about something." ”

The old man smiled and said, "What's the matter?"

"I don't know if Chang Ke has ever heard of this place in Tianmen Tower?" Fang Xiaowu said, thinking that this old Taoist looked approachable, even if he didn't know Tianmen Tower, then this time he could be regarded as knowing him, if he could meet again in the future, it would be once born and twice matured.

Qiao Beiming had already buried his head on the table and continued to sleep on his own, when he suddenly heard Fang Xiaowu ask about "Tianmen Tower", and his heart was surprised.

But he has a quirky personality, and he is one of the seven "weirdos" in the world, and he knows what the "Tianmen Tower" is, but he is still quiet.

At this time, the old Dao had already smiled at the other party and said, "Little brother, do you want to find Tianmen Tower?"

Fang Xiaowu was about to speak, when he suddenly heard Qiao Beiming cough and muttered: "Dog, do you think I don't know who you are?" When you are full, leave quickly, don't disturb my rest, I am in a good mood today, I don't plan to kill the dog, count your luck." ”

When the old Taoist heard this, his face turned pale, and he hurriedly turned around and ran out, not even daring to show his body technique.

Fang Xiaowu was stunned, thinking to himself that I had lost my eyes, this old man was not a good person?

He glanced at Qiao Beiming's figure suspiciously, and secretly thought: "Listen to Su Hongsleeve, this old monster is both good and evil, I still don't want to provoke him, so as not to get into trouble and find myself bored." ”

After thinking about it, he settled the account, walked out of the tavern, and continued to explore the news of Tianmen Tower.

At dusk, Fang Xiaowu turned around, still found nothing, and somehow, he came to the door of the tavern again.

Fang Xiaowu looked inside and found that Qiao Beiming was still sleeping on the table, and the guy didn't care about him, just like he opened this tavern.

Fang Xiaowu stood in place and thought for a while, then strode into the tavern.

Like noon, Fang Xiaowu asked for a few side dishes and a pot of hot wine, ate and drank slowly, and glanced at Qiao Beiming from time to time, but to see how long he could sleep.

At the time of the hand-lit, the tavern hall is lit up as bright as day.

Fang Xiaowu's appetite was already big, if he didn't eat it, he couldn't stop it, and by now, he had eaten almost eight people's portions.

Seeing that Fang Xiaowu was so able to eat, the guy was surprised on the one hand, but secretly happy on the other.

Because the more Fang Xiaowu ate, it meant that Fang Xiaowu's appetite was very good, and maybe as soon as he was happy, he would have more money to reward him.

It was getting darker and darker, and it was already completely dark outside.

Fang Xiaowu observed Qiao Beiming no less than eighteen times, and saw that this old monster was like a dead man, and he didn't even move, and couldn't help but think: "Is this old guy really sleeping or fake sleeping? If it's really sleeping, it's too weird." ”

At this moment, a cold wind suddenly hung outside, accompanied by two wicked laughter, and there were two more figures in the hall.

One was tall and thin, no different from a bamboo pole, holding a mourning stick in his hand.

The other was short and fat, at least two hundred pounds, like a lump of meat, and he was also holding a mourning stick in his hand.

"Is that him?" asked the Humpty Fat Monk.

"Let me see. The tall and thin monk took out a piece of paper, stared at it for a moment, and nodded, "That's him." ”

"Okay, let me do it. The short and fat monk raised the mourning stick in his hand and shouted, "Fang Xiaowu, do you know who the old man is?"

Fang Xiaowu saw that these two people were sneaky, and he was already suspicious that they were here to make trouble for him, but when he heard Humpty Dumpty Monk call out his name, he stood up, glanced at the other party, shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

"Let you die today, the two of us are the famous Yin Si Shuangsha, our identities are bounty hunters, and your head is worth 500 million, come with us. ”

"500 million, isn't it 240 million?"

"That was the price a year ago, and now your head is worth 500 million, come with us obediently, we will give you a good time, if you are disobedient, you will be better off than dead, and then cut off your head. ”

Hearing this, Fang Xiaowu smiled and said mockingly: "What are you going to cut off my head?

"Look for death!"

The tall and thin monk was obviously as thin as skin, but when he roared, the tavern almost collapsed, and there was a creaking sound.

In an instant, the tall and thin monk cast a teleportation**, approaching Fang Xiaowu, and his hand rose and fell, hitting Fang Xiaowu's head.

With a "click", the mourning stick not only did not hurt Fang Xiaowu, but was broken, and it felt not much different from an ordinary stick.

The tall and thin monk was taken aback, knowing that he had underestimated Fang Xiaowu's strength, and was about to retreat.

At this moment, Fang Xiaowu made a move like lightning, and pointed at the chest of the tall and thin monk, which was not a level at all.

The tall and thin monk spurted blood from the corner of his mouth, took seven steps back, slammed, and fell to the ground, unable to resist even Fang Xiaowu's move, and was half dead. If you are disobedient, you will be worse off than dead, and then your head will be cut off. ”

Hearing this, Fang Xiaowu smiled and said mockingly: "What are you going to cut off my head?

"Look for death!"

The tall and thin monk was obviously as thin as skin, but when he roared, the tavern almost collapsed, and there was a creaking sound.

In an instant, the tall and thin monk cast a teleportation**, approaching Fang Xiaowu, and his hand rose and fell, hitting Fang Xiaowu's head.

With a "click", the mourning stick not only did not hurt Fang Xiaowu, but was broken, and it felt not much different from an ordinary stick.

The tall and thin monk was taken aback, knowing that he had underestimated Fang Xiaowu's strength, and was about to retreat.

At this moment, Fang Xiaowu made a move like lightning, and pointed at the chest of the tall and thin monk, which was not a level at all.

The tall and thin monk spurted blood from the corner of his mouth, took seven steps back, slammed, and fell to the ground, unable to resist even Fang Xiaowu's move, and was half dead.