Near the teahouse, there are two masters of the ground position, one is the cold Jiang Guang, and the other is a woman, named Xu Nanqin.

These two people Mu Fan has been in contact with, Jiang Guang is relatively pure, and he is bent on pursuing power, in other words, he does not understand human feelings.

Xu Nanqin is just the opposite, very enthusiastic. Although Yuan Zhengqing's request was refused, there was a lot of respect for it.

After serving tea and pouring water in the teahouse for almost a month, Mu Fan figured out the rules of the cultivation place in the Xuanji Realm. He took off the hat, and the mask was still there, and those who didn't know thought it was a fashion from somewhere.

Yuan Zhengqing went to find some masters of the Tianzi position and asked them to make a move. The price he offered was quite high, but unfortunately it couldn't compare to the seven-pin pill.

This year, the Tianzi rank monks can get the seven-grade pill, and this grade of pill has always been priceless. Those who can refine this kind of pill are basically people from major sects, and high-grade pills strictly control the outflow.

Yuan Zhengqing opened a teahouse for a lifetime, and he may not be able to exchange for a seven-pin pill. There was no way, he could only find a monk in the ground position.

The highly-ranked Dizi Rank monks want to try their luck, they are at the forefront of the Dizi Rank, and if they play well, they may be able to defeat the Tianzi Rank masters.

Jiang Guang and Xu Nanqin rarely went out during this time, and spent most of their time staying at their residences, adjusting their state, and impacting the sky.

"Hey, hey, do you hear me, that's you." There was a shout from the window seat in the south.

Mu Fan knew that this was called him, he turned his face and said to the middle-aged man not far away, "Guest officer, is there any problem?" ”

The middle-aged man looked like he was forty or fifty years old, his face was full of disgust, and he waved his hand from time to time, as if what he was in front of him was not tea, but something else.

"Why does your tea smell weird?"

Mu Fan walked to the table and said with a smile: "I'll help you change a bowl." ”

The middle-aged man said with a straight face: "No, I'll drink it all, call your boss out." ”

In the past month, Mu Fan has long been surprised.

There are fewer masters in the inn, and there are more people who are weaker.

There is no one who robs the boss spar, and the people who are looking for trouble keep coming up, like the middle-aged man in front of him, I am afraid that he also came to find trouble on purpose. According to Yuan Zhengqing, in these months every year, there are always people who can't bear loneliness.

The closer you get to the change of old and new businessmen, the more frequent this happens.

Mu Fan squatted down, his head just above the table, he fanned the tea with his hand, sniffed it, and said, "The tea is no problem." ”

"Tea is fine, is there something wrong with me!" The middle-aged uncle slapped the table hard.

Mu Fan said: "The tea smells normal. ”

"Normal, normal fart...... It smells like a taste, and it tastes worse than urine! The middle-aged man waved his hand impatiently, "Call your boss over, hurry up, do you hear?" ”

Mu Fan first raised the corners of his mouth, pressed hard, didn't hold back, and laughed out loud, "The boss is not here." ”

"What's so funny."

"You don't understand." As soon as Mu Fan spoke, his laughter became louder.

"If you laugh again, I'll abolish you."

Mu Fan smiled: "To tell you the truth, this month, seven people told me that there was a problem with the tea, and six people were going to abolish me." ”

He took a step back and straightened his neckline, "I'm still standing in front of you intact. ”

"Are you joking?"

"Nope."

The middle-aged man said: "Then you obediently call your boss out, I saw him just now, and you told me that he was not there!" ”

Mu Fan put away his smile, "The boss is really not here." ”

"If he doesn't come out, you just wait to die."

Mu Fan said: "Baili Mountain has rules, and you can't kill people in private." ”

The middle-aged man laughed and said: "The rules of Baili Mountain are those of Baili Mountain, and Lao Tzu has Lao Tzu's rules." ”

He suddenly took out a sharp cone from his arms, and the sharp cone was carved with rune spell marks, which seemed to be a Taoist magic weapon.

Mu Fan frowned, the seven people in front of him didn't find something to do on the spot, which was a bit difficult to do. He secretly carried his strength, did not fight back immediately, and decided to see the situation.

The middle-aged man held the sharp cone and pressed it against Mu Fan's neck, "Tell him to come out and discuss with me how to deal with this matter." ”

The Mu family turned his head and said, "Boss, boss, help." ”

No one answered.

Most of the surrounding guests dispersed, and a few people were left who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, sitting in place to drink tea and watch the play.

Mu Fan said: "Uncle, I'm just a little guy, and I can't be angry with me." ”

The middle-aged man looked up and said, "Come out for me." ”

Still no one answered, and Mu Fan felt helpless.

The middle-aged man cultivated in the middle of the Xuanji Realm, and if he really started to move, he couldn't pass a move under Mu Fan.

Now it's not time to show your strength, according to the previous plan, collect the information of the Tianzi master, and start to challenge one by one in another month.

Seeing that no one answered, the middle-aged man stabbed forward sharply with the sharp cone in his hand.

The guests in the teahouse suddenly saw a strong wind blowing down from the second floor, and instantly moved to the young man with a mask in front of him.

Mu Fan opened his eyes cautiously, his neck tingling. The middle-aged man's sharp cone pierced his neck, hurting his flesh and flesh, but not his bones.

Yuan Zhengqing galloped down from the second floor and grabbed the sharp cone in the middle-aged man's hand. However, his strength was lacking, and the taper slipped a little distance in his hand.

Mu Fan leaned back his neck and slowly bent down, breaking away from Yuan Zhengqing and the middle-aged man. He gave off on his feet and sat down on a bench next to him.

The hearts of the other people in the teahouse were beating unstoppably, and if Yuan Zhengqing came a little later, the young man's neck would have multiple holes.

Outside the teahouse, to the north, about a hundred feet away, Jiang Guang's footsteps paused, he looked around, and at the same time he used all his strength to expand his divine sense.

"Strange." His indifferent brows gradually twisted into a ball.

Originally, the state was adjusted to the best, just waiting for Dabi to start, then he went out for a walk, drank tea or something, and relaxed. I didn't go to the teahouse, but I suddenly noticed an extremely powerful aura. This breath only appeared for a moment, and then it sank like a stone into the sea, and it could no longer be detected.

Jiang Guang didn't know if the perception just now was his own delusion.

He walked into the teahouse and saw the teahouse owner and a middle-aged man confronting each other, the little guy serving the tea lying on the table, his feet were weak, his breath was messy, and his face was blue with fright.

Mu Fan supported his body with his hands and caught a glimpse of Jiang Guang's figure. He was a little nervous, hoping that Jiang Guang didn't notice anything abnormal.

When the middle-aged man's sharp cone stabbed out, everyone thought that Mu Fan didn't move, but in fact, it was not.

Mu Fan not only moved, but also counterattacked. His hand knife almost hit the middle-aged man's chest, and with his strength, it was easy to kill people with a hand knife.

Considering that the information of the many masters of the Tianzi Rank had not yet been gathered, he withdrew his arm and let go of his hand.

In the past three years, he has experienced life and death many times, and he has cultivated the knee-jerk reaction of his limbs early. The middle-aged man's spike pierced out, and his body bent on its own. In order not to show the stuffing, he bent his body back again.

If Yuan Zhengqing's speed is an afterimage, Mu Fan's movements are so fast that he can't see clearly.

Jiang Guang looked around at the teahouse, his brows furrowed even tighter, and he said in his heart: "Is it my delusion?" ”

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