"You really brought me here to eat and drink!?" Lian Mo looked at the tavern in front of him, his face darkened.

Xi Xiaohu glanced at Lian Mo and said, "What, can't the monk eat and drink!" He urged Lian Mo to say: "Don't be verbose, hurry up, I can't drink for so many days, but I'm hungry!"

After speaking, he hurriedly walked into the tavern.

Seeing that, even Mo had to follow.

Xixiaohu and Lianmo walked into the tavern, they looked at it for a moment, and then walked straight to a spot in the corner.

Two teenagers, one wearing shabby clothes and the other wearing a Taoist robe, looked a little nondescript. What made Lian Mo strange was that the people in this tavern seemed indifferent to their arrival, as if they hadn't seen this strange combination.

As if seeing the confusion in Lian Mo's eyes, Xi Xiaohu said, "Isn't it strange?"

Although he didn't explain, even Mo knew what Xi Xiaohu was talking about, and he nodded.

"Because the people here are all monks!" Xi Xiaohu said in a low voice, "Most of these monks are here for the Seven Killing Heaven Ruins!"

Lian Mo's face was stunned, and then he also figured it out.

Since the relics of the Seven Killing Heavens have appeared, as long as anyone in the cultivation world wants to compete for this great opportunity, they will flock to it, so it is naturally not strange for the strange figures that have appeared recently.

Not long after, a plate of good wine and food was placed on the table of Lian Mo and the others.

Xi Xiaohu picked up a pot of wine and poured it into his mouth without any image.

Lian Mo was dumbfounded.

"It's so cool!" Xi Xiaohu drank all the wine in his hand, his face full of unfinished business.

"Are you really a Taoist priest?" Lian Mo said a little speechlessly.

"It's like a fake!" Xi Xiaohu patted his chest, his mouth full of words, "Taoist priests pay attention to inaction, what is inaction?

Lian Mo's eyes widened.

Xi Xiaohu suddenly came back to his senses, changed his words, and said: "When it's time to appreciate the beauty, you should go and appreciate it!"

Lian Mo was still about to speak, but suddenly his ears moved, and his whole body was focused on a table in the tavern not far from them.

"I heard that this time the Seven Killing Heavens appeared, the entire cultivation world was shocked!" said a monk at this table.

"Nonsense! Who doesn't want to get the relics of the Seven Killing Heavens!"

"I heard that the monks of the major sects in the cultivation world have already rushed there one after another!"

"But no, I also heard that some inconspicuous sons and daughters have been dispatched!"

Someone gasped, "You said that the Holy Son and Holy Daughter are also here!?"

"I've heard of it too," the monk said with his tongue wide, "However, even if it is not the Holy Son and Holy Maiden, some personal disciples must be indispensable!"

"If there really is a Holy Son and Holy Maiden, then how can we compete for this opportunity..."

"Holy Son and Holy Daughter..."Lian Mo silently wrote it down in his heart. He looked at the Xixiaohu next to him and saw that he had been eating and drinking all the time, and did not pay attention to everyone's conversation at all.

"Is the Holy Son and Holy Maiden very strong?" Lian Mo said suddenly.

Xi Xiaohu didn't even look at Lian Mo, and said directly: "The Holy Son and Holy Maiden are just like that, if they meet me, maybe they will be scared to the core! I dare to say that they are by no means as famous as my Lake Immortal!"

Lian Mo naturally didn't believe it, but thought it was Xi Xiaohu who drank the wine and said nonsense.

Next, there was a discussion in the tavern about something that had little to do with the Seven Killing Heavens, and even Mo's attention was withdrawn, and he picked up his wine glass and drank the wine in the cup gently.

"Where did the old man come from, dare to spoil Lao Tzu's wine!" A displeased scolding suddenly came from the previous table.

Lian Mo raised his wine glass, and he raised his head to look over.

"Bang!"

A figure suddenly threw it at Lian Mo's table.

Lian Mo's brows furrowed slightly.

The right hand gently poked out, and the source qi was dense, and the thrown figure was pressed.

"Bad luck!" the monk cursed as he pushed the figure aside.

Lian Mo looked at the figure.

I saw a sloppy old man, with a strong smell on his body, and his eyes were obsessively staring at the monk who had insulted him before.

To be precise, staring at the table of wine and food on their table.

Suddenly, the old man's nose twitched, and he turned around, his eyes looked at the wine in Xi Xiaohu's hand, and he couldn't turn it away.

"Old..."

Lian Mo was just about to speak, but the old man snatched a pot of wine from Xi Xiaohu's hand, and then raised his head, and a cooing sound sounded.

In a moment, the old man drank all the jug of wine.

Seeing that the wine in his hand was snatched and drunk, Xi Xiaohu said angrily: "Bastard, you actually drank my wine!"

The scruffy old man took a deep breath, as if tasting the aftertaste of wine. Hearing Xi Xiaohu's words, he showed a yellowed tooth and said, "Your name is not written on this wine, how can you say that it is yours!"

"Old man, you snatched it from my hand!" said Xixiaohu air.

"Oh, is it?" said the old man, who said with a look of deep disapproval on his face, "Since that's the case, then I'll give it back to you." ”

After speaking, he shook the wine jar and threw it in front of Xixiaohu.

Xixiaohu took over the wine jar and checked the wine jar, but the wine jar was already empty.

Xixiaohu began to curse.

Ignoring Xi Xiaohu's swearing, the sloppy old man looked at Lian Mo and said, "Little brother, can I sit here?"

After speaking, without waiting for Lian Mo to speak, he sat down by himself.

Lian Mo: "..."

Xi Xiaohu was still feeling pain from his wine, and when he saw the old man sitting down, he said with an unhappy face: "Old man, where did you come from? Look at you like this, don't say it's a monk, even I want to beat you!"

Unexpectedly, the old man was on a par with Xi Xiaohu, "Boy, when I was in the middle of the world in the cultivation world, you didn't know where to play in the mud! Just a little monk like you, I can press you to the ground with my fingers!"

Lian Mo was shocked, he didn't expect such a bland old man to be a monk.

The bartender put two jars of wine on Lian Mo's table, and when he heard the old man's words, he reminded Lian Mo when he left: "He, he is an old man who cheats on eating and drinking, where is the senior master, I don't know how many times I have heard such words!"

"I'll just say where the big liar came from, you are still justified here!" The unhappy look on Xi Xiaohu's face was even worse, but his eyes occasionally flickered, and his heart was a little empty.

Lian Mo naturally saw Xi Xiaohu's dodging eyes, and he was speechless for a while.

Speaking of liars, it seems that Xixiaohu in front of him is also unreckless.

"The famous Hu Daxian is actually eating and drinking here. The sloppy old man took a sip of wine and squinted his eyes.

The momentum on Xi Xiaohu's face was obviously stagnant, and his anger couldn't help but weaken.

Lian Mo didn't have anything, I don't know why, he had a feeling in his heart, it seemed that the old man in front of him was not as simple as it seemed.

After thinking about it, he asked puzzledly, "I don't know who my predecessors are?"

The old man stroked his beard, which he didn't know how thick the mud was, shook his head and said, "You two, it's also for the relics of the Seven Killings, right?"

Lian Mo nodded slightly.

"I advise you two to die of this heart!," the old man burped and continued: "These seven killing relics are not as simple as you think, and if you are not careful, your little lives will be lost." ”

"The old liar is here to fool people again," Xi Xiaohu muttered quietly.

Although the sound of Xixiaohu was very small, the old man still heard it. He glared at Xi Xiaohu, "Little liar, when have I ever deceived someone when I was drunk!" Immediately, he looked at Lian Mo and said, "Young man, I see that you have a good heart, listen to my advice, you don't want to participate in this trip to troubled waters." By the way, do you still have any source stones on you?"

Lian Mo listened carefully to the previous words, but he didn't expect the latter sentence to directly make him stunned for a while.

He didn't think much about it, took out a pack of source stones, and handed it to the old man.

Jiudian took the source stone, his eyes flickered, and said, "I still have something to do, so I'll leave first!"

After speaking, without waiting for Lianmo to react, he ran away.

"Hurry! That dead old man is there, hurry up and chase after him!"

Just in the direction where the wine had disappeared, a cry was suddenly heard.

Lian Mo's face was blank.

"I said I was a liar!" Looking at Lian Mo, who was still stunned, Xi Xiaohu glanced at it and gloated.

Lian Mo came back to his senses and shook his head helplessly.

Lian Mo understood in his heart that this old man named Jiu Yi was a liar nine times out of ten.

In view of this, he didn't take what the old man said before to heart anymore.

Just as Lian Mo and Xi Xiaohu left the tavern, a pair of bright eyes quietly looked at their backs.

The owner of these eyes is a drunkard.

"I didn't expect this little guy to be a Source Formation Master...", there was thought in the eyes of Jiu Dian.

If Lian Mo was here, he would definitely be startled by this old man, and he would know his identity just by a short contact.

"Source Array Master..."The old man muttered softly, a complicated look flashing in his eyes.

"That's it, since there is fate, I'll help you!" The complicated look in the eyes of the old man faded, and a glimmer of light flashed, "It's been a long time since I have done anything with the people of the Holy Demon Ridge!"

There was a flash in his figure, and then his figure disappeared into the corner.

Not far from Lian Mo, a man with a scar on his face was getting closer and closer to Lian Mo, and a thick killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, the look in his eyes changed, his body froze suddenly, looking at the front of the void, his pupils shrank slightly, "Who!?"

"Hehe, the people of the Holy Demon Ridge are still so disgusted!"

As soon as the words fell, the figure of the drunken old man gradually appeared in front of the man.

It's just that the old man's eyes are cold.

This kind of coldness is a kind of coldness that seems to kill the world!