In the Qianlin Pavilion of Cangzhou, it was noon mealtime, and most of the people in it were immortal cultivators, discussing their own cultivation opinions or major events in the place.

However, when there are many people, there will naturally be troublemakers.

Yi Sanxiu pushed his chair and sat sideways facing the other table.

He joked in his mouth: "From the Northern Sect over there, I heard that your Uncle Qing wanted to marry the white fox as his wife, but he was scratched by the white fox?

At that moment, the Qianlin Pavilion was lively.

"Yo, is there really such a thing? I thought it was a family that didn't want to die and spread rumors!"

"There is no wind and no waves, and there is no impermeable wall in the world, hehe, Wang Qingqing was only established as a disciple of the head of the Northern Sect a few days ago, and in a blink of an eye, he found out such right and wrong, and if there is a problem, it is also a ghost in their own house in the Northern Sect. ”

"Brother, that's right, but I heard that the white fox hasn't crossed the shape yet, it's a three-tailed fox, and Wang Qing won't ......."

During the discussion, a burst of laughter broke out in the Qianlin Pavilion, and the scattered cultivators and small forces usually did not dare to confront the sects, and what they liked to listen to the most were the anecdotes of the major sects.

The immortal cultivators of the Northern Sect can endure one, can endure two, and it is impossible to endure the jokes of the entire restaurant looking at their own family, so they immediately slapped their palms on the table, and looked at them angrily: "A mere casual cultivator, dare to be presumptuous in front of the Northern Sect!"

Sanxiu pretended to be afraid and squeezed his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "What are you doing to me, you have the ability to find the rumor-mongers, but if you can't find it, that's the truth, what's the matter, the Northern Sect even has to care about people telling the truth? It's too domineering." ”

The younger generation of disciples of the Northern Sect is the opponent of a bunch of fritters, and they are so angry that they can't even eat in three sentences.

The boss of Qianlin Pavilion looked at the appearance of the Northern Sect Immortal Cultivator dripping blood with hatred on the side, and hurriedly waved his hand at the old man who was telling the story.

The old man got the instruction, walked up to the center stage of the restaurant very skillfully, and smiled lightly: "Although the little old man is not the same heroes and heroes as you, he has seen something from here. ”

Seeing that the old man's words had the meaning of raising the heat of the matter, Sanxiu immediately asked, "What's the matter, old man, don't you come up with some meat jokes?" ”

The crowd laughed.

The attention of the immortal cultivators of the Northern Sect was slightly widened, and they also wanted to know what the old man was thinking, so they sat down again.

The old man pinched his beard and said, "No, what I see is that this person can't be too powerful, can't be too famous, otherwise he will be entangled in right and wrong, let's all have fun, as for the truth of the matter, which one cares?"

Sanxiu opened his mouth, and saw that most of the immortal cultivators around him agreed with this point of view, and finally did not continue to speak.

The immortal cultivators of the Northern Sect got an ambiguous reply, and their faces changed slightly.

The old man said, "However, the old man has something very interesting here, and I don't know if you are interested. ”

"Just say it"

"That's it, you don't say I feel an egg!"

"I'm here for dinner, and I don't have money to send you old man. ”

The old man didn't care, and said, "I happened to see an extremely high cultivator a few days ago, so I stepped forward and talked with a shy old face, do you know what happened in the end?"

", you're just an immortal cultivator who is still extremely high in cultivation, and you can cheat two dollars with people like us. ”

"Hahaha!"

The old man nodded as if he was very approving: "That's right, so this thing is beyond imagination and very interesting." ”

"Of course, the old man, I am not an immortal cultivator, I don't know the level of cultivation inside, and I may be mistaken", the old man pondered and said: "I only remember that when we parted that day, the other party disappeared from my field of vision with a step, and I don't know what identity it is." ”

"Shrink the ground into inches!"

"Trash! It's obviously space shifting!"

"A group of people who don't know it, it's clear that it's the instantaneous exercise recorded in the book, and even the space is moving, you ask your master to move it for me. ”

The old man looked at the crowd arguing around, but he didn't make a sound, his hands naturally folded to the dantian, and looked at the crowd with a smile.

"You old man is a little interesting, go on, I want to see what the big master can talk about with you, a half-withered old man", said an immortal cultivator.

With a clang, three silver coins were thrown from the hands of the immortal cultivators to the center stage.

The old man didn't see the silver money on his toes, and smiled: "It seems that now the big masters have depreciated, and it is not as valuable as an old man who is worth me. ”

"Boom!"

"Old man, you are disgusting us, hurry up, you Beizong and Mingzong are rich and big. ”

There was a clang, another series of crisp sounds, and dozens of silver coins fell on the stage one after another.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I underestimated the bearing of all the heroes, unlike me, a bad old man who has no knowledge except money", the old man smiled.

"That person said to me, saying that a red light suddenly appeared in the southern foothills of the Qilian Mountains in the east, and something big must have happened", the old man said with emotion, covered his forehead with one hand and looked eastward, and said: "But I don't have that ability, I don't know what happened, do you have anyone in the know?"

"I've heard from the elders of my family about this, saying that there was a big battle and hundreds of people died. ”

"And such a thing?"

"Old man, you don't have to give an inch of money. ”

The old man's face changed, as if he was frightened, and said, "Later, I went to inquire, and it turned out that there was a dragon hidden in the southern foothills!"

"Dragons?"

A noun that suddenly detonated the entire restaurant.

"It's actually a dragon! No wonder hundreds of people died," one person suddenly had the image of hundreds of immortal cultivators holding weapons and shaking the golden dragon in their minds.

"I heard that dragons love to collect treasures! I don't know what benefits those who survive to the end will get!"

What a treasure, do you want a bunch of bones?

The old man's face was full of solemnity: "This dragon is not an ordinary dragon, but an extremely evil dragon, it should die in the suppression!

Things suddenly changed, and the crowd was quiet and listening.

The old man said excitedly: "The grass demon is originally a weed in the mountains, devouring the essence of human aura and becoming a demon, and it is extremely eager for human blood, so it released the news, saying that the land of Fulong is an ancient ruin, and the ten major sects in Cangzhou and many scattered cultivators have been deceived. ”

The old man's eyes were red as he spoke: "Those immortal cultivators won't know that the so-called Fulong Land is not a relic at all, but a large formation, an evil cultivation formation that can instantly absorb the essence of human aura!"

"Isn't that the end of it?"

"The grass demon is hateful, didn't he kill all my human immortal cultivators?"

For a while, the angry shouts in the Qianlin Pavilion surged one after another, and they all hung their hatred on the grass demon.