Wanfulou passed through the old monster to make a fuss, the guests were almost gone, the shopkeeper struggled to get up, and saw a big hole smashed out in the middle of the seventh floor, and it was difficult to vent his anger, and he almost turned his back on his anger again.

Frowning, and barely squeezing out a smile, he said to the old monster: "Senior, please raise your noble hand, don't be embarrassed, I am old and young, and it is not easy to make a living." ”

The old monster waved his hand, wiped his mouth with a silk scarf, and said, "I don't care so much, I'm here to taste the food, if you don't let me eat well, I'll live here." ”

Scoundrel, but he is still a scoundrel with excellent martial arts, and if he is any boss, he will have one head and two big.

The shopkeeper was bitter, thinking that he would still give in to him, and he said that the amount was small and the merit was not a king, and the merit was great. Who told people to be able to cross and close with a gesture? Naturally, they can run rampant.

With his head drooping, the shopkeeper walked downstairs dejectedly, and on the sixth floor were the unconscious eighteen Arhat King Kongs, who fell together like a puddle of mud.

The shopkeeper instructed several masters in the kitchen to work 120,000 points of spirit, whether it is knife work, heat or cooking, they must be meticulous.

"If the old man is not satisfied, our Wanfu Building will definitely be demolished by him, and then you will wait to sleep on the street. ”

The shopkeeper was not alarmist, and said with a serious expression. The first time everyone saw him like this, it was like facing a great enemy, and the sound of pots and pans rang out for a while.

The four celebrity chefs have their own talents, some of them move their kitchen knives like a whirlwind, and the fish fillets have been cut, as thin as cicada wings, transparent and shiny.

The master who controls the heat supervises ten stoves at the same time, shuttling back and forth, and his body is like a swallow.

The culinary chef is pointing fingers at the side, as if commanding thousands of troops, going deep into the enemy line, and fighting bloodily.

One dish after another was brought up to the seventh floor by the little two who ran the hall, and the old monster tried a little bit of everything, and then let them take it down.

Feng Mu sat aside, picked up an osmanthus cake with his hand, and ate it with relish.

Looking at the old monster's tricky appearance, he sighed from the bottom of his heart that this old guy has such a big shelf, even if he is the emperor, he is not so extravagant and wasteful.

Hundreds of dishes were made, a total of two hours before and after, and the old monster looked at the endless stream of dishes, and actually tried them one by one.

The last dish was put in his mouth, and the old monster put down his chopsticks, touched his stomach, and sighed, "I haven't eaten so much in at least twenty years." ”

Looking at the old monster like the reincarnation of a starving ghost, Feng Mu picked up another pumpkin pie and chewed it slowly.

The old monster pulled him over and said, "The meal is over, it's time to get down to business." ”

"Serious business, what serious ......"

Feng Mu just finished asking, but the old monster didn't answer, urging the exercises, the wheelchair suddenly smashed through the doors and windows, and flew out again.

Several shopkeepers were frightened, this is the seventh floor, is the old monster planning to commit suicide?

They hurried to the wooden fence to see if they had been smashed into a pulp, but found nothing.

Suddenly, one person shouted: "Look!", and several other people followed the sound, only to see a wheelchair passing through the high eaves, like a swallow skimming the sky.

"Is that person a monster?" muttered a young man, his mouth open as if he had swallowed an egg raw.

It's past dusk, and the moon is on the willows.

The old monster took Feng Mu and flew up to a tall building, split open the vermilion doors and windows with one palm, and then took him to break in.

This three-zhang high-rise building does not have a mezzanine, and the entire structure is only one floor, but even so, it does not mean that it is easy to enter.

I saw huge pillars in the room that stood tall and hugged, and then huge beams interlaced with canine teeth, and between each pillar were arranged gold threads, on which there seemed to be white liquid, which came into view by the crimson light.

"Don't move your hands and feet, if you accidentally get contaminated with the poison on the gold thread, your life will not be guaranteed. ”

The old monster's subtle whisper came into Feng Mu's ears, and Feng Mu hurriedly gathered his limbs into a ball, like a piece of wood, and let the old monster take him, dodging left and right from above, and falling down.

In addition to those highly poisonous gold threads, each beam is also tied with red threads, and thousands of bells are worn on them, not to mention people, even if a bird accidentally touches it, it will immediately make a sound.

With his eyes wide open and looking at the impenetrable net, Feng Mu didn't know what medicine was sold in the old monster's gourd, why did he break into this huge house, could it be that he hadn't played enough, and wanted to trouble others again.

After thinking about it like this, Feng Mu felt that it was probably the case.

Looking at the old monster again, he was in a wheelchair, but the expression on his face was not as leisurely as before, Feng Mu rolled his eyes, could there be anything he was afraid of?

Floating in the air, the old monster looked for the gap between the silk threads, and then took Feng Mu through carefully.

Between the dense silk threads, they were getting closer and closer to the bottom floor, and Feng Mu finally saw clearly that below were rows and rows of bookshelves, which were filled with books of ancient styles.

"Are you here to steal the cheats?" Feng Mu thought in his heart.

"This is the library of the 'Wuji Gate', and in addition to the vast number of unique secrets, there is one more important thing, and we are here for this. ”

Listening to the old monster's words, Feng Mu became more and more curious in his heart, and asked out loud: "What is it that is worth such an adventure by the old man?"

"Have you ever heard of the 'Nine Turns of Heavenly Fortune Pill'? Under the service of ordinary masters, they immediately broke through the seven tendons and eight veins, and became one of the best masters in the rivers and lakes. So if you take it, I can officially teach you the exercises. ”

Feng Mu chuckled in his heart, almost didn't laugh out loud, thinking that what he said was too outrageous, cultivating the True Realm, could he still be feathered and soared?

"Senior, that 'Nine Turns Heavenly Fortune Pill' is so powerful, how can it be easy to get it, maybe there are some deadly mechanisms, I think it's better to forget it. ”

"It's all here, how can you give up halfway. ”

"Such a precious elixir may have been eaten a long time ago, how can it be waiting for someone to pick it up?"

"Do you think that just one person can take it? If you don't pay attention to the method of taking, and with the assistance of the master of the 'Rushing Realm', the moment you eat it, you will explode and die, and your body will be shattered. ”

The cold sweat on Feng Mu's head was dripping, thinking that if it was so dangerous to give me food, I would definitely have to be tortured, so he asked out loud: "As long as there is the assistance of the master of the 'Rushing Void Realm', will I be able to pass the test smoothly?"

"Not necessarily, it depends on the individual's physique and perseverance, so in the past hundred years, seventeen of the eighteen people who took it have exploded and died. ”

"And what about the other one?"

"That man was me, and although I survived, my legs were crippled. ”

The old monster said lightly, but Feng Mu was full of black lines, the chance of success was so small, even if he survived, he would be crippled, he didn't want to try.

But the old monster's face showed an excited smile, Feng Mu looked at him who was a little fanatical, and knew that he couldn't hide.

"If the sky really exists, please bless me to live, and it is better not to leave a disability. Feng Mu prayed in his heart.

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