All demon cultivators stood up to pay homage to the Patriarch

But what made Zhan Xiaokui relax a little was that Lin Mo didn't make a move, and it was estimated that it might be that the young man didn't say anything excessive, at least not like the uncle who sold the Demon Dao Ancestor Villain Book before.

At that time, he took the hand of Master Zu and said there.

"Young man, I see that your bones are amazing, you are a unique cultivation wizard in the ages, I have a few villain books of the Demon Dao Ancestor Master who fought three thousand female cultivators overnight, do you want it?"

If it weren't for the fact that killing people in Ping'an City might expose his whereabouts, Lin Mo would definitely throw that bastard into the eighteenth layer of hell and let him experience the sinister and suffering of the world with Zhao Yanming and his mother.

In the end, it was Zhan Xiaokui who bought a copy and left there with Lin Mo.

As a result, when I entered the restaurant, I found that there were too many rumors about Master Zu, there were countless of them, and eight out of ten said that he fought three thousand female cultivators in one night, and three thousand furnaces in one night, and the question was where did this rumor come from.

Zhan Xiaokui could also slightly understand Lin Mo's mood of wanting to cast an illusion on the entire Tianxuan Empire, she was afraid that if the illusion was successful, Master Zu would not be angry and directly let all the monks of the Tianxuan Continent kill themselves directly on the spot.

In comparison, that upright sword cultivator was really nothing.

The least he said was that if Lin Mo appeared, he would still have the courage to draw his sword, if it weren't for the fact that his identity as a disciple of the Demon Sect had been nailed, otherwise, Zhan Xiaokui would really appreciate the courage of this young sword cultivator.

But at this moment, the spectators in the surrounding restaurants sneered at the sword cultivator.

"Tang Mufeng, you're almost done, when the Demon Venerable first landed in Tianxuan, didn't you still say that you were going to join the army that was going to fight against the Demon Venerable? As a result, your father chased after you and almost broke your leg directly!"

"That's right, your father is a chef, what kind of realm is it, he can chase you to smoke?"

"When Tang Ziyi came to Ping'an City, it caused a sensation, but that was hundreds of years ago, Tang Muyu, you also plan to participate in the Holy Election?"

The young man with slightly curly hair had a determined gaze.

But if you dare to say anything bad about my father, I'll kill him...... Heian City forbids martial arts, but the Holy Choice is forbidden. "

The atmosphere of the whole restaurant was eeriely silent for a moment.

At this moment in the restaurant, a sword aura with murderous intent echoed.

The other diners in the restaurant knew that as long as they were familiar with Tang Mufeng, this guy was a madman.

Kendo wizard, once worshiped the largest kendo sect in Anping Prefecture, Ming Sword Sect!

As a result, within a few years, he was dragged down the mountain by his somewhat lame father, who was a little lame, from the mountain gate, but the strange thing is that within half a month after Tang Mufeng left, the entire Ming Sword Sect was all violently killed, except for the wandering disciples, all the monks died.

It almost alarmed the Holy Land.

And just when the atmosphere in the tavern was a little tense.

A girl in a light blue robe ran to the second floor of the restaurant.

The girl's appearance is thoughtful, her facial features are small and exquisite, and when she laughs, her eyebrows and eyes will become curved crescents.

At the same time, she didn't seem to care about the scene in the restaurant at the moment, and opened her mouth sweetly to Tang Mufeng.

"Brother, Daddy told you to go home for dinner!"

"By the way, Dad also said that if you run to participate in some holy election, he will break your head!"

Tang Mufeng, who was originally aggressive, stiffened his expression.

He looked at the smiling sweet girl, and his expression drooped for a moment.

"Tang Muyu, can you save some face for me outside, if you don't go, you won't go!

Tang Mufeng didn't say anything more at the moment, and directly followed Tang Muyu to the restaurant.

The monks around him breathed a sigh of relief and continued to talk and laugh.

Zhan Xiaokui didn't pay too much attention to this scene, after all, in this world, there are all kinds of monks, and some monks have escaped from the mortal dust, and they will sit in the cave for a hundred years.

But there are still monks who are still like ordinary people, living in the city, enlightening the Tao, and absorbing the spirits of heaven and earth.

The cultivation method of this kind of monk is called the transformation of mortals.

And Ping'an City because of the city lord's Wang Ping'an, so a large number of monks who practice with the mortal have gathered, and in this immortal cultivation city, you can feel a few fireworks.

But just when Zhan Xiaokui was a little emotional.

Lin Mo suddenly stood up and stared at the direction where Tang Mufeng and Tang Muyu left.

His pupils rarely showed a strange hint of nostalgia.

Like!

It's exactly the same as the old fifteen back then!

That bastard!!

Lin Mo was so angry when he thought of that disciple now.

Old fifteen, Tang Liuyu.

Inherited his own Poison Dao, a disciple of the Hidden Weapon Dao.

If you talk about the ranking on the mountain behind Daqing Mountain back then, the ability to assassinate is only that of Situ Ying, who hides a knife in his body.

The talent is even a little better than Dugu Nan.

In addition to himself, Zhang Fengjiu can solve the poison skill in one hand.

The most special thing that makes people angry is that this disciple's cooking is so delicious.

At that time, the meals in the back mountains of Daqing Mountain were cooked by him and Zhang Fengjiu in turn.

But every time he was in charge of cooking vegetables, the disciples were terrified, because you don't know if he had poisoned it, but he couldn't stop eating it, because Lin Mo forced them to eat it.

A monk can't even distinguish poison, how to walk in the cultivation realm in the future, and what to do if he is yin.

Those disciples at that time naturally didn't dare to be angry with Lin Mo, so they always looked at Lao Fifteen with resentful eyes, hoping that his subordinates would show mercy.

But it was such a disciple who was once given high hopes by Lin Mo.

Before Lin Mo allowed him to go down the mountain, he suddenly ran in front of him. Smile and say to yourself.

"Master, I've decided, I won't cultivate in the future!"

At that time, Lin Mo was stunned, so angry that he almost didn't screw his head off.

As a result, the stinky boy was hung up and smoked by himself, and his face did not change.

Still smiling and talking to himself.

"Master, I have found my Dao heart, she is a very wonderful girl, I plan to go to Tianxuan with her! My Dao heart is her! I will not cultivate the Tao in the future! But you will always be my master, you are a person like my father, you are as important to me as she is to me!"

At that time, Lin Mo was really angry, he almost pulled out the knife directly, if it wasn't for several disciples at that time, he could really chop him!

But then Lin Mo only sighed...... There are 80,000 words in the world, but only love words are the most murderous.

It wasn't until later, on the day that Lin Mo sat down, that he crossed several seas, knelt under the green mountains for three days and three nights, and was beaten with 3,000 sword whips from Dugu Nan and 3,000 sticks from Sun Qitian, before he was allowed to go up the mountain and kneel down to send his master a ride.

At that time, he took the woman's hand and went up to the green mountain together.