Liu Qinghuan took a sip of the fragrant tea and squinted her eyes with enjoyment.

For many years in the turbid abyss, he drank turbid and bitter tea, and even a person like him, who was not heavy on appetite, couldn't help but drink a few more sips at this time.

He tilted his head slightly, and the yellow-clothed monk who had come over to look at the man at the table was still talking.

"Without my fellow Daoist, I don't mean anything else, but I haven't seen the true body of Fei Xuan Ling until now, and I want to see it. Even if you have a flying order hidden in this scabbard, we can't grab it, right?"

After his words, the voices in the teahouse echoed one after another.

"Huang Jue Daoyou is very right, take it out, everyone will see it. ”

"Now is an eventful time, you better make it convenient without me, so as not to cause trouble, right?"

"Otherwise, it's hard to explain clearly. ”

"Even if you don't draw your sword, you can just take it back to the storage space. ”

Everyone's eyes were focused on this table, and the lively, implied persecution, and aggressiveness all converged on the sword on the table, which was slightly longer than the ordinary spirit sword.

Liu Qinghuan was playing with the teacup and looked at the monk opposite.

The opponent's right hand pressed on the hilt of the sword, and his expression hidden behind the messy hair was as cold as iron, allowing the torrent around me to surge, and I stood still.

The yellow-clothed monk who was the first to speak stood aside, with a faintly smug expression that could not be maintained: "Selfless Daoist, if you don't speak, does it mean that there is a problem with this sword by default?!"

Wuself finally raised his head, and as soon as he spoke, a voice with a golden stone texture immediately cooled the lively atmosphere of the entire teahouse.

"My sword, the sword will be stained with blood, are you sure you want to see it?"

Liu Qinghuan, who was sitting opposite, showed a playful smile, it seems that this person's past prestige should be extremely strong, otherwise it would not be possible at this time, and the people all over the building still maintained restraint and only moved their mouths and did not move.

The yellow-clothed monk froze and said angrily: "Selfless Daoist, even if you once took the lead in the Sangu Mountain Fighting Stage, it was only three hundred years ago......! Hmph!"

The selfless glanced at him meaninglessly, and did not speak, only tapped the scabbard with his fingers, making a soft "ding" sound.

As if to say: if you want to fight, you will fight, what so much nonsense!

The yellow-clothed monk was obviously scared, and his face showed a little hesitation. But the people all over the building looked at him at this time, if he showed his timidity, how could he mix in the immortal cultivation world in the future?

Unable to find the steps for a while, he turned his head and saw Liu Qinghuan, and immediately slapped the table!

"Where did Ye Xiu Mao Dao come from, and he dared to sneakily snicker on the side!"

Liu Qinghuan raised his eyes, quite speechless at the unwarranted disaster that suddenly affected his body.

The mocking smile on the corner of his mouth was even worse, and he said lazily: "No, I am obviously laughing openly." Since you want to check the sword of this friend on the other side, the sword is on the table, why don't you just pick it up and look at it? ”

If you want to use him as a raft, then he doesn't have to save any face for the other party!

"You!"

The yellow-clothed monk was furious, and a scorching aura suddenly appeared on his body, and he stepped over in one step, raised his hand and grabbed it!

Liu Qinghuan's face turned cold, and the teacup in his hand was thrown backhanded, and a trace of sharpness lit up, screaming sharply!

With a "click", the other party caught it, and the cup cracked into several pieces in response, and the warm tea was immediately spilled.

The yellow-clothed monk raised his dripping palms, and his face was long.

Seeing that a conflict was about to happen, a thin old man suddenly came out of nowhere, a soft wind swept through the crowd, and then squeezed into the middle of the two with a smile on his face.

"A few friends, the old decay is a small place here, and it can collapse if you move a little bigger. If you don't like to sit quietly and drink tea, and there are plenty of places in town to hang out, why don't you move?"

Liu Qinghuan's heart was secretly cold, this old man's cultivation couldn't be seen, but a trace of coercion leaked from his body made the hall quiet.

He said expressionlessly: "I am drinking my own idle tea, but some people are not greedy enough, and they have nothing to do, so people can't be quiet for a moment." ”

The yellow-clothed monk furrowed his eyebrows, and opened his mouth to refute, but his face changed slightly when he saw the warning smile on the corner of the old man's mouth.

"Haha, I was reckless, I just wanted to say hello to this brother, but I didn't want him to misunderstand. ”

"That's good. The thin old man nodded to the table again: "It's better to put things away." ”

I hesitated, and with a flick of my hand, the sword on the table disappeared.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the building immediately relaxed, but the yellow-clothed monk still had to say two words: "Wouldn't it be good if you did this earlier, look at this one, tsk!"

Liu Qinghuan frowned, and saw a wisp of murderous intent flash in the eyes of the selfless person opposite.

After this small episode, most of the monks who had not intended to drink tea were bored, and they left in twos and threes not long after.

The selfless did not leave immediately, but like a clay sculpture, I didn't know what I was pondering.

Liu Qinghuan didn't speak, sat down for a while, and then got up and left the teahouse.

From beginning to end, neither of them spoke.

There was still a period of time before the opening of the Treasure Mirror Palace, and he was not in a hurry, so he stayed in the town for a few more days, and finally waited for Yun Mengze's cross-border messenger.

It's just that after reading it, Liu Qinghuan's mood is difficult to calm down.

His elder brother, Zuo Zhishan, was lost decades ago.

His apprentice, Dirou, also died after leaving behind a son.

The Wenshi Sect has also been renewed, and many of the older generation of monks have run out of life because they can't break through the realm.

However, a new generation has also grown up and continues to pass on the glory and immortal system of the Wenshi School.

The cultivation frenzy of many years ago has now also paid off. In addition to the emergence of a large number of low-level monks, Yun Mengze also had a few more god-transforming monks.

What made him feel better was that when the Shouyuan was approaching, the Venerable Master Ming Yangzi finally broke through the bottleneck of the Yuan Infant Realm and advanced to the level of the god.

At the same time, Wen Dao and Hong Li of the Shaoyang Sect were already empty rank cultivators.

However, the balance of the four major sects was not broken, because Dayan and Zhenji each returned to the sect.

In terms of the overall situation, Yun Mengze has now been recovered, and the status quo is okay, although the Eastern Wilderness has been transformed into a paradise for the monks of the Wan Hu Realm, but the other two continents are protected by a large array, and they have not been invaded for the time being.

At the end of the letter, Mu Yinyin wrote that she was going to go to the Underworld Battlefield to see if there was any way to the Qingying.

Liu Qinghuan was greatly surprised, he couldn't go back for the time being, Mu Yinyin could come to him, it was naturally a very good thing, that is, the gate to the Qing Ming Realm might not be so easy to pass.