"Hey!"

The waiter nodded repeatedly, turned around and shouted: "Boss!"

Under everyone's surprised gazes, the guy who had just spread the "reasonable speculation" squeezed out from the crowd and said, "I am the old store manager."

"Fuck!"

In an instant, the whole hall was filled with vulgar voices again.

"Tell me." Lei Shuang didn't even look back and took the picture of the spiritual crystal again.

"Senior Lei, I have just said everything that needs to be said. It is all true and correct first-hand information..."

"By the way, the only uncertain point is that Master Shou killed the master of Xuanji Palace with a sword in front of everyone. We are still confirming this."

"Lei Xi'er." Tears uttered softly.

Fugui Inn suddenly heard a low roar:

"Yes, they are all tears, and the two lines of tears are also the remaining orphans of the Lei family!"

"Holy crap, when you say that...weeping twice, Lei Xi'er, are these brothers and sisters, or siblings?"

"It's most likely..."

After the old store manager was stunned for a moment, he quickly clarified: "That is indeed my personal reasonable speculation."

"No!"

Outside Fugui Inn, a voice suddenly sounded.

Thump thump thump…

In response to the sound, the tables, chopsticks, spiritual swords, and even the magic wand leaning against the wall buzzed.

"Sword Intent!"

Everyone looked back in shock.

But outside the inn, I saw corpses stepping on them, and a dignified and serious figure of a middle-aged man walking over.

He has bright eyes and white teeth, clear lips and clear eyes. He wears an open-chested white shirt, which adds a bit of bohemianness to his righteous and awe-inspiring look.

"Who is this again?"

"Is he also an ancient sword cultivator? But I have never seen such a person before!"

"Sword Intent, what level of Sword Intent is this? It's a bit... weak? Innate Sword Intent?"

When the middle-aged man in white shirt walked into the inn, some people inside were so crowded that he finally saw his face clearly.

Suddenly there was a scream:

"What the hell! Dao Palace Master?!"

ah?

Lord of the Tao Palace, Tao Qiongtian?

This was a shock to everyone.

Sitting on the top of the Guizhe Holy Mountain, the main hall of the Holy Temple, the Main Hall, has not been exposed to the outside world for decades?

Everyone's impression of his appearance...

It only exists in the cursed portraits of people being stabbed with flying knives!

And on the spiritual crystal card issued by Duojin Trading Company, the simple figure used to identify authenticity and counterfeiting is engraved on the avatar!

"Are you Dao Qiongang?"

"You damn fake, how can the Dao Palace Master come to the Southern Territory? Haha, I'm laughing so hard!"

"Pfft, I can't hold it in anymore. Dao Qiongtian, my innate sword sense, you are probably kidding me, ha ha ha ha... cough, ugh!"

"Everyone, please calm down and think about it. It seems that the Dao Palace Master is also wanted. It is normal for him to seek refuge in the Southern Territory..."

"Hahaha, Tao Qiong Cang, take refuge? Brother, what kind of joke are you making? Can these two words go together? Wow, quack, quack!"

"Fuck! It's so funny! Your information is really timely. Now I'm pretending... I'm convinced! I'll obey you even if I don't support the wall. It's absolutely amazing!"

Dao Qiongang, who was dressed in white, walked into the inn amidst the laughter.

That weird aura caused the discussion to gradually weaken.

Suddenly, he opened his hands wide, and after enjoying the pleasure of the buzzing of the spirit sword in the inn, he pressed his hands violently.

"quiet."

brush……

The chopsticks stopped shaking.

The spirit sword stopped trembling.

The entire Fugui Inn fell into a dead silence.

Dao Qiongcang looked around proudly, raised the corners of his lips, and said with a faint smile:

"Does this palace have the appearance of a swordsman?"

The entire Fugui Inn was stunned for a moment, and in an instant everyone was laughing again, slapping their thighs and wiping their tears.

"Grass!"

"Absolutely amazing, absolutely amazing!"

"Brother, your acting is so realistic... I heard that the master of the Taoist Palace is called the 'Slutty Old Taoist', and you are so full of arrogance!"

"Yes! With this skill, he is not only the Seven Sword Immortal, but also has the status of the 'First Sword Immortal'. You don't have to welcome me when you come to Beitian, but I must welcome you, a coquettish old man!"

"Hahaha, man, you are so funny..."

What is interesting is not just the Innate Sword Intent Dao Qiongtian.

After this arrogant guy made the whole audience climax, he hugged another good guy, grabbed the wine and meat, stuffed it into his and the other person’s mouths, and laughed at the same time:

"How's it going, brother? Ten of you are sitting on the Dao Qiong Cang, the unpredictable gods and ghosts are the Dao Qiong Cang. The former master of the Holy Temple Hall, Dao Qiong Cang, puts his arm around your shoulders and eats meat and drinks with you. Are you happy?"

The burly man who hugged me suddenly became sublime, his pores were blooming, and he said with an expression as if his constipation had been relieved: "It feels so good! It feels so damn good, I will give you my brother Dao Qiongcang!"

The Taoist Taoist laughed when he heard this, put down his wine bottle and asked, "Which one feels better when the Eight Masters hold you in their arms, or do you feel better when I hold you in my arms?"

"Fuck! You know how to play!" The big man beamed, "It's great! It's the most fun if you come together! Hahahaha..."

The atmosphere in the store was pushed to another extreme.

Not to mention, meeting such a fun-loving "big shot" is the best daily entertainment for the Dead Apostles in the Southern Region.

The inside of Fugui Inn is cheerful.

There was a crowd outside the inn now. Everyone nearby knew that Dao Qinggang was here and wanted to come over and have fun.

"Hey, don't squeeze me, who are you..."

"Damn it! You're a slut too!"

But amidst the criticism outside the door, a one-armed white-robed swordsman squeezed in, with a long sword at his waist, a light gold holder, and a lantern song.

He lowered his head, his face a little gloomy, and quickly walked to the corner, his body almost turned translucent, and sat down.

Dao Qiongcang looked over proudly at the right time.

After attracting everyone's attention, he opened his sleeves and robe and asked in a loud voice:

"Gou Wuyue, does this palace have the appearance of a swordsman?"

The inn was silent for a moment, and suddenly climaxed again.

"Wa hahaha!"

"Knock it off! Gou Wuyue? Damn it, I'm still thinking about who this one-armed man will play. Is he playing the Wuyue Sword Fairy?"

"Fuck, you want to kill me and inherit the seven hundred and twenty-three spiritual crystals in my body? And you, Gou Wuyue! Haha, I feel so happy to be called this name. I am also here today!

"

"Absolute, absolutely, but I have to say that they grasped the information very promptly. I also heard that the Moonless Sword Immortal escaped from the Dead Sea..."

"Pfft, pull me, I can't get up."

"Who are you? You are also crowded. Are you also a person?"

Following him outside the inn, another short old man in black squeezed in. Not only did this man look bad, he also had a rather ferocious demeanor.

But after a long time of identification, the people blocking the door really couldn't recognize who the third character was playing.

"The little old man is not tall, but the broadsword is quite long. It looks to be in good condition. What grade of spiritual weapon is it?"

"Ah! My hand!"

As soon as the man said this, he stretched out his hand. When the old man in black turned the blade behind him, his hand was cut off, and blood flowed profusely.

This made everyone feel a little cooler.
To be continued...