The fat man woke up in horror, looked at the flames, and a look of horror flashed across his face, and said in a dismay: "You are cultivators."

"It's good to know!" Qian Yucheng snorted coldly, "Now I'm using a piece of gold to stay in your room for one night. What do you think?"

"Borrow, of course, it's not, it's free, don't have gold, live for free!" The fat man was just a mortal, and the cultivator was arrogant. How could he have any opinions? The sound of it should be.

In panic, he looked at Qian Yucheng, and saw that the other party's eyes were patrolling back and forth on the two beautiful girls. Suddenly, he realized something and plucked up the two girls with courage, and said happily with joy: "This immortal chief, these two are the goddaughters of villains, and the one in green on the left is called Xiaolu, and the one in red on the right is called Xiaoshang. If the immortal chief finds it, he can take them away and serve the table!"

Qian Yucheng looked unhappy and said with a spit, "They are both your goddaughters. If they accomplish good things with me, wouldn't you let me be a cheap one? Where are such good things?"

The fat man's face changed drastically and he said in panic: "Wrong! Wrong! They are all the villain's godmothers, and Xianchang is the villain's godmother."

After saying that, he quickly pushed the two beautiful girls forward and said, "What are you two doing when you stand there? Why don't you go to serve the Immortal Chief quickly?

Although the two girls were afraid of the cultivator, they understood Qian Yucheng's eyes, and they quickly found out that the matter was flashing. They pressed over and over again. The little green on the left said in a coquettish voice: "Xiancheng, let the two of me serve you! Ensure that Xiancheng is satisfied!"

His expression was solemn and solemn, and he seemed to be really not moved by women. It was shocking and he couldn't help but feel ridiculous.

The fat man realized that the main owner was behind him, but he did not dare to stop. He held his fists and bowed, and wanted to take the two women away.

But Lu Youfu said coldly at this moment: "Let's wait!"

The fat man's obese body stiffened, stopped, turned his head in surprise and said, "What are the instructions of this immortal prince?"

Lu Youfu took out a first-level light body talisman from his arms, threw it at his feet, and said coldly: "This first-level light body talisman is considered a reward for borrowing the room, so as not to say that we cultivators are strong and bullying the weak."

The fat man was overjoyed and quickly picked it up, put it in his arms, and thanked him repeatedly. He was rich, and the secular gold, silver and jewelry were naturally not allowed to be seen. However, the talismans of cultivators were different. There were dozens of taels of gold there, and it was also a light body talisman. As long as he slapped his body, even if he was as bloated as his body, he could be as light as a swallow and leaped freely, even a top-notch light master in the world might not be able to compare with.

Mo Wentian snorted coldly, waved his hand to let him leave, walked into the room with a blue face, and looked around. The fat man could enjoy it. As soon as he stepped into the door, he felt a burst of phoenix drools coming from his nose, embroidered with brocade curtains, soft tents of bead curtains, golden flowers woven on the goose yellow floor felt, and tea sets were placed on the table by the window.

Qian Yucheng secretly saw that the head of the sect looked unhappy and was also worried. He knew that the head of the sect was Qingjing, so he took the initiative to clean the room, extinguish the phoenix saliva, and called the waiter to replace the bedding and utensils in the room.

Fortunately, there is an inner room in the room, and it seems that there are very few tenants to live in it. The decoration is relatively simple and clean and comfortable. On one side of the bed, there is a flower and bird screen. Next to the screen, it is a wooden window with openwork painted gold. Mo Wentian pushed the wooden window open and saw Zhao Zhengyang's door from a distance.

Lu Youfu, who was tidying up the bedding next to him, suddenly realized something and thought to himself: "Did the head of the sect choose this room to peek at the old man with a weird look?"

He guessed Mo Wentian's intentions right, so he chose to rest in this room because the two rooms were far away, and through the window of this room, facing the door of Zhao Zhengyang's room.

At this time, Qian Yucheng had already cooked a pot of hot tea, walked into the house with a smile on his face, placed it on the square table next to the bed, and said aloud: "Master, please use tea!"

"Yeah!" Mo Wentian was silent for a moment and waved his hand: "You two should retreat! Have a good rest!"

Lu Youfu and Qian Yucheng looked at each other, responded in unison, and left the room respectfully.

Mo Wentian took two steps forward, picked up the teacup, took a sip of hot tea, and sat on the bed beside the screen. He looked up and looked at it, just as he was about to face the door of Zhao Zhengyang's room.

Time flies very quickly, the waning moon is in the sky, and the night is dim. Outside the inn, there are "tuk-tuk" sounds coming from time to time in the empty alley.

Mo Wentian was sitting on the bed, and the dim moonlight shone through the gaps in the window on his face, reflecting a solemn look. He had been sitting quietly for three hours, but the room opposite was still not moving, and he gradually felt a little impatient. At this moment, there was a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy. Four shadows of shadows walked into the inn quietly and followed the corridor to Zhao Zhengyang's room. The moonlight was around the eaves and fell on them, all of which were covered with black cloaks, making it difficult to see the true appearance.

The leader, with an extremely powerful aura, seemed to be a foundation-building monk. He took two steps forward and gently knocked on the door.

Using the time when the door is opened, Mo Wentian uses insight to view their information in turn.

The two behind, the slightly thinner one, are called Wu Yuanzu, who is at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and are an outer disciple of the Dispersed Cultivation Alliance; while the other monk, who is tall and strong, is called Zheng Shenkun, who is at the Great Perfect Qi Refining, and is an inner disciple of the Dispersed Cultivation Alliance.

But when Mo Wentian used insight to check the information of the third person, he was shocked.

Name: Pan Yulong

Sect: Feiyun Sect

Position: Inner disciple

Spirit root: There is

Spirit root type: Four spiritual roots of gold, wood, fire, earth

Cultivation level: Nine levels of Qi Refining

How could it be Pan Yunlong, a disciple of Feiyun Sect? He had some impression of this person. I remember a year ago, Feiyun Sect sent twelve disciples to train in Wanling Valley, and only three survived, one of them was Pan Yulong. This person was greedy for life and feared death. At that time, he was still at the eighth level of Qi Refining and could walk out of Wanling Valley alive. Even Miao Sanjiang thought he was lucky. He didn't expect that he would collude with the people from the Random Cultivator Lian Sect, but he didn't know what plans were?

At this moment, the door opened with a creaking sound, and Zhao Zhengyang saluted respectfully to the leading foundation-building monk, and then welcomed several people into the door.

At the moment of closing the door, Mo Wentian could no longer bear it and used insight to check the foundation-building monk.

Name: Jia Sidao

Sect: Alliance of Cultivators

Position: Deacon Chief of Qinghe County

Spirit root: There is

Spirit root type: Three spiritual roots of gold, wood, water

Cultivation: Early stage of foundation building

Jia Sidao, the head of Qingyuan Pavilion, was shocked and suspicious. The door suddenly opened. Jia Sidao flashed out from inside, looked around with a cold look, and suddenly shook his sleeves. A wild cat stopped under the Mowen skylight was rolled over from the air. Before he could scream, he turned into a pile of broken bones and fell to the ground.

Pan Yunlong asked behind, "Elder Jia, what's wrong?"

Jia Sidao frowned and said in confusion: "It's really strange. When I entered the door just now, I seemed to feel a pair of eyes peeking behind my back."

Pan Yulong's face changed drastically and he said in horror: "Is it the senior brother of this sect who is following us?"

Jia Sidao pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "That may not be the case. Unless he is a foundation-building monk, he will not be able to escape my spiritual sense."

Pan Yulong seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and whispered: "Elder Jia, there are probably ears and ears outside, so let's go into the house and talk in detail!"
Chapter completed!