Chapter 642 Zheng Mo

Buyi, a foodie, immediately became the attention of the owners of this inn. It's not that this guy has an amazing amount of food, but most people suspect that this guy dares to eat, but can he afford it in the end? This inn is a first-class inn among several big cities. The food made is excellent, so it has attracted a lot of people. Every day, the seats are full, and there are many conflicts. Of course, if the dishes are well done, the price will naturally not be low, and it is quite amazing. The cloth has ordered so many dishes. Some people have to doubt that he Can you afford it? You know, the boss behind this store is not an ordinary person.

The cloth clothes were very happy to eat, and the people around him also looked at each other in consters. When he called Xiao Er for the fourth time, even Xiao Er's face changed. Good boy, is this guy a pig? Can he really afford to pay the bill?

The cloth coat glanced out. Zheng Mo was about to go downstairs. He threw out ten taels of gold and then shouted, "Two more bowls of Xiyue soup. This soup tastes good."

Xiao Er looked at ten taels of gold, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He wanted to speak, but he forcibly resisted. He stared straight at the cloth clothes, as if he had seen some monster?

The cloth was seen inexplicably, and his heart was a little hairy. He lowered his head and looked at himself. There was nothing wrong with him. What's wrong with this little two? Has he got corns? He patted the table, "What, not enough, how much?"

Xiao Er was angry when he saw the cloth, and he was also a little afraid, so he whispered, "Objectively, we pay here. As long as there are more than 100 taels of gold, we will exchange it with spiritual crystals. It will take at least two spiritual crystals to pay for this meal."

Bu Yi was furious, "Damn it, you didn't say it earlier. I don't have anything else, that is, there are many spiritual crystals. Come on, I'll give you ten. Uncle wrapped this table today." Come on, he rolled his wrist and threw out a pile of spiritual crystals.

For a moment, all the customers on the second floor's eyes were straight. This is Lingjing. Is this guy a senior monk?

You should know that most of the people who can mix in the city are martial artists, or monks with relatively low strength. They can have three or 50 spiritual crystals on their bodies, which is already against the sky. Who is willing to take out ten spiritual crystals to eat? Spiritual crystals can not only restore mana for monks, but also be used as solid heaven and earth. Yes, even if you are a martial artist, when you reach a certain level, you can extract the heaven and earth spirit and use it as an internal force. It is very precious. The cloth just eats a meal and spends ten spiritual stones, which is simply against the sky in this small place.

"Where did this prodigal come from? How could he consume such a spiritual stone?"

"Yes, if he is a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect, it's okay. Unfortunately, he is not!"

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People around laughed and talked about it.

Xiao Er hurried down with the spiritual stone, looked around for a week, and suddenly became quiet.

At this time, Zheng Mo also went downstairs and took a look. This guy just passed by, but he didn't expect that he also turned around and turned into the small building. In his consciousness, this guy was respectfully invited to the fifth floor by Xiao Er, which made Buyi a little surprised. This store is only on the fifth floor in total. This guy can be straight. Please come to the fifth floor. It can be seen that many people usually come!

Bu Yi asked for two bowls of soup and was going to pour two bowls of soup on Zheng Mo when he came downstairs. Now he has changed his mind. As soon as his eyes turned, the cloth shouted again, "Xiao Er."

Xiao Er dared to come in a hurry and respectfully, "Objective, what can I do for you?"

asked in a way, "Who was that boy just now? Why did he go up to the fifth floor all of a time?"

Xiao Er's face changed, hurriedly put his finger to his mouth, made a boo gesture, and said urgently, "Objective, down, that is the chief of the third generation of disciples of the Tianmo Sect. You can't afford to offend him! Be careful not to protect your head."

The cloth smiled secretly, but said arrogantly, "Don't you? Isn't he the chief disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect? What can't be said? Look at the thin skin and tender meat of that boy, he must be very popular with women at ordinary times." His voice was not loud, but full of penetration. Everyone heard clearly in the whole inn.

Zheng Mo was extremely indifferent, and there was no expression on his face. This time, he was disturbed by the retreat, and he was already unhappy. According to reason, this month, it was not his turn to patrol the four directions, but he didn't know how to offend the elders above him. He was pulled out and inspected the four directions to prevent the small night. The main force of the demon gate went to Zhongzhou, and then Fang is empty and urgently needs a powerful disciple to suppress it. There is nothing he can do. He turned around and came here and thought of this small shop, so he was ready to eat a few mouthfuls of food. Not to mention that within tens of thousands of miles, this restaurant is the only one that is better cooked. I heard that the chef is a monk who can apply spiritual materials to the food. , very good.

As the eldest disciple of Tianmomen, his natural identity was noble, and it was not the first time for him to come. Xiao Er automatically guided him. At this time, when he heard the cloth clothes's words, his face suddenly changed, and his consciousness surged down and rushed down to the cloth clothes. Suddenly, his face changed, his face was angry, and suddenly turned into a shocked face.

"B bastard, this boy didn't die with the monk. Why did he come here?" Zheng Mo's face is uncertain.

"Brother, that boy is crazy. Brother Rong went down and killed him." Several disciples next to him also looked ugly. They insulted Zheng Mo, that is, insulting the Tianmo Sect, insulting the Tianmo Sect, that is, insulting them. How can this be tolerated? If they put up, how can Tianmo Sect gain a foothold on this earth? A disciple volunteered to say.

Zheng Mo's face was cold and terrible. He waved his hand to stop the disciple's words. The rest of the disciples were puzzled when they saw this.

Zheng Mo said, "This guy is very terrible. I'm afraid that uncle is not an opponent when he comes. Don't say anything."

"What, uncle is not an opponent, is he?"

"cloth clothes, the cloth clothes of Shoushan Taoist Temple."

Several disciples took a deep breath.

Downstairs, Xiao Er was anxious, but he didn't know what to do. He said a few words to Bu Yi. Seeing that he was still scolding, he did not dare to do it. He turned around and was about to go down to ask the shopkeeper.

At this time, Zheng Mo went downstairs and stopped Xiao Er. His face was extremely indifferent, which made Xiao Er frightened.

"No, this brother and I are familiar with each other and don't matter."

Xiao Er was surprised, but he still nodded and ran downstairs.

Naturally, Buyi also saw Zheng Mo. He picked his teeth with one hand, looked at him obliquely, and smiled, "Zheng Mo, you are majestic. I'm here, and you dare to go up to the fifth floor." Cloth clothes are sincerely looking for trouble. Naturally, how to say it arrogantly.

The corners of Zheng Mo's mouth twitched, but he was still patient. He walked to the table of the cloth and stood still in front of him. His cold face was a little ugly. He wanted to sit opposite the cloth, but when he thought of the strength between the two, he was suddenly a little frustrated. It was not that he didn't sit, but that he couldn't sit.

"Cough, I didn't see my brother just now, please forgive me. Last time we parted, it has been several years. Zheng Mo is incompetent and less than half of his brother's demeanor. He tried his best to lower his posture and thought that it was better to lose face than to lose face. If he annoyed this guy and was beaten severely, it would not lose face. That was to lose the old man. Although the one in front of him was a split of cloth, he could fight with the eight masters of Buddhism. This strength alone was not something he could disobey, and Moreover, this split is cultivated by Shura Dao, with an arrogant and cruel personality. He doesn't want to offend him.

Bu Yi looked at Zheng Mo with some meaning. This guy hasn't seen him in the past few years, but his heart has grown, and he has actually learned to whisper. In the past few years, it was impossible to follow him. Well, this guy has a future. I originally wanted to trouble him, forget it.

The second floor was quiet, and there was no one who made a sound. Everyone lowered their heads, looked at their noses and mouths, and were extremely shocked. "The chief of the Tianmo Sect actually whispered to a person. How can this be? Is this man more powerful than Moyi?"

In the two sects of Chuzhou, the rookie disciples are respected by Moyi of the Real Demon Sect and Zheng Mo of the Heavenly Demon Sect. Moyi inherited Asura's skill, which is a little stronger than Zheng Mo, but Zheng Mo has never been afraid of Moyi. Today, they actually saw that Zheng Mo, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, actually whispered in front of another person. , this is simply incredible.

Therefore, the second floor is quieter.

The cloth spit out three words for a long time. You're fine."

Zheng Mo smiled and said, "Cultivation, one by one, strong and soft, not talented, recently realized this truth and restrained. On the contrary, I'm afraid you should be careful. Your master has taken the void mirror of the three worlds. I'm afraid many people have stared at your split and are ready to blackmail you. As he spoke, he emitted a breath of yin and yang. Obviously, he understood something.

When Bu Yi heard this, his face showed a little surprise. He stood up, thought about it, and slowly sat down. He didn't expect this matter, but when he thought that I had the ability to control him remotely, he was not afraid. However, he still said solemnly, "Thank you for remind me. I want to beat him. Head, I'm not afraid of breaking my teeth.