376 Holy Queen

The level of this drunken fairy building hidden in the alley is relatively low, and it usually supplies some low-level lower-level spirit wine.

A little bit of status, some middle-level and high-level monks in the foundation period of �� will not come to this kind of place to hang out. Only those basic monks and monks who have no background and make money by hard work will come to such a lively place for a few drinks after a day's work, flattering and relieve their boredom.

There were bursts of noise in the drunken fairy building, and the maids who accompanied the wine sent glasses back and forth between the wine tables. The wine was scattered and the spring was rotten.

However, at this time, these monks are not concerned about these attendants. In the attic on the second floor of the restaurant, a group of practicing Qilin and foundation-building monks are surrounded by a middle-aged monk who is about 50 years old and has a sloppy beard. This man is a foundation monk, but he only has three levels.

"Hey, brother Yin, what on earth did the Holy Emperor have in those years?"

"The magic power of the Holy Emperor's ancestors is a secret. How many people in the world can know it? Although we are descendants, we are not very clear. However, let me tell you how strong the Holy Emperor's ancestors were in those years?! As long as he snorted so coldly, the rest of the five suzerains of the Tiandao League and the four giants of Tianmo would tremble. Think about how good the five masters of the Tiandao League and the other four giants are. But they only have a share in front of our ancestors. You say, how powerful is the great power of our ancestors!"

The middle-aged monks are quite complacent.

"Brother Yin, just brag. Since the Holy Emperor is so powerful, what kind of holy palace will be served by other fairy palaces?"

A white-haired old man next to him didn't think so.

"What do you know, little boy?"

The middle-aged monk picked up a cup of spiritual wine, took a sip, and his face was ruddy. He argued, "In those years, the ancestor of the sentry emperor was because he wanted to cross the god's thunder, and he was afraid that the enemy would seize the opportunity to take revenge, so he fled overseas and disappeared. Those shameless guys dared to fight against the Holy Palace when they saw that my ancestors were gone. Otherwise, they don't have the courage.

As soon as our ancestors come back, their group will be doomed.

"Your ancestors have been robbed for thousands of years. Why haven't they finished it yet? Your ancestors, should they come back?" Come back? In my opinion, most of the holy emperors were robbed into immortals by gods, regardless of your descendants.

"Come on, drink and drink!"

"Brother Yin, we have paid for your wine today."

Surrounded by many middle-aged monks, they laughed, laughed, and then hugged the women who accompanied the wine and laughed loudly. They just took the middle-aged monk's praise of the Holy Emperor as a joke.

The sloppy middle-aged monk obviously knew that most of the monks were watching his jokes and were unhappy.

Just when this group of bottom monks are making noise and laughing.

A white-shirted young man came to the outside of the drunken fairy building in this alley. He narrowed his eyes and glanced at the restaurant. Through the pavilion, he supported the sloy middle-aged monk.

This person is Ye Qin.

In the past few days, he has walked around in the city of Xianque and spent a lot of spiritual stones to inquire about the news. From a idle monk in the city who specializes in trading in news, he learned that there is a middle-aged foundation-building monk surnamed Yin, who often claims to be the descendant of the Holy Emperor in this drunken The Holy Palace has been destroyed for thousands of years. As for whether this person is true or not, no one knows.

The monk who sold the news also described the appearance of the middle-aged man in detail.

If the expectation is good, it must be this middle-aged monk.

Ye Qin looked at the middle-aged monk for a while. Hearing the words of everyone's conversation just now, he shook his head with emotion. If the descendants of the Holy Emperor were this virtue, I really don't know if the Holy Emperor would jump out of the Xuanbing jade coffin of the Holy Emperor's Mausoleum in the chaotic land,

He walked slowly to the restaurant. Starting from Ye Qin's first step in the restaurant.

In the whole noisy Pixian Building, hundreds of monks almost calmed down in an instant. The differences in spiritual pressure of monks of different classes make them feel the change of the atmosphere between the air at the first time.

"Fried by Jindan!"

These monks in the training period and the initial stage of building the foundation turned their heads to Ye Qin one after another, exclaiming in their hearts, and the depths of their eyes were full of surprise. What's more is fear.

In this kind of place, even high-level monks who build foundations rarely come, not to mention the noble Jindan monks. That's the class they can't expect to reach at all. No one in this restaurant dares to talk nonsense anymore. They are extremely well-behaved, and even those dissolute maids sit upright.

Ye Qin didn't care. He came to the second floor of the restaurant, walked through the monks, and sat down at will on a clean and empty table near the window.

More than a dozen low-level practicing monks at several tables near his table couldn't help trembling all over. A Jindan monk sat within their feet, as high as the huge gap between the two layers, which brought frightening spiritual pressure. That feeling is more uncomfortable than death.

However, they don't have the courage to stand up and leave.

The ancestor of Jindan sat next to them, which was their blessing.

Who dares to move his buttocks before this golden elixir ancestor speaks? Their group of monks should go or stay, which is something that can only be decided by the ancestors of Jindan. What they are most looking forward to now is to hear the word "get out" from Ye Qin's mouth, so that they can immediately escape from this place that brings them fear.

Unfortunately, Ye Qin didn't have this idea.

The owner of the Drunken Fairy Building is a middle-level monk who builds the foundation. Facing the light spiritual pressure of the Jindan monk, he was surprised to see Ye Qin appearing in the restaurant and ran over in person to wipe the table attentively and served the spiritual tea.

"Senior, what would you like to order? The best dish in this building is a dish decorated with pearls and abalone. This dish is grilled with abalone for hundreds of years, with five kinds of five or six-level precious elixirs as auxiliary materials, and then the soup balls are embedded, decorated with pearls, and the mouth and eyes are enjoyed. This dish is the most famous dish among the three or eight family.

This extremely surprised thread starter, in order to make Ye Qin satisfied with the Zuixian Building, can be said to have a Jindan senior who came to avoid the small restaurant and said that he would gain a lot of face. Among these low-level monks, this small restaurant will definitely increase its fame. Business will definitely be more popular in the future.

"No, just sit down." Ye Qin smiled and waved his hand to let the original poster leave. Yes, senior, please sit down slowly. The thread starter didn't dare to say much and was a little disappointed.

Ye Qin took a sip of spiritual tea, smiled faintly, and seemed to say to himself, "Just now, someone claimed to be the descendants of the Holy Emperor? I don't know if this is true or not?"

On the second floor of the pavilion, the low-level monks looked at each other in consterious and were silent. No one dared to stand up and answer. Their eyes looked at the sloppy middle-aged monk in the middle, full of pity and it turned out that the golden elder ancestor came to a small place Love comes. Brother Yin was so unlucky that he just swaggered and tricked some spiritual wine to drink here. Unexpectedly, he was targeted by a Jindan monk.

The middle-aged monk's face suddenly changed, his lips shivered, bowed his head and closed silently, and drank a few mouthfuls of liquor. Then in the admiration and admiration of the low-level monks, he resolutely ran out of the restaurant and hurried into the lively alley outside the restaurant.

Ye Qin was not in a hurry. His consciousness had already been locked on this stingy middle-aged monk, and there was no place to escape within dozens of miles.

After tasting a few mouthfuls of spiritual tea, he threw down a few spiritual stones and paid the bill. Then he walked slowly for several miles to a low stone house deep in the alley. With a push, the door of the stone house creaked open.

The middle-aged monk was standing in the stone house with a pale face. He seemed to know that he could not escape from the hands of a Jindan monk, so he did not intend to escape, but waited for Ye Qin in this deserted place.

"Senior, the little one is indeed the descendant of the Holy Emperor, but the small one is just a small branch of the Holy Emperor. The Holy Palace has been destroyed for thousands of years, and the old enmity has disappeared. Do you people in the Tiandao League even kill such small people?

Ye Qin calmly said, "I think you made a mistake. I'm here to know one thing. Do you know the Holy Emperor's puppet alchemy?

"No! When the Holy Palace was destroyed, these classics had long been slightly changed by the middle-aged monks in the fairy palace, and they were extremely firmly rejected. Ye Qin stared at the middle-aged monk. The firm expression of this middle-aged monk does not seem to be lying. Ye Qin can't search for evil poison spells such as soul magic. There is no way to know what the middle-aged monk said is true. He has a way to test it. Oh, that's a pity. I originally thought that if the descendants of the Holy Emperor still mastered the puppet alchemy, I would exchange this golden elixir for this puppet alchemy with him. Since there is no, there is nothing we can do.

Ye Qin thought for a moment and took out a blue water elixir with extremely strong aura from the storage bag. With regret on his face, he said this, and then put the elixir into the storage bag and turned around.

"This is the knot, the golden elixir!?"

The middle-aged monk was shocked all over, his eyes were shining, and Wei Yi exclaimed.

If the foundation monk wants to become a Jindan monk, it is necessary to make Jindan. The Holy Emperor's family has long been in decline. It is almost impossible for him to get the golden elixir.

Few foundation-building monks have seen the golden elixir, but they can at least feel the aura of the golden elixir, which is far from the ordinary elixir.

"Senior, slow down!"

When the middle-aged monk saw Ye Qin turn around, he was in a hurry and shouted. This may be the only chance for him to get the golden elixir in his life. The extremely elixir road of golden elixir showed a ray of light in front of him.

Ye Qin smiled secretly in his heart. With such a heavy profit, he could really detect whether it was true or false. He turned around and asked, "Do you have the Holy Emperor's puppet alchemy here?"

The middle-aged monk shook his head and said, "There is no small one here. However, I know whose hand was the puppet alchemist of the Holy Palace in those years.

"Who? Don't tell me that it's the fairy palaces of those Tiandao League and Tianmo League. I can't afford to provoke these fairy palaces!"

Ye Qin frowned.

"No, except for being taken by these fairy palaces. There is also a complete puppet alchemy in the hands of a direct descendant of the Holy Emperor. If the senior is willing to give me the golden elixir, I will tell you where this direct descendant is.