Thirty-six monks guarding the door stared directly at Luo Fu.
Thirty-six pairs of eyes, extremely frightened.
They couldn't understand that the young man in front of them, who was at the fifth level of the Palace God, could single-handedly defeat the sword intent of all thirty-six of them!
Horrified!
The arrogance of the previous moment disappeared from their faces.
Instead, there was incredible panic.
They really wanted to ask who this young man was.
But, he didn't dare to speak or utter a single word!
Luo Fu looked straight past the thirty-six people without squinting, without even glancing at them from the corner of his eye.
Then, he climbed up the steps and walked towards the main hall of Yuhua Palace.
Yuhua Palace.
In the entire Yuhua Hall, a full circle of Palace God Realm monks stood against the wall.
The costumes of these Palace God Realm monks are exactly the same as those of the thirty-six gatekeepers.
Some of the monks in the temple were holding fruit plates in their hands, and some were holding wine bottles in their hands.
Some were holding huge round fans and gently fanned the old man at the table in the middle of the hall.
That attitude, expression, and the atmosphere in this Yuhua Palace were too humble and unworthy of contact with the old man at the table.
Bring your own fruits, melons, and fine wines.
Pairs of disgusted eyes reduced Penglai Shenzong to nothing.
Even the air is dirty!
There was only one table and two chairs left in the entire Yuhua Hall.
Only the old man with a white beard at the table was sitting.
Even Poxu Sword Master, Xiahou Tianyang, could only stand aside!
As soon as Luo Fu entered the Yuhua Palace, he had a panoramic view of this scene.
At the same time, his eyes focused on the standing Elder Xiahou Tianyang.
Finally, he looked at the chair in front of Xiahou Tianyang.
A chair was prepared for Xiahou Tianyang at the table.
But that chair was sealed by an astonishing sword intent!
A first-level true immortal sword intent penetrated the chair and penetrated into the ground.
It seems that Xiahou Tianyang can only pull the chair and sit down if he breaks the sword intention.
Otherwise, you can only stand and talk.
Obviously, Xiahou Tianyang can't pull away!
This scene made Luo Fu's eyes narrow, and then he smiled slightly.
At this time, Xiahou Tianyang discovered that Luo Fu was present, and a flash of unnoticeable relief flashed across his face.
The old man at the table was holding a teacup and looking at Xiahou Tianyang with a kind smile.
It seemed like he didn't notice Luo Fu coming in.
The old man spoke slowly and smiled warmly: "Xiahou, your swordsmanship is very good. I am deeply pleased."
"The last time I saw you was about ten thousand years ago, when you were still a teenager."
"Come, sit down and chat with me about old times."
Xiahou Tianyang responded with a smile, then gritted his teeth and pulled up the chair in front of him.
But no matter how hard he tried, even releasing his strongest sword intent, he couldn't move the chair even one bit!
The palms that grabbed the back of the chair even had blue veins!
But the chair remained motionless!
The old man put on a smiling and expectant expression.
This scene made a look of embarrassment flash across Xiahou Tianyang's face.
In his own territory, he was being made things difficult by an outsider, but there was nothing he could do!
Just when Xiahou Tianyang's arms were shaking with anger, he was about to let go of his hands and give up in embarrassment!
A slender palm suddenly came over and grabbed the back of the chair next to Xiahou Tianyang's palm.
Then, the slender palm, seemingly casually, slowly pulled back.
squeak!
With the harsh sound of the chair legs cutting into the ground, the unmoving chair was easily pulled open by the slender palms!
The old man opposite, smiling and holding the tea cup to his lips, suddenly stopped.
A circle of palace god-level servants standing against the wall with expressions of disgust on their faces all looked shocked.
Xiahou Tianyang looked at Luo Fu beside him with grateful eyes.
Luo Fu came to his rescue.
The old man smiled, turned his attention to Luo Fu, and continued to bring the frozen tea cup to his mouth, saying: "Luo Fu?"
After that, he took a sip of tea.
Luo Fu also smiled and sat down directly.
When Xiahou Tianyang saw this, he automatically took half a step back and stood behind Luo Fu.
Then, Luo Fu smiled slightly: "Old man, maybe this is my Penglai Shenzong's drink, isn't it to your liking?"
"So we kicked out all the disciples from my sect who came to serve tea and water."
The old man smiled warmly: "Oh, I am old and can't get used to drinking water from a foreign country."
"Oh?" Luo Fu smiled, poured himself a cup of tea, and said, "Shall I try it?"
"The water of your noble sect must be sweet and delicious!"
The old man laughed heartily: "Master Luo is used to drinking bitter water, so if he drinks the sweet water of Lao Chan, he will naturally benefit from it."
"It's just that this old man's mouth can't tolerate the bitterness of your sect."
"Ashamed, ashamed."
Luo Fu drank it in one gulp and smiled: "The old man can't tolerate it in his heart. I'm afraid it's not just my sect's water."
After saying this, a circle of servants around him all looked at him with stern looks, showing their fierce looks.
The old man laughed loudly: "I couldn't tolerate it, so I threw it."
"It's just a cup of bitter tea, nothing worth mentioning."
Luo Fu smiled and said: "Good medicine tastes bitter, and tea must be the same way."
The old man stroked his beard and laughed: "I'm afraid Dao Master Luo is overthinking. What the old man said was just tea."
Luo Fu smiled: "I'm talking about tea."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Then, the old man said: "Come on, come on, today is not a good day for tea. Let's have it again tomorrow?"
Tomorrow is the time for Penglai to preach.
Luo Fu smiled slightly and said, "May I ask, where did the old man come from?"
The old man said: "Qingtian Sword Palace."
Luo Fu nodded: "It turns out he is a guest from Dongzhou Dao Domain."
"So, the old man is not a casual cultivator."
The old man stroked his beard and smiled: "The monks in the world are one family, why should they be so clearly distinguished?"
"Like Xia Hou."
As he said that, the old man looked at Xiahou Tianyang with kind eyes: "I think back then, Xuanzu of Xiahou was a servant of the old great ancestor."
Seven Ancestors: Father, Zu, Zeng, Gao, Tai, Xuan and Xian.
"Because Xuanzu of Xiahou was very loyal, the old great ancestor casually taught him some scrap skills."
"Sigh... times have really changed. I didn't expect that Xiahou Tianyang would grow up to be the sword master of the Penglai Divine Domain. Now, he has even served as the sage of the Penglai Divine Sect."
"Xiahou can grow to this point, I am sincerely happy for him."
Without waiting for Luo Fu to speak.
An old man's servant nearby suddenly stood up, hugged his shoulders and sneered: "Luo Fu, do you understand human language?"
"The cup of bitter tea our ancestor just talked about is you!"
"Destroying you is as easy as throwing tea."
"And your Po-Xu Sword Master, his Xuanzu, is not even qualified to be a disciple, so the Xiahou clan is only qualified to be casual cultivators!"
"As a result, his descendants actually became what kind of sword masters?"
"And he was supported by your Penglai Divine Sect as if he had obtained a treasure? Hahaha, this is really laughable."
"Just you? Does he dare to preach? Are you worthy?"
Hearing this, the old man narrowed his eyes and said, "Talk too much!"
After saying that, the old man waved his hand and slapped him.
A palm force from the air traveled ten feet in an instant and slapped the disciple of Qingtian Sword Palace, who was acting as a servant, until blood spurted out from his mouth.
Then, the old man smiled and said: "Junior does not know etiquette and talks nonsense. I will teach Master Luo a lesson."
When he mentioned the word "junior", the old man emphasized his tone and stared at Luo Fu.
Obviously it means something.
Luo Fu waved his hand carelessly: "Let me do this kind of rough work myself next time, why bother the old man to do it?"
"Speaking of which, the old man's hand can stretch far enough at this distance of ten feet."
The old man laughed heartily: "It doesn't matter if you don't stretch it long. There are always some young people who are self-righteous. If they don't teach them a lesson, won't they be going to make trouble?"
Luo Fu said with concern: "The old man is getting older. If he dodges his arms or waist, he will lose more than he gains."
"Listen to my advice, old man, and go back."
The old man said: "How can that be done? I will ask Master Luo for tea tomorrow."
"Are you determined to do this?" Luo Fu said.
The old man smiled slightly: "It must be so."
Luo Fu smiled brightly: "Then I will do my best to be a landlord and keep the old man here! Come down! Come on!"
The old man said happily: "That's the best!"
"Here, let's drink to Taoist Master Luo!"
After saying this, the old man handed the tea cup in his hand to Luo Fu.
The water in the cup is filled with the cold sword intent!
In the small teacup, a tiny water dragon was swimming and circling in the tea.
Upon closer inspection, the water dragon is actually made up of countless swords that are as thin as a thread.
The small space in the cup was actually destroyed by the water dragon, and the void vortex slowly rotated.
Xiahou Tianyang, when he saw this scene from behind Luo Fu, his pupils suddenly shrank and he whispered: "Tao Master, the tea is hot, don't drink it."
Luo Fu smiled, shook his head, and took the teacup on the spot.
Then he looked at the old man with a smile and said, "Old man, I'm offering tea. This is an order to expel guests."
"But the old man may have made a mistake. I am the Lord."
"You are the guest."
"However, your palace's tea is indeed sweet. I'm really greedy."
"sorry!"
After saying this, Luo Fu took a gulp of the water in the cup and drank it!
At the same time, in Luo Fu's mouth, the sword intent as thin as a hair was densely packed, forming a small and exquisite white tiger!
The sword intent that constitutes the white tiger is actually more than three times more numerous than the old man's water dragon sword intent!
Drive away the tiger and swallow the dragon!
The white tiger with sword intent swallowed the water dragon in one bite!
Immediately afterwards, the tea entered the mouth and entered the stomach.
Safe and sound!
The old man opposite had a solemn expression and his eyes were narrowed!
Luo Fu clasped his hands in his fists: "In this way, I won't disturb the old man's rest."
"See you tomorrow?"
The old man smiled: "See you tomorrow."
Luo Fu smiled slightly: "Elder Xiahou, let's go."
When he came to the disciple who was bleeding from the mouth, Luo Fu showed an unbearable look on his face: "Don't make your ancestor unhappy next time."
"Look at this bloody mouth."
After saying that, Luo Fu suddenly reached out his right hand and gently wiped away the blood from the servant's mouth with two fingers.
Then, step out of the palace.
next moment.
The disciple who was slapped opened his mouth wide in full view of the old man and other servants.
I saw this man, with tiny cracks appearing on his face without any warning.
Every crack was like being cut out by an extremely small sharp sword.
The cracks at the corners of his mouth quickly spread throughout his body.
In the next moment, the whole person disintegrated on the spot.
"Junior brother!" When the disciples saw this, they were shocked!
The old man at the table watched this scene helplessly, and the kind smile on his face disappeared.
Meanwhile, right at the table.
The air suddenly became distorted.
Follow, space distortion!
Eleven twisted vortexes of nothingness, formed side by side.
And from the eleven whirlpools, an old man with white hair and jade-like skin walked out.
Sitting in front of the table, the old man from Qingtian Sword Palace said in a cold voice: "Fellow Taoists, how do you evaluate it?"
An old man walked out of the whirlpool, looked at the direction Luo Fu left, and said calmly: "It's a good seedling."
"It's a pity that this seedling will die tomorrow."
Another old man nodded slightly: "In the world of casual cultivators, this man's achievements are indeed extraordinary."
"But compared with our twelve orthodox sects, it's not enough."
"Come on, give him a death tomorrow."
At this time, the third old man suddenly looked towards where Luo Fu was sitting.
Said: "There are water stains on the table."
The twelve old men looked at the table in front of Luo Fu at the same time.
But I saw that there were water stains on the table made by Luo Fu who dipped his fingers in tea before leaving.
The water traces drawn were eleven arrows.
And the points of these eleven arrows were actually the direction in which the eleven old men walked out of the vortex of nothingness.
Each water trace arrow points accurately to a vortex of nothingness!
The pointing is extremely accurate, every inch!
"Hiss..." The twelve elders gasped at the same time!
