Looking at the old man in rags and drunken clothes in front of him, Su Wending's first reaction was to feel funny, but then he suddenly realized that this old man clearly wanted to blackmail him into buying some Yunyao Stone to buy wine!

"Go aside, if you are the Holy Dragon Lord, then I will be the Supreme Demon Emperor!" Su Wending waved his hand to the old man angrily, pretending to be vicious, and said, "If you dare to pester me again,

I, be careful if I am rude to you? Do you know who I am? I am the head of the Sky Eagle Sect. I don’t have your wine money here. If you want to cheat, go elsewhere and get out!"

"Hiccup!" The old man stared at Su Wending with drunken eyes, and suddenly grinned, "If you don't have a hundred Zi Yao Stones, then a hundred Yun Yao Stones will do. I, old man, I am poor now, you can just give me some money.

, buy some wine, and I will accept you as my disciple, I am really, really the Holy Dragon Venerable!"

Su Wending rolled his eyes angrily, and turned to look at Lu Feng, the Three Saints of Mingcheng, and others beside him. The Three Saints of Mingcheng and Lu Feng shook their heads in unison. Su Wending had confidence in his heart. The Three Saints of Mingcheng all felt that this old man was not the Holy Dragon Venerable.

Then Su Wending was too lazy to be polite to him!

"Get out of here!" Su Wending directly stretched out his foot and kicked the old man on the waist. The old man didn't notice and was kicked out by Su Wending. He rolled on the ground. A group of cultivators around him saw this.

They gathered around.

"Let's go!" Su Wending sneered and clapped his hands, turned back angrily, greeted Lu Feng and others around him, turned around and wanted to leave.

"That's him!" An angry scolding sounded. Su Wending was stunned for a moment, then stopped. He and Lu Feng and others beside him raised their heads and looked at the large group of cultivators who suddenly appeared in front of them with surprised expressions.

The leader was the Nascent Soul Stage cultivator whom Su Wending stared at and stepped on. Just now, this guy saw that there were many people among Su Wending and his group, so he turned around and left. Su Wending still remembered the indignant look on his face when he left.

Next to the cultivator, there were seventeen or eight people, all of whom were cultivators in the Nascent Soul Stage. Judging from the uniform blue robes, they were all cultivators from the same sect.

"Did he find a group of people to take revenge?" Su Wending was suddenly stunned. He turned around and looked at Lu Feng beside him in surprise. Lu Feng helplessly shook his head, shrugged, and smiled.

"Which one?" Among a group of blue-clothed cultivators, the leader of an out-of-body cultivator turned his head to look at the Nascent Soul cultivator, and said lightly, and an innate aura of superiority came from the out-of-body cultivator.

It emanates from his body, and it is obvious that this guy has been in a high position for a long time, and it is unclear which sect he is, a deacon or elder.

Su Wending didn't take it seriously. Today, there are tens of thousands of cultivators in the Zhulan Temple. They are all sects and organized figures. Among them, the leaders, elders and deacons are like crucian carp crossing the river. There are so many of them. A few of them appear among them.

In front of me, this is nothing!

"That's the old man!" Su Wending was stunned for a moment, because he actually saw that the Nascent Soul cultivator stretched out his hand and pointed, but it was not him, but the one lying on the ground behind them, struggling drunkenly and thinking.

A drunken old man who wants to get up from the ground!

A group of people immediately gathered around the drunken old man. Su Wending stared blankly at Lu Feng and others beside him, his face full of incredible expressions.

"That's him. He just stole the Yun Yao Stone from me. I don't know why. He just bumped into me and passed me by. The storage bag containing the Yun Yao Stone on my body was given away by him.

Stolen!" Nascent Soul Qi who was stepped on by Su Wending

The cultivator pointed at the old man who had just gotten up on the ground, and said to the out-of-body cultivator who exuded a leadership aura, "Deacon Yang, you have to make the decision for me! The Yunyao Stone in the storage bag

, but I have all my wealth!”

"Don't worry, with me here, everything will come to light!" Deacon Yang patted his chest and said to the Nascent Soul Stage cultivator with a look of assurance, "What does your storage bag look like? How many Yunyu Stones are in it?

Hey, old man, come here and don’t run away!”

"My storage bag is a small storage bag of one cubic meter. The storage bag is engraved with patterns of flowers and birds. The flower is a redbud and the bird is a breeze bird. There are two of them, four in total! There are two in the storage bag.

One hundred and twenty-eight cloud stones, thirty green stones, and one blue stone!" Nascent Soul

After the early cultivator finished speaking, the crowd around him suddenly burst into an uproar. This guy was indeed no mortal. Not only did he clearly remember the size and appearance of his storage bag, but he also remembered the number of Yunyao Stones in the storage bag.

It's surprising how accurate it is.

The old drunkard grinned at Deacon Yang with a drunken grin, pointed at the Nascent Soul cultivator next to him, and said with a smile, "I didn't take his storage bag, he's talking nonsense!"

"Look at how drunk you are!" Deacon Yang frowned, waved his hand angrily, and said coldly to the old man, "Didn't you take his storage bag? You really know how to quibble, do you dare to let us search you?"

"

"No!" The drunk old man suddenly shook his head and started to walk around drunkenly, but he staggered three times, because he exuded a strong smell of alcohol and stench, but no one dared to approach him. "I said no.

Take it, but don’t take it!”

"Didn't take it?" Deacon Yang snorted coldly and looked around. A group of cultivators from various places in the Zhulan Mountains were pointing at the old man and them. Deacon Yang thought for a while, stepped forward and stretched out his hand.

He grabbed the drunken old man's waist and tore off a storage bag in one fell swoop!

"Then tell me, what is this?" Deacon Yang held up the storage bag in his hand and showed it to a group of cultivators around him. The crowd suddenly burst into an uproar. The four storage bags with flower and bird patterns, weren't these the ones just now?

Is that what a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage says?

"This belongs to my apprentice!" The drunken old man swayed, and for some reason, he swayed in front of Deacon Yang. When Deacon Yang was not paying attention, he reached out and snatched the storage bag.

"Your apprentice?" Deacon Yang didn't take it seriously, but frowned and looked at the old man with a puzzled expression. Then he waved his hand, and a dozen people around him surrounded the drunken old man!

"My apprentice is over there, don't you believe it?" The drunken old man nodded seriously. Su Wending suddenly felt a dark shadow flash in front of his eyes, and something came into his hand. When he lowered his head, he happened to see the man with a flower and bird pattern.

The storage bag was already lying in his hand.

Looking up, the drunk old man opposite was looking at Su Wending with a smile. He pointed at him and said to Deacon Yang beside him, "That storage bag was given to me by him!"

A note to readers:

When my husband came home from get off work, there was a deep red on his forehead. When his wife saw Dafa, she was very cautious: Why is there lipstick?

It wasn't lipstick, it was blood. Something happened while driving home. My forehead hit the steering wheel.
Chapter completed!