Yi Qianmo stepped out of the tavern, his mind was filled with the scene of a second dream. This time he chose to believe Meng Po's words, and the first dream had been solved.

This kind of trust seems to be innate. It seems that Yi Qianmo has never chosen to believe it when he sees someone for the first time. He has never felt this way.

But this Meng Po gave him this feeling, and most of the time, he felt that his intuition was unreliable.

However, as soon as he walked out of the tavern, a black shadow flashed by. Before Yi Qianmo could react, he was directly suppressed by a powerful force, and then fell into a strange space.

His face changed. The cultivator who could directly suppress him and instantly threw him into a certain space was definitely far stronger than his current combat power.

But he wasn't nervous either, shouting in the space: "Who?"

"Don't care who I am, just answer my questions. If I don't feel satisfied, you will stay here forever."

A loud voice came.

"Um?"

Yi Qianmo frowned and had already activated Long Que in secret.

No matter what space this is, if he uses his full strength to continue his sword and cooperate with the power of the world, he will definitely be able to kill this place.

"You drank Naihe wine, right!"

the voice asked.

"Are you an old man in the tavern?" Yi Qianmo asked back.

"Don't worry about who I am. Now I'm asking you, are you drinking or not?" A high-pitched voice came again, majestic.

But this did not scare Yi Qianmo. He said calmly: "Do you know if I drink it or not?"

"I know I'm asking you." said a loud voice.

"You are just sitting next to me. You don't know best whether I have drunk alcohol." Yi Qianmo replied immediately.

"Although I'm sitting next to you, but..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man realized that he had been fooled and said angrily, "You dare to trip me up, you don't want to live anymore, right?"

"If you want to kill me, why bother to be in this ghost place? With your strength, there is no need." Yi Qianmo said, "I can tell you that I drank Naihe wine."

"How many bowls have you drunk?" the old man asked.

"Two bowls." Yi Qianmo said, "The wine in the bowl you brought is the second bowl, and I don't have a drop left."

Silence fell into the space.

After a while, the old man's voice came again, saying, "I only drank two bowls?"

"I only have two bowls, of course I only drink two bowls. You won't think I can drink three bowls of bar." Yi Qianmo said, "I respect me so much."

"Um!"

The old man fell into silence. After a while, he said, "With your cultivation level, how could you drink two bowls?"

Yi Qianmo smiled and said, "What's wrong with my cultivation? Is my cultivation very weak?"

"hehe."

The old man smiled contemptuously.

Suddenly, a terrifying pressure came, Yi Qianmo trembled all over, but he was not nervous. He activated the soul tower, and the fifth level of spiritual consciousness erupted.

This spiritual consciousness directly turned into a sword. No sound came from the slash in this space, but the pressure disappeared.

The old man outside trembled all over and immediately squirted out a mouthful of blood, and said angrily: "Little thing, you dare to attack me!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he immediately realized something was wrong, "Your divine consciousness is wrong. You are the divine consciousness. What level has your divine consciousness reached!"

"Three levels!" Yi Qianmo said.

"Impossible, how could the three levels of spiritual consciousness break my will pressure!" said the old man.

"I'm going to tell you, it's the fourth level."

Yi Qianmo said with a smile.

The old man stopped talking. He obviously believed Yi Qianmo's words, but he fell into a long silence in the space.

"Are you a monk of the Tongtian Sect? Who did you come from?" the old man asked.

"I come from the Tongtian Sect, but I don't have a master. The Master of Yao Pavilion is my brother of the beloved brother." Yi Qianmo said.

"Is there a master of the Tongtian Sect Medicine Pavilion? Who?" The old man was a little surprised.

"Liuquan." Yi Qianmo said.

"Liu Quan?" The old man was puzzled, as if Liu Quan was just an unknown person in his eyes.

"It's normal that you don't know each other. I've just been promoted. This time I'm the head of the Tongtian Sect Medicine Pavilion." Yi Qianmo said.

"Well, it seems that Tongtian Sect has produced a lot of talents recently."

The old man smiled and said, "Do you know who I am?"

"The Lord of Fengdu City, the Marshal who seals the battle against all living beings!" Yi Qianmo said.

"How do you know!" the old man was a little surprised, "Have you been to Fengdu City?"

"No." Yi Qianmo shook his head.

"How could you know?"

"I guess."

"Can you still guess this?"

"I can't guess, but in the tavern, the woman in blue called you Marshal and was very respectful to you. I think only the lord of Fengdu City has such qualifications."

Yi Qianmo said.

"You are so smart." The old man finished.

The dark space suddenly lit up. Yi Qianmo realized that he was actually in the place just now, and he had never left at all, and there was no space here.

There are only two possibilities to do this, that is, the other party's spiritual consciousness is far beyond him. The second possibility is that the other party used magic weapons that he could not understand.

But he prefers the first type. If it is the second type, with his knowledge, it is impossible for him to be without any awareness.

"What did the woman in the tavern keep you and tell you?"

The old man suddenly asked.

"Hmm?" Yi Qianmo frowned and said, "You are not allowed to call her that!"

"Hahaha, I was fascinated by her just when I saw her? That's right, in these three realms, I guess no man can not fall for her except for women."

The old man said proudly.

Yi Qianmo's face turned red, but his heart was filled with self-blame. He had never reacted like this before, but since he met this Meng Po, he had been a little different.

"What did she tell you?" asked the old man, "To be honest, otherwise I promise you won't be able to have a good time in the underworld."

"He said he was too obsessed with it. He invited me to drink a bowl of wine, but after drinking it, it was water."

Yi Qianmo said, "I also said that I don't want to forget, so I drink it and it's water."

The old man was stunned. He looked at Yi Qianmo and no longer cared about Mengpo. Instead, he cared about Yi Qianmo: "Are you sure you are drinking water?"

"Yes!" Yi Qianmo nodded, "It's tasteless."

"I didn't expect that you were still so sad at such a young age."

The old man asked.

“How to say it?”

Yi Qianmo asked.

"Be careful of the drunkenness of drinking, where is there any smell of drinking?" said the old man, "Let's go."

He came and went quickly, as if he had never appeared before, which made Yi Qianmo a little confused, but his last sentence was a bit profound.

But Yi Qianmo thought for a moment and then threw it behind.

When he walked out of the alley of the tavern and came to the street, he found that all the shop doors were open, and the streets were crowded with people and endless streams.

This is completely different from when he came.

"Uncle Master...Uncle Master, wherever you went, you can't find you." A voice came, and Zhong Bai ran over with a panic look.

"I'm going to have a drink," Yi Qianmo said.

"No, I searched all the taverns in the city, but I didn't see you." Zhong Bai said.

"Um?"

Yi Qianmo turned around and looked at the way he came. He subconsciously used his spiritual consciousness, but found that his spiritual consciousness was no longer absorbed.

What's even more strange is that the spiritual sense looked along the way he came, but he didn't see the Mengpo Tavern.

There was just an ordinary mansion, there was no Mengpo, no wine, and no sculptures at the door.

"Hell?"

Yi Qianmo subconsciously said.
Chapter completed!