Seeing Yang Xu getting closer and closer, the black magician wanted to shout loudly.

Don't come over here!

However, under the leadership of Abu, Yang Xu finally sat next to the black magician.

Very close.

Within reach.

The black magician can already hear the roar of the ancestral spirit within his body.

Crazy roar of filial piety!

His face was sometimes livid, sometimes pale, and sometimes flushed.

The backlash caused by the ancestral spirit riot made his whole body sting, and his internal organs felt as if they were being boiled by heat waves, making him miserable.

"Damn, damn, who the hell is this!"

The black magician lowered his head, drank coffee silently, glanced at Yang Xu secretly from the corner of his eyes, and roared crazily in his heart.

More than a hundred years ago, he was just an ordinary Indian wizard.

However, a sudden change nearly destroyed his tribe, and only a few people survived.

In despair, the black magician made a decision that went against his ancestors.

Sold himself to the ancestral spirit worshiped by the tribe.

The so-called ancestral spirits are the souls of ancient ferocious beasts worshiped by Indians. Although these ferocious beasts have died long ago, they still possess powerful power.

People who sign a contract with the ancestral spirit can gain the power of the ancestral spirit.

Ordinary people can only sign a contract with one ancestral spirit, but in desperation, the black magician signed a contract with all the ancestral spirits enshrined by the tribe, and thus gained nine abilities.

From that moment on, the black magician was born.

For more than a hundred years, black magicians have seen many people and experienced many dangers, but they all survived tenaciously and gained a terrifying reputation.

In South America, his name is enough to stop children from crying, and he is a terrifying demon-like existence.

However, the black magician has never encountered anything like this.

A person who makes the ancestors go crazy with fear just by being close to him!

That is the ancestral spirit that the tribe has worshiped for hundreds of thousands of years!

He has long since shed his mortal body and is like a demon-like ancestral spirit.

The black magician is now full of questions.

He doesn't understand, he really doesn't understand.

Who is the visitor?

Why does it have such terrifying power?

After Yang Xu sat down, Abu said carefully and helplessly: "Sir, we can only provide tea, coffee and wine now. What do you want?"

"A pot of tea."

Yang Xu could understand the hotel owner's difficulties and ordered a pot of tea with a smile.

The two guards stood beside the table, their eyes as sharp as hunting eagles, vigilantly observing the surrounding environment to make sure there was no threat around the king.

The black magician who was relatively close to Yang Xu naturally became the focus of attention.

Both of them are from the Qingqiu Fox Clan, and they are both special individuals of the Qingqiu Fox Clan.

One person has the power to control water and fire.

One person can control space.

They are twins, their appearance and body shape are almost identical, no difference can be seen.

The one who controls water and fire is called Qingqiu Yan.

The one who controls space is called Qingqiu Yun.

Their performance attracted a lot of people's attention.

Naturally, this includes people from the Taoist League.

Lei Ming was unwilling to leave. Although Yao Yuan felt uneasy, he could only choose to stay.

Most of his energy was focused on Yang Xu and the others.

After noticing the situation of the three people, Yao Yuan already had a guess.

"It seems that this is their head. I don't know who his two bodyguards are. They look like Chinese and Western hybrids. This is rare in our country. Could it be that they are foreign practitioners? If they are foreign practitioners, it is true.

That makes sense."

Yao Yuan whispered his guess.

Although Daomeng has considerable power domestically, its development abroad is actually very average.

They know more about some of the more famous foreign cultivator groups. However, there are also many low-key cultivator groups abroad, and they know very little about these cultivator forces that can be hidden.

Lei Ming said nothing, but he agreed with Yao Yuan's guess.

"sit."

Yang Xu noticed the eyes around him and the three of them, and gave instructions to the two guards who had never forgotten their duties.

In addition to being invited, he came here this time to see how Qingqiu Ying became the manager of the Sixth District in three days.

Another purpose is to enjoy the happiness of ordinary people.

Have a meal.

Shopping.

Hang out.

See a movie.

Experience the joy of being an ordinary person.

Five years after arriving in the wilderness, Yang Xu has almost forgotten these memories.

The two of them got the order without any hesitation or shirk.

They sat on the left and right sides of Yang Xu respectively, still maintaining a highly vigilant attitude.

Soon, the boss brought steaming hot tea.

Qingqiu Yan took the tea and poured himself a small cup first. He didn't care at all that the tea had just boiled and just drank the tea in the cup. He didn't pour a cup for Yang Xu respectfully until he was sure that there was nothing wrong with the tea.

During this period, Qingqiu Yun's eyes were constantly observing his surroundings.

This is their habit.

When hunting in the wild, any carelessness may cause death.

When the team is operating, if someone is drinking water or taking a rest, someone must remain vigilant to ensure the safety of their companions.

And their actions were all seen by Yao Yuan and others.

Yao Yuantong's vagina tightened and he smacked his tongue.

"Hiss~~ It's such a grand occasion, and there's actually someone dedicated to testing the poison."

"Looking at them, they don't act like ordinary bodyguards. They look like dead warriors trained by a big family. Damn it, since we came to Poseidon's Kingdom, there are more and more things we can't understand."

Yao Yuan shook his head slightly.

Yang Xu is not the first powerful person whose Taoist alliance cannot find clear information.

But this was the first time he had seen such a pomp and circumstance.

When Lei Ming saw this, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind and he asked in a low voice.

"How many families and forces in China have gone abroad to develop in the past few hundred years?"

Yao Yuan was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses.

Yang Xu has a standard Asian appearance.

The two people who were just asked to sit down were speaking in Chinese.

Although based on this alone, they could not be sure that Yang Xu was from China, they were very likely to have a close connection.

Based on the Dao League's understanding of the Chinese cultivation world, it is impossible for such a strong person to hide until now, so it cannot be a cultivator force within China. Since it is not a Chinese cultivator force, the most likely possibility is to leave China and develop overseas.

of Chinese power.

In this way, the family or sect of practitioners who migrated from China in the past becomes an excellent clue.

Yao Yuan's eyes brightened slightly and he said excitedly: "A real person can still see clearly, but I have to go back and check the information on this."

"In the past few hundred years, there have been quite a few cultivators who have left China and gone abroad to develop."

Having said this, Yao Yuan couldn't help but shook his head.
To be continued...