This Zuixian Building, hidden in the alley, is of a low-end spiritual wine usually supplies some low-priced ones.

Even middle-level and high-level monks with a little status and some money will not come to such places to hang out. Only those early-level monks and qi training monks who have no background and have made money by working hard work will come to such a bustling small place to have a few drinks and hype them to relieve their boredom after working hard for a day.

There was a burst of noise coming from the Zuixian Tower, and the maids who accompanied the wine sent back and forth at the table. The wine scented and the spring was in erosion.

However, at this time, these monks were not concerned about these maids who accompanied the drinks. The attic on the second floor of the restaurant, a group of Qi training and foundation-building monks were noisy around a middle-aged monk with a sloppy dress and a mixed beard, about fifty years old. This person is a foundation-building monk, but he is only at the level of three levels.

"Hey, Brother Yin, what great powers did the Holy Emperor have back then?"

"The great power of the Holy Emperor's ancestor is a secret. How many people in this world can know? Although we are descendants, we are not very clear. However, let me tell you how powerful the Holy Emperor's ancestor was back then? As long as he snorted so coldly, the other five sect masters and four giants of the Heavenly Dao Alliance will tremble. Think about it, what a great person are the five sect masters of the Heavenly Dao Alliance and the other four giants. But they only have the only one to put down in front of our ancestors. You can tell me, how powerful the great power of our ancestors is!"

The middle-aged monk was quite proud.

"Brother Yin, just brag. Since the Holy Emperor is so powerful, why was the Holy Emperor Palace taken away by other immortal palaces?"

A white-haired old man next to him disagreed.

"What do you little old man know?"

The middle-aged monk picked up a cup of spiritual wine, took a sip, his face was rosy, and he argued, "The ancestors of our Holy Emperor were trying to overcome the divine thunder tribulation, and they were worried that their enemies would seize the opportunity to take revenge, so they stayed away from overseas and disappeared. Those shameless guys, seeing that my ancestors were gone, dared to attack the Holy Emperor Palace. Otherwise, they would not have the courage. As long as our ancestors came back, their group would be finished."

"Your ancestors have been going through the tribulation for thousands of years, why haven't they finished it yet? Should your ancestors come back, right?" "Come back? I think, the Holy Emperor has probably been passed down to become an immortal by the divine thunder tribulation, no matter you descendants."

"Come on, drink and drink!"

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

The many monks surrounding the middle-aged monks laughed, laughed loudly, and hugged the women who were drinking and laughed loudly. They just listened to the middle-aged monk's flattery of the Holy Emperor as a joke.

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

Just when this group of monks at the bottom was noisy and laughing.

A young man in white clothes came to the alley outside the Zuixian Tower. He narrowed his eyes and glanced across the restaurant, and fell on the sloppy middle-aged monk through the pavilion.

This person is Ye Qin.

He has been walking around in Xianque City these days, spending a lot of spiritual stones to find out the news. He learned from a idler in the city who specializes in buying and selling news that a middle-aged foundation-building monk with the surname Yin often claims to be a descendant of the Saint Emperor in this Zuixian Tower, boasting about how powerful the Holy Emperor's ancestors are. The Holy Emperor Palace has been destroyed for thousands of years, and no one knows whether this person is true or not.

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

If what we expected was good, it must be this middle-aged monk.

Ye Qin looked at the sloppy middle-aged monk for a while, and heard the words of everyone just now talking, and shook his head slightly. If the descendants of the Holy Emperor had this kind of virtue, I really don’t know if the Holy Emperor would jump out of the Xuanbing Jade Coffin of the underground Holy Emperor Mausoleum in the chaotic place, and were angry with the incompetence of the younger generation.

He slowly walked to the restaurant.

Starting from the first step Ye Qin stepped into the restaurant.

The entire noisy Zuixian Tower, hundreds of monks calmed down almost instantly. The differences in spiritual pressures of monks of different classes made them feel the changes in the atmosphere in the air at the first time.

"Golden Pill Cultivator!"

These early-level monks in Qi training and foundation building turned to look at Ye Qin, exclaiming in their hearts, and the depths of their eyes were filled with surprise. But more were fear.

In this kind of place, even high-level foundation-building monks rarely come, let alone Jindan monks with extremely noble status. That is a class they cannot expect to reach. No one in this restaurant dares to speak nonsense anymore, they are extremely regular, and even those unrestrained maids sit upright.

Ye Qin didn't care, so he came to the second floor of the restaurant, walked past the monks, and sat down casually on a clean and empty table next to the window.

More than a dozen low-level Qi training monks on several tables near his table were trembling and trembling all over. A Jindan monk sat within several feet of them, reaching a huge gap of two levels, and the terrifying spiritual pressure brought by the feeling was even more uncomfortable than death.

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

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

Before this Jindan ancestor spoke, who dared to move his butt? Whether the monks left or stayed was something that the Jindan ancestor could decide. What they were most looking forward to now was that they heard the word "get out" from Ye Qin, so they could immediately escape from this place that brought them fear.

Unfortunately, Ye Qin had no such idea at all.

The owner of Zuixian Tower is a mid-level foundation-building monk. Facing the lighter spiritual pressure that the Jindan monk has suffered, he saw Ye Qin appearing in the restaurant and was overwhelmed by surprise. He ran over to wipe the table diligently and served spiritual tea.

"Senior, what dish do you want to order? The best thing in this building is a dish with pearls and crispy abalone. This dish is made of hundreds of years old abalone, and is made of five or sixth-level precious spiritual medicines as auxiliary ingredients. It is embedded with soup balls, and the pearls are inlaid, and the mouth is appreciated together. This dish is the most famous dish in these three streets and eight alleys."

This extremely surprised poster can spare no expense in order to make Ye Qin satisfied with the Zuixian Tower.

If a senior Jindan visits this small restaurant and says it will greatly increase his reputation, this small restaurant will definitely increase its reputation among these lower-level monks. The business will definitely become more popular in the future.

"No need, just sit and leave."

Ye Qin smiled slightly and waved his hand to let the poster leave.

"Yes, senior, please sit slowly."

The poster dared not say much, and retreated in disappointment.

Ye Qin took a sip of spiritual tea, smiled faintly, and seemed to be talking to himself, "Just just now, someone claimed to be the descendant of the Holy Emperor? I wonder if this is true or not?"

On the second floor of the pavilion, the low-level monks looked at each other in silence, and no one dared to stand up and answer.

However, their eyes were all looking at the sloppy middle-aged monk in the middle, full of pity and sympathy.

It turned out that the Jindan ancestor came to a small place like Zuixianlou for the sake of the Holy Emperor. Brother Yin was so unlucky that he would just cheat him here and get some spiritual wine to drink, but he was actually targeted by a Jindan monk.

The middle-aged monk's face suddenly changed, his lips trembled, he lowered his head and kept silent, and drank a few sips of the strong wine. Then, amid the amazement and admiration of the low-level monks, he resolutely ran out of the restaurant and hurriedly penetrated the lively alley outside the restaurant.

Ye Qin was not in a hurry. His spiritual sense had long been locked on the middle-aged monk, and he had nowhere to escape within dozens of miles.

After savoring a few sips of spiritual tea, he threw down a few spirit stones and checked out.

Then he walked slowly for several miles and came to a low small stone house deep in the alley.

With a push of his empty hand, 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 golden elixir monk, so he did not intend to escape, but waited for Ye Qin in this remote and deserted place.

"Senior, the young one is indeed a descendant of the Holy Emperor, but the young one is just a small branch of the Holy Emperor. The Holy Emperor Palace has been destroyed for thousands of years, and the old grudges have disappeared. Do you want to kill even such a small person as the young one?"

Ye Qin said calmly, "I think you've made a mistake. I only want to know one thing when I come here. Do you know the Holy Emperor's puppet refining technique?"

"No! When the Holy Imperial Palace was destroyed, these classics and techniques had long been stolen by the Immortal Palaces."

The middle-aged monk's face changed slightly, and he vetoed it with an extremely firm determination.

Ye Qin stared at the middle-aged monk.

The firm expression of the middle-aged monk did not seem to be lying.

Ye Qin knew how to search for evil spirits and other evil spells, so he had no way of knowing whether what the middle-aged monk said was true or false.

However, he has a way to test it out.

"Oh, that's a pity. I originally thought that if the descendants of the Holy Emperor still mastered the puppet weapon refining technique, then I used this Jinjindan to exchange for him for this puppet weapon refining technique. Since there wasn't, there was nothing I could do."

Ye Qin thought for a while, took out a blue water-type pill with extremely rich spiritual energy from the storage bag, said regretfully, then put the pill into the storage bag, turned around and left.

"This is a knot~, a golden elixir!?"

The middle-aged monk was shocked, his eyes shone brightly, and he screamed in his trembling voice.

If a foundation-building monk wants to become a golden elixir monk, it is necessary to form a golden elixir. The Holy Emperor family has long declined. It is almost impossible for him to get a golden elixir like a down-and-out foundation-building monk.

Few foundation-building monks have seen the golden elixir, but at least they can feel the spiritual energy of the golden elixir, which is far beyond the reach of ordinary spiritual elixirs.

"Senior, wait!"

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

Ye Qin laughed in his heart. With such a heavy profit, he could indeed find out what is true or false.

He turned around and asked, "Do you have the Holy Emperor's puppet refining technique here?"

The middle-aged monk shook his head and said, "There is no one here. However, I know who is in the hands of the puppet refining technique of the Holy Imperial Palace back then."

"Who? Don't tell me that it is the immortal palaces of the Heavenly Dao Alliance and the Heavenly Demon Alliance. I can't afford to provoke these immortal palaces!"

Ye Qin frowned.
Chapter completed!