Xiao Yao turned his face, and standing behind him was a young man in a white robe. He had long hair and a crown, and his face was delicate and tender. Such a person would definitely become a red face when thrown outside.

"Hey, buddy, what's the matter? Are you dumb and can't speak?" the young man asked curiously.

Xiao Yao was silent for a while, deliberately lowered his voice to make his voice sound thicker, and said, "We are from Zijinmen."

"Oh! Zijinmen! I know!" the young man laughed, "I'm from Honghuangdao, my name is Kunmu!"

"Hello, hello..." In fact, Xiao Yao didn't want to talk too much with the other party, nor did he want to know the other party, but this guy was a bit too enthusiastic, and looking at the posture, it was just a chatter.

"Haha, you haven't said what your name is yet!" Kun Mu said seriously, "I have already said my name, and you should also report your family!"

"Oh, my name is Ding Liuzhi." Xiao Yao was depressed.

"My name is Bai Mulin..." Nan Tianyuan was also a little dumbfounded.

"Wow! What a coincidence! We have a Muzi in our name!" Kun Mu slapped Nan Tianyuan on the shoulder, "What a fate!"

"Yes, fate..." Nan Tianyuan didn't know how to deal with the other party, so he could only follow the other party's words.

"So, I think we can be friends!" Kun Mu said with a smile.

Nan Tianyuan glanced at Xiao Yao, using his eyes to convey the thoughts in his heart at this time.

He just wanted to make a complaint. Isn't this guy who emerged at this moment really stupid?

Xiao Yao didn't change his expression, as if he hadn't seen Nan Tianyuan's eyes.

The main reason was that at this time, he didn't figure out who this Kunmu was, and this time, their method of coming to the trade conference was not bright. It would be better to be low-key if it can be low-key.

"By the way, you Zijinmen, you don't lack good things, why are you still participating in the trading conference?" Kun Mu asked curiously.

"I just came to Taobao to join in the fun. We at Zijinmen do not lack good things, but we lack them." Xiao Yao said with a smile.

This can be regarded as Ding Liuzhi's previous rhetoric, and now it can be used when moved out.

"That's what I said." Kun Mu seemed to understand something and nodded, "I know that you Zijinmen have always been very stingy, and you must be very stingy to these disciples under your hands."

The corners of Xiao Yao's mouth twitched fiercely.

He could see it, this guy named Kun Mu is really a chatter!

As the saying goes, he doesn’t want to communicate too much with the other party, so as not to show his feet, so at this time his brain is also running fast, and he feels that he has to find a way to stop the other party from being so awkward and crooked. .

"That, Kun Mu, right? Otherwise, you can tell us about Honghuangdao." This is the way Xiao Yao came up with. In his opinion, he and Nan Tianyuan are pretending to be Ding Liuzhi and Bai Mulin, who I don’t know if I missed anything, so the smartest way is to turn against the guest and ask Kun Mu about it. In this way, you can avoid the way of saying too many words, after all, just look at this guy’s mouth. Like a machine gun, it is estimated that not letting him speak is more difficult than wanting his life.

After listening to Xiao Yao's words, Kun Mu suddenly frowned, and a bright color flashed in his eyes.

From Kun Mu's mouth, Xiao Yao also had an understanding of that prehistoric road.

In fact, Honghuangdao, to be precise, is a Taoist temple, and all of it is Taoist priests. The head of the Taoist Taoist priest is Xuankong Daochang. Now it is the cultivation base of Linghe.

What Xiao Yao didn't expect was that this Kunmu was also a practitioner of the spiritual energy realm. Although he was only in the Lingxi realm, he could be regarded as a master. At least Xiao Yao knew that he was definitely not the opponent's opponent.

And looking at Kun Mu's delicate skin and tender flesh at an age, he really couldn't believe it. It's no wonder that he couldn't see through Kun Mu's cultivation before.

This can be regarded as a goddess!

Although Kun Mu is a chatter, in general, his character is still very good. As long as he is familiar with it, he basically asks what to say without the slightest hesitation. Of course, such a personality may not be a good thing. Fortunately, Xiao Yao and Nan Tian are far from being bad guys, and there is no contradiction between them and Honghuangdao. If this is the enemy of Honghuangdao, it is estimated that the information that Kunmu has said can upset the whole Honghuangdao. .

The premise is that that person must have enough strength.

"Hey, otherwise the three of us will become brothers!" Kunmu said with an idea.

Xiao Yao: "..."

Nan Tianyuan: "..."

The two of them really couldn’t understand Kun Mu’s thoughts. Everyone just got acquainted with each other, but they wanted to become brothers. They didn’t know whether he was too simple or too nervous. Anyway, Xiao Yao couldn't do such a lack of mind.

"Cough cough, let's talk, let's talk." Xiao Yao bit his scalp and said.

Kunmu became a little unhappy after hearing what Xiao Yao said, and said, "Big Brother Ding, do you look down on me a little bit when you say that?"

Xiao Yao's current dress is a middle-aged man, Kun Mu called out Big Brother Ding, which is not excessive at all.

After hearing Kun Mu’s words, Xiao Yao could only have a bitter smile on his face. In fact, to really be able to worship a cultivator in the Lingxi realm, this is absolutely profitable and harmless to him, but the key question is, Xiao Yao and Nan Tianyuan’s current identities are both fake, how can they be worshipped? Moreover, even if they do bow down, there is no possibility of any intersection in the future, and it has no meaning at all.

If one day Kun Mu suddenly learns the truth, he will still feel that Xiao Yao and Nan Tianyuan are playing tricks on him. When the time comes, they can't help but provoke an enemy of Lingxi realm.

Isn't this lack of heart and soul?

However, looking at Kun Mu's posture at this time, Xiao Yao was somewhat helpless, as if as long as he refused to bow to the other party, Kun Mu would think that he and Nan Tianyuan looked down on each other.

Xiao Yao thought for a while and said with a smile: "My brother Kunmu, I really want to worship you too, but you have to know that becoming a brother is a very solemn thing, and you have to hold a ceremony. Look here. It’s not appropriate either! Otherwise, after the trade meeting is over, I will go to you, and then how about we bow?"

A bright light flashed in Kun Mu's eyes, and he quickly said, "Is this true?"

"Really, seriously." Xiao Yao really wanted to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but unfortunately he still wears a mask.

"That's OK, let's say yes!" Kun Mu said with a smile.

It looked like a child.

Now Xiao Yao can be regarded as certain, this guy is really a lack of heart.

He didn't even say the address of Honghuangdao, and he didn't want to think about where he would go to find him then.

Of course, even if he said that, Xiao Yao and Nan Tianyuan would not go looking for him if nothing happened. Their current identities are fake, OK? It's just dealing with Kun Mu now.

Speaking of this, suddenly a loud voice sounded.

"The president is here!"

The crowd that was still crowded quickly gave way to both sides, the crowd voluntarily gave way to a trail, and a group of people came over with an old man in a blue robe.

The old man’s hair was half black and half white, and there was no expression on his face. He was tall and his eyes sparkled. What made people feel unexpected is that the old man’s skin was so white that he couldn’t guess his age.

"Why isn't this old man dead yet?" Kun Mu muttered suddenly.

Xiao Yao and Nan Tianyuan turned and glanced at him, their eyes a little surprised.

"When I saw him fifteen years ago, he was like this, and he is still like this now. He is simply an old monster." Kun Mu said.

Xiao Yao smiled, his eyes turned to the old man again.

I don't know why, even if I just look at the other person, I can feel the strong spirit in the other person's body.

An invisible aura, rippling in the air.

The old man's eyes are sharp, like a sharp knife. Whoever he looks at will lower his head subconsciously. It seems that even just looking at the other person is an indescribable torture.

When the old man looked at Xiao Yao, Xiao Yao also stared at him.

The old man was taken aback for a moment, a smile appeared on his face, an imperceptible smile, and he simply stopped and continued to stare at Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao looked back at him, but he didn't even realize that the people who had been stared at by the old man had lowered their heads.

Suddenly, the old man stepped open his legs and walked in front of Xiao Yao.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" the old man asked.

Xiao Yao was a little curious: "Why should I be afraid of you?"

The people around them stared at Xiao Yao with wide-eyed eyes, and they began to wonder what the identity of this unconscious guy was.

Xiao Yao didn't even realize that he had become the focus of all cultivators.

This is no wonder, because he did not think that looking at the old man is a very remarkable thing.

But soon Xiao Yao noticed that it was unusual.

Countless pairs of eyes all looked at me.

He started to sweat again.

After all, he and Nan Tianyuan came to participate in the trading conference with fake identities, and they are still disfigured. No one knows whether this unfathomable old man can see through the face under his mask.

Besides, being stared at by so many people, Xiao Yao felt miserable in his heart. He said he should keep a low profile. How come he has become the focus of everyone's attention?

Fortunately, this phenomenon did not last long, so don't interrupt the smile.

"Hahahahaha! Old man withered wood, you also have a deflated thing? My elder brother is right, why should people be afraid of you?" It was Kun Mu who was talking.

He hugged his belly and laughed, as if he heard the funniest joke in the world.

The old man glanced sideways at Kun Mu, his face depressed: "Boy, why are you here again?"

Kun Mu widened his eyes and said, "What's the matter, this is yours? Why can't I come?"

The old man was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Isn't this my house?"

This time it was Kunmu's turn to be speechless.