"Are you fellows from the Golden Goblet Tavern?"

In front of the Golden Goblet Tavern, Mo Qingzhu, dressed in an indigo robe with a Yin Talisman wrapped around his right eye, looked at the three cultivators before him with a puzzled expression.

Compared to the three robust cultivators, the slender Mo Qingzhu looked like a young man.

At this moment, one of the three, a man standing nine feet tall, with an octagonal hammer on his back and body hair like steel needles, stepped forward, glaring impatiently at Mo Qingzhu and said: