In Wangxian Tower, as soon as the tall and short ranger said this, the atmosphere on the second floor suddenly became weird.
Wang Qiyu's expression condensed and he was about to have an attack.
Bai Ze held down Wang Qiyu's hand and signaled with his eyes not to act rashly.
Wang Han was eating wine leisurely, and Chen Qing looked like he was watching the fun, but Su Wen had a gloomy look in his eyes, and the Qiankun fan in his hand suddenly opened and closed, revealing his murderous intent.
On the second floor, Li Rong, the manager of the palace, pressed the wine glass in his hand on the table, snorted coldly, stared at the short ranger, his slender eyes revealed a murderous look, and said in a gloomy tone: "Is it possible that you drank too much?"
On the second floor of Wangxian Building, many diners looked at Li Rong.
"Drink too much?" At the next table, one of the six people laughed loudly, slammed his chopsticks on the table, and yelled, "How can Brother Hu's alcohol capacity be guessed by an old man like you?! "
"Little girl, come and pour some wine for me!" shouted the short ranger, and slapped his fat palm on the table, making a moderate sound.
The guests on the second floor of Wangxian Tower had different expressions. Some people frowned and looked at the half-hundred men at the table, and then at the eleven or twelve-year-old girl with a beautiful face. They felt quite unsatisfied and wanted to intervene between the two. Disputes between parties.
Su Wen couldn't hold himself back and already wanted to take action.
At this moment, Bai Ze suddenly stood up.
"Oh, isn't this my grandson Wang Wu?" Bai Ze looked at the five-short ranger with a surprised look on his face, and said to Wang Qiyu, "Young master, you see, this is not because he stole our things and was kicked out. The fifth king of the mansion?"
"Isn't it Wang Wu?" When Wang Qiyu heard Bai Ze's words, he immediately understood and started singing the double act.
The six people over there were stunned.
Bai Ze laughed and said: "Grandson, when I see your grandpa, why don't you come and propose a toast? Your dad is here too!"
As he said this, he looked at Su Wen.
When Su Wen heard this, he became furious and said, "Your father!"
"Where did you come from, you little brat, how dare you pretend to be my grandfather!" The short-built ranger said angrily, and started to slap the case.
"Damn it!" Wang Qiyu slapped the table and stood up, "What the hell, Wang Wu, even though you have been kicked out of the house by my father, how dare you not come and kneel down when you see me, young master?!"
"Little bastard!" The short-built ranger was about to kill someone with a knife.
Bai Ze sneered and slapped Mo Yu on the table. Everyone heard a sword sound and Mo Yu had already flown out. The sword blade slapped the short ranger's face hard and slapped him all over his face. is blood.
"Grandson, you are disrespectful to the young master?" Bai Ze looked grim and grinned, "Why, are you looking for death?"
Li Rong and Liang Shiyu were frightened by the scene in front of them. Wang Qiyu blinked at them. They had already guessed something in their hearts and did not move.
In Wangxian Tower, the diners acted as if they were watching a show.
Those six people made it clear that they were looking for trouble.
But before Li Rong and Liang Shiyu could react, five people at the other table suddenly made a move. The diners were not stupid. Bai Ze and his gang had made it clear that they were telling lies and wanted to cause trouble for the six people.
There was already a commotion here, and over there, in the private room on the second floor of Wangxian Building, the waiter hurriedly went to report to the shopkeeper that someone was making trouble, while the shopkeeper was having wine with the gods on the mountain.
"Shopkeeper, it's a disaster!" said the waiter.
"Don't panic." The shopkeeper is an elder who is over fifty years old. He has a shrewd face. To be able to build such a large restaurant at the foot of Yunhai Xianmen, the first immortal sect in the North, is by no means an ordinary person.
And while they say they are having wine with the gods on the mountain, in fact they can only be regarded as accompanying them.
The person having a drink with the shopkeeper of Wangxian Tower seemed to be a young swordsman in his twenties. But the shopkeeper's attitude towards him was respectful.
There is no other reason. This young swordsman is obviously the core disciple of Yunhai Immortal Sect Qi Yunfeng, and he has a great status.
There are a large number of fairy children in the Yunhai Immortal Sect. They have no talent for cultivation and are just mortals doing chores for the gods on the mountain. There are many immortals on the mountain who are fasting from grains, but there are also those who are not. Part of the hard work of those fairy boys is to cultivate and provide food for the immortals who do not eat grain.
Can the food eaten by gods be the same as that of fairy children?
The gods on the mountain took pity on the fairy boy and rewarded him with the remaining food he had eaten. But after all, these are not enough to eat, and earthly food must be taken from the mountains to feed the fairy boy.
And the source of food under the mountain is through Wangxian Tower!
Therefore, over the years, the shopkeeper of Wangxian Tower has gained a lot of benefits from it. Now he is over seventy years old, but he looks the same as he did in his fifties, and his body is quite strong.
Even a few years ago, the gods on the mountain took pity on him and taught him a method of breathing, saying that it could prolong life.
The shopkeeper never thought that such a good thing could happen, so he didn't dare to neglect it. He practiced it day and night. After practicing it for more than a year, he really felt that his ears and eyes were sharp.
"Since someone is making trouble, it's better for Shopkeeper Chen to take a look." The young swordsman said calmly, putting down the silver chopsticks in his hand with an elegant manner.
"It makes the Immortal laugh." Shopkeeper Chen said with a smile, and asked cautiously, "I dare to ask the Immortal, maybe we can go together?"
The young sword cultivator thought for a while and nodded in agreement, "That's fine. After all, this is the realm of my Immortal Sect. If you dare to cause trouble, I will handle it for you as Shopkeeper Chen."
"Thank you, Immortal!" Shopkeeper Chen was overjoyed.
Shopkeeper Chen and the young swordsman walked out of the private room side by side, and they were already having sex outside.
I saw a young man in front of me, with an extraordinary temperament. He stepped on a short ranger with one foot, and slapped the ranger's fat cheek with his sword scabbard. His eyes were full of banter, "Tsk, grandson, how many years?" I haven’t seen you, have you forgotten how grandpa beat you back then?”
The table where the six people were sitting had been smashed into pieces, and two people were lying on the edge. Their swords were unsheathed and thrown to the ground, and they were moaning desperately.
The remaining three people saw that the situation was not good, but they were so stunned that they did not dare to run away. They cursed: "You kid, how dare you hurt my brother!"
With that said, Zhuo Dao slashed at Bai Ze's head.
"Your brother?" Bai Ze looked disdainful, "So, aren't you all my grandchildren?"
The diners watching the excitement on the second floor of Wangxian Tower burst into laughter.
The three rangers came at them with knives, but Bai Ze couldn't avoid them.
Su Wen, on the other hand, without saying a word, picked up the bench under his buttocks and smashed the bench over, knocking the person in front of him so dizzy that he couldn't find his way around. He immediately rolled his eyes and knelt down.
"Young Master, that's okay!" Bai Ze said with a smile.
Of these people, one is truly invincible in the lower three realms, two are small invincibles in the lower third realms, plus one is the supreme in the fourth realm. Those six rangers are not even close to the four realms, and they are not enough.
Su Wen poured his energy into the bench in his hand, snorted coldly, dodged, and knocked down another bench.
Finally, the man got scared and ran away.
Su Wen was too lazy to chase after him. The bench in his hand had already been waved out, and a bang hit the ranger on the back of the head, causing him to straighten his legs and fall to the ground.
Before the fight was finished here, over there, at the door of the private room, the young swordsman had already pulled shopkeeper Chen and hurriedly slipped into the private room as if he couldn't avoid it.
"Chang Immortal, why is this happening?" Shopkeeper Chen looked confused.
"The one who was fighting just now was my uncle!" The young swordsman held back for a long time before saying this, which was embarrassing or embarrassing.
"Ah!" Shopkeeper Chen was stunned and asked cautiously, "That handsome young man in white?"
"It's not just him." The young swordsman twitched his lips, "It's also the guy who picked up the bench and hit someone." Finally, he added, "The two sitting on the side watching the show are still my uncles."
Shopkeeper Chen was stunned and speechless for a moment.
The immortal master's uncles were fighting in the restaurant. I really don't know if this was his honor or if he was unlucky today.
