The voice carried a nameless fire.
It broke Zhao Fugui''s lofty spirit in an instant.
The crowd followed the example.
He saw two figures, ready to climb the stairs and step on the 18th floor.
Both men are men.
A young man of about twenty-three or four years old, an old man with his hands tied.
This is the 18th floor of the listening Pavilion.
It is not open to the outside world.
Even if you have money, you can''t enter.
But the two were walking on the stairs to the 18th floor.
It can be seen that these two people must be extraordinary.
"Little sect leader!"
Someone whispered out and recognized the identity of the first youth.
The young man, wearing green bamboo robes, has a slender figure but a gloomy face.
He is the little sect leader of the real bamboo sect.
That remark just now came from his mouth.
At this time, he was staring at Zhao Fugui.
In the pupil, there is an unknown fire.
It seems that there is no place to vent your anger.
But Zhao Fugui just hit the muzzle of the gun.
The atmosphere solidified instantly.
There seems to be an invisible Mars in the air, just a little.
In the presence.
Only Xiao Changfeng looked calm.
He just glanced and saw the strength of the two men.
The little sect leader is only the Ninth level of martial arts.
At his age.
It can only be regarded as mediocre, not even Zhao Fugui.
On the contrary, it was the old man who tied his hands.
Although it''s ugly, it''s like an old servant.
But his hands were broad and powerful, and there was a fine flash between his eyes.
Impressively, he is a strong man in Huangwu territory.
"Dead fat man, can you defile the name of Guangling saint? Kneel down and slap yourself!"
Little sect leader opened his mouth word by word.
Every word smells of fire medicine.
It seems that if Zhao Fugui doesn''t do it, the consequences will be very serious.
At this time, the guests at the other three tables were silent and dared not speak.
Bang!
The wine jar fell and a clear sound burst out on the table.
Zhao Fugui blushed, but at this time, he was shouting and staring at the little sect leader.
"I hate people calling me fat!"
Only Zhao Fugui, who has seven levels of land and martial arts.
I don''t know whether this moment is a moment of wine and courage, or a moment of straight nature.
At this time, he was connected with the Shao sect leader.
"Don''t you like others shouting? The young master wants to shout, fat man. Don''t think you are the inner disciple of the people''s sect, so I dare not touch you."
Young sect leader has a bad temper at this time.
See Zhao Fugui get in trouble with himself.
With a sudden smile, he went down the stairs and came to the 17th floor.
Zhao Fugui''s grey robe, which he had already seen.
But so what?
Little sect leader is like other wild bees, waves and butterflies.
When I learned that Guangling Saint came here, I was also ecstatic.
And Guangling Saint also came to Zhenzhu gate.
Just one look.
He is amazing and regarded as a goddess.
For this reason, he did not hesitate to be shameful and wanted to see him.
However, the saint of Guangling ignored him. He was blocked back several times.
Today.
He had made up his mind to invite the saint of Guangling to come here to experience the wind Pavilion.
However, the saint of Guangling left early in the morning.
However, the saint of Guangling did not go alone.
He also took his grandfather, the ancestor of Zhenzhu gate.
The goddess left.
Grandpa''s constraints are no longer.
Young sect leader naturally needs to vent.
He had smashed a lot of things at home before.
At this time, I came to listen to the wind pavilion to get drunk and solve thousands of worries.
But I don''t want to hear Zhao Fugui''s two ideals.
Dead fat man.
Don''t look at what you look like.
Trying to defile my goddess?
The nameless fire in my heart is stronger.
The young sect leader came to Zhao Fugui in the trembling eyes of the people.
Then he opened his mouth and said three words word by word:
"Dead! Fat! Son!"
Bang!
As soon as the young sect leader''s voice fell, a wine jar hit him on the head.
In an instant, the wine jar was broken.
The wine drenched the sect leader.
The young sect leader looks very embarrassed.
Suddenly, the old man who tied his hands wanted to do it.
But the little sect leader put out his hand and stopped him.
"Old song, you don''t have to intervene. Today I''ll make his life worse than death!"
The young sect leader sneered and was extraordinarily seeping.
The old man called song Lao stopped at this.
He knew that the young sect leader was in a bad mood.
Just take it out.
As for Zhao Fugui''s identity, he doesn''t care.
There are thousands of inner disciples of the people''s sect. As long as they don''t kill people, the real bamboo sect can hold them.
"I''ll go to your uncle!"
Zhao Fugui picked up a wine jar again and swung it in the air.
But this time.
The young sect leader was ready to smash the wine jar with one punch.
Then he continued to fight towards Zhao Fugui.
Although Zhao Fugui is an inner disciple of the people''s sect.
But after all, it''s just the seventh level of land and martial arts.
Two small realms lower than Shao sect leader.
At this time, he got a punch and quickly backed up.
But when he was about to hit Xiao Changfeng.
Suddenly, he turned and hit a beam next to him.
A thud.
Zhao Fugui had a small bag on his head.
If he hadn''t turned his body.
Hit Xiao Changfeng at most.
But in this way, the injury is more serious.
But he was also rough and fleshy. At this time, he got up with a grunt.
He rubbed his face hard.
Then his eyes showed a fierce light.
"If you don''t tear up your mouth today, you won''t be surnamed Zhao!"
Zhao Fugui was full of aura, and his body surface was suffused with a faint aura.
He did not retreat but entered, clenched his hands.
He took the initiative to attack the sect leader.
"Dead fat man, I''ll play with you today!"
The young sect leader is also holding a stomach of anger.
Similarly, the aura surged towards Zhao Fugui.
Boom!
When they fought, the already small 17th floor became more crowded.
The guests of the other three tables have long been hiding in the corner.
He looked at the battle between Zhao Fugui and the young sect leader in horror.
Old song stood by and was ready to meet him at any time.
In the presence.
Only Xiao Changfeng and Tongyi were still sitting there, tasting wine and enjoying the wind leisurely.
Bang bang!
The two fought with great momentum.
But after all, Zhao Fugui''s realm is lower and can''t support it gradually.
Finally, he was kicked out by the little sect leader, hit the ground and hit a big pit.
Poof!
Zhao Fugui spewed out a mouthful of blood and became very pale on his fair skin.
"Dead fat man, I will kill you alive today!"
The young sect leader jumped up suddenly.
He was in mid air, clenched his hands like a hammer.
"Xuan level intermediate martial arts: beat the sky hammer!"
The young sect leader was inspired to the extreme.
His eyes were red and angry.
The blow obviously left no hand.
Vow to kill Zhao Fugui.
Shua!
The young sect leader is ready and falls from the sky like a meteor.
Mercilessly hit Zhao Fugui''s face.
If this punch hits.
If Zhao Fugui doesn''t die, he will be seriously injured.
However, just when this punch was about to hit Zhao Fugui.
A broad palm firmly blocked the powerful and heavy fist.
meanwhile.
Xiao Changfeng''s cool voice also sounded slowly:
"Do you want to touch my friend?"