"Huh? Hahahaha! Hahaha!"
The six people burst into laughter, and one of them said loudly: "Maybe they have never drank tea, haha, fun, fun!"
If among the three Mi Xiaojing, Qian Duqian is not there, I guess nothing will happen to him and Hu Tu. This trivial matter is not worth fussing about, but Qian Duqian is a lunatic. If people don't mess with him, he will often stir up trouble. What's more, these cultivators dared to laugh at him.
Standing up slowly, Qiandu walked to a few people and said calmly: "Is it funny?"
Because Qian Du was so ugly, it looked a bit scary. The laughter of the six people stopped suddenly, and the fat man at the head suddenly became a little unhappy and said, "Why are we laughing? It's none of your business!"
Qiandu Qian touched his nose, and a poisonous lotus appeared in the palm of his hand. He planned to slap the poisonous lotus directly on the opponent's face.
Mi Xiaojing said quickly: "Don't kill anyone..."
Mi Xiaojing understands Qiandu Qian too well, and killing people at the slightest disagreement is not a psychological burden to him at all.
At this time, Qiandu Lian's hand had already been slapped up, and the poisonous lotus in his palm disappeared instantly, and a real slap hit the opponent's fat face.
The peach blossoms are thousands of red!
The fat nose was flattened directly, and the blood flew out, as if a puddle of water had been stepped on. This was the effect.
The big fat man was sent flying backwards by this slap, and hit a table with a bang, which instantly shattered into pieces.
Several other cultivators were stunned. This was an ancestor in the Nascent Soul stage. He was shot away like that, and the ancestor couldn't react.
The big fat man suddenly became furious and flew up with a roar. At the same time, a bright golden light shot out and a high-grade spiritual sword pierced Qiandu Lian directly.
Mi Xiaojing said: "When fighting, fight hard and don't use the weapon." He stretched out his hand to grab it, and the high-grade spiritual sword turned directly.
The big fat man tried his best to control the sword, but the spirit sword, which had always been handy, refused to obey his orders at all. It instantly fell into the hands of the young man at the table. He was immediately frightened and even grabbed the sword with his bare hands while he was controlling the sword with all his strength.
The one-foot-long golden spiritual sword danced in Mi Xiaojing's hand. He said nonchalantly: "Don't use weapons, just fight as you should."
Qiandu Qian was happy when he heard this. He knew that Mi Xiaojing had agreed to take action, so he would beat this guy first. As for the middle and low-level cultivators around him, Qiandu Qian was not affected. It was not because of his kindness. But he was afraid that if he didn't control the severity well, he might kill a few of them, and Mi Xiaojing would definitely be unhappy at that time.
As for the big fat man, relatively speaking, Nascent Soul cultivators are still very resistant to beatings!
boom!
Qiandu Lian flew up and kicked down the big fat man who had just gotten up. This time the big fat man was really going to cry. His strength was not bad, but he couldn't even dodge against Qiandu Lian. , there is no way to avoid it.
The big fat man turned over and suddenly kicked out. This kick was absolutely clever, and it actually hit Qiandu Lian's thigh. But it was this kick that made him wake up, because with this kick, his whole foot was shaken. It hurt, so fucking hard.
Only then did the big fat man realize that something was wrong and shouted: "Senior, stop... Senior, stop!"
Qian Duqian was kicked by the opponent. Although it didn't hurt much, he was very embarrassed. He heard the opponent calling him "Senior", but he didn't pay attention at all. He went up and beat him violently. This time, the big fat man didn't even dare to fight back.
Mi Xiaojing said: "That's enough, stop fighting..."
Only then did Qiandu Lian stop. Others could not identify his cultivation, but the big fat man knew in his heart that this man was at least a master in the distraction stage, and he was simply blind.
In the Hidden Saint Star Alliance, the hierarchical system is absolutely strict, especially the cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage and above all know this. Therefore, once the big fat man realizes that the other party is a senior, he immediately dares not to take action. Even if he is beaten severely, he can only grit his teeth. endure.
Fortunately, with Mi Xiaojing, Qian Duqian did not dare to act recklessly. Everyone here has an owner, and Mi Xiaojing and Hu Tu are still members of the elders of the Hidden Saint Star Alliance. They cannot allow him to kill people from the Star Alliance, so Just a few beatings and forget it.
In fact, if you really kill, just kill. In the Hidden Holy Star Alliance, if the elders of the elders want to kill, no one can stop them. Of course, they can't kill indiscriminately. In a situation like today, people will kill after just a few words of ridicule. This is too much, Mi Xiaojing is not a murderous person.
The big fat man breathed a sigh of relief. After the other party stopped, he realized that although he was in severe pain all over his body, it was just a skin injury, not serious. He knew in his heart that the other party was showing mercy.
"Senior..."
Qiandu came to Mi Xiaojing and said, "Master, I didn't hurt him..."
This sentence frightened the big fat man out of his wits. His legs went weak and he sat on the ground. Mi Xiaojing waved and said, "Okay, come and sit."
His words were polite, but there was an undeniable air to them.
The big fat man even crawled over and didn't dare to sit down. He stood at the table with his head down.
Mi Xiaojing let go of his hand and put the spirit sword on the table. The fat man did not dare to take it back, and said fearfully: "Senior..." This time he said it to Mi Xiaojing.
"sit!"
The fat man didn't dare to sit down any longer. He sat down cautiously and said, "Junior Xiong Fei is the elder of Tiannan City. The senior is..."
Mi Xiaojing pointed at the spirit sword and said, "Take it back. Don't use the sword randomly in the future, or someone will die!"
Xiong Fei was overjoyed. This spiritual sword was his treasure. If someone took it away, he would have no place to cry. He said, "Thank you, senior, thank you, senior..."
Although he had been beaten up by Qiandu Qian just now, as long as he could get the spirit sword back, the rest would not matter.
Mi Xiaojing smiled and said, "Come, let's drink some tea to calm down."
Hu Tu couldn't help but laugh. He joined in the fun and said, "Yeah, yeah, let's have some tea... You see, we ordered so much tea just to calm your nerves, haha..."
This is the world of cultivation. If you disagree, you can get into a fight, or you can sit down and chat at any time.
Xiong Fei laughed awkwardly, and couldn't help scolding himself in his heart. How much tea someone ordered was their business. What did he do to ridicule him, but he was beaten into a miserable state? It was quite embarrassing.
In fact, this situation often happens. There is never peace between cultivators. All kinds of open and secret fights have never stopped. Even murders are common. Murders and arson often occur among mortals. Cultivators are people with high levels of force. If many things cannot be judged, then force is the best way to solve them.
The few cultivators on the side were trembling even more. Their ancestors were all beaten with bruises and bruises. How could they not be afraid? Everyone had shared in the ridicule just now, but now they were all standing on the side trembling.
Mi Xiaojing ignored these people and said, "Please tell me... where is the Yaoxing Gate?"