"That's enough. The impact of your blow is enough to cause turmoil in Fengyun Tower and affect Fengyun Tower's business. So, stop."
A voice suddenly came to mind, but it was an old bartender who was standing silently in the corner.
Following his words, the old bartender actually moved, and the next moment he appeared between Chen Feng and Ji Feng, with a pair of skinny palms reaching towards the two fighting men.
"Go away," Ji Feng was so arrogant, how could he stop fighting just because of an old man's words? He immediately shouted, and his attack on Chen Feng suddenly changed direction and turned to attack the old bartender.
However, Chen Feng's expression changed. Just now, the old bartender had been sitting quietly on the side, extremely inconspicuous, and even Chen Feng did not detect it. Now that the other party came forward, Chen Feng's strong mental power suddenly noticed the difference.
The opponent's mental power is not weaker than his own at all, and is even higher than his own.
This had to make Chen Feng secretly surprised and fearful. His spiritual power level had already reached the late stage of Mahayana, and there were only a few monks in the world of cultivation who could match him. However, the earth appeared in front of him.
Without any hesitation, Chen Feng suddenly stopped his hand, stepped back, and left the battle circle.
Regarding Chen Feng's performance, a flash of appreciation flashed through the old bartender's cloudy eyes. Looking at Ji Feng again, there was a bit of coldness between his brows.
His skinny palms were swinging slowly, as if they were driving away the mosquitoes and flies buzzing around him.
However, Ji Feng's expression changed drastically.
He felt a strong force coming from the old bartender's hand. Without any chance to resist, Ji Feng flew out with a pale face, like a piece of wood swept away by the flood, without any feeling of difficulty.
After retreating dozens of meters, Ji Feng stood still coldly.
The old bartender seemed extremely unwilling to have any accidents happen to Fengyun Tower. Ji Feng flew all the way without hitting a table or chair.
"Who on earth are you," Ji Feng shouted with a stern expression, his face as gloomy as water.
Although the old man showed great strength, as the eldest son of Longmen, he was still unsatisfied. With how rich Longmen was, there were countless strong men in the family, including many loose immortals.
"I'm just an old bartender in Fengyun Tower. You are welcome to drink in Fengyun Tower. However, if you dare to do anything here, you will inevitably bump into some tables and chairs. I'm afraid you won't be able to afford the compensation. ," the old bartender's tone was vicissitudes of life, but it gave people a deep sense of pressure.
"What a joke, I can't afford to pay for just a few tables and chairs?" Ji Feng smiled sarcastically: "My Dragon Gate is above the world of cultivation, so I don't have anything."
As he spoke, Ji Feng suddenly took action, smashing a table next to him with his hands, and then yelled wildly: "Old guy, did you see that I have already broken a table? Do you dare to let me accompany you?"
"Do you dare to let me accompany you?" Seeing the arrogant Ji Feng, Chen Feng couldn't help but curled his lips: "This guy has no brains."
Since the other party dared to stand up and stop the fight, he was naturally not afraid of the identities of both parties, but Ji Feng was still so arrogant and arrogant, which was almost ridiculous.
"That's right, old guy, the eldest son is the eldest son of Longmen. He smashed your Fengyun Tower to give you face. Do you dare to let him deserve it?" The monks standing on Ji Feng's side also roared, and they were all awesome. He is very pushy and has a strong and powerful aura.
"Oh, what a bunch of kids who don't know how to respect the elderly," the old bartender sighed and said with regret. Then, his rickety body slowly turned his head and looked at Chen Feng: "What about you, you Will you accompany me or not?”
While he was talking, the old bartender looked at the sitting position where Chen Feng had just sat down.
There, a palm print was deeply imprinted on the table, which was obviously the result of Chen Feng's angry slap on the table just now.
Chen Feng took a breath, then put a smile on his face and said: "If you break something, you have to pay for it. Although Chen Feng is young, he understands this truth."
As he spoke, Chen Feng's hand flashed with brilliance, and the next moment a storage ring appeared. He handed it to the old bartender respectfully: "Senior, there are 10,000 high-grade spiritual stones in it. You can take this as compensation for me."
"Is this Chen Feng an idiot?" When Chen Feng said this, everyone's expressions changed. Even Tu Sheng looked at Chen Feng in a very strange way.
It's just a table. No matter how valuable it is, can it be compared to ten thousand high-grade spiritual stones
Ten thousand high-grade spiritual stones can already buy a high-grade spiritual weapon of quite good quality. Even Ji Feng, the eldest son of Longmen, must pay attention to this wealth, not to mention the rising stars of Tianyue City.
Only Chang Ling's beautiful eyes looked at Chen Feng curiously, wondering what was thinking in her little head.
The old bartender took the storage ring with satisfaction, and a smile appeared on his face for the first time: "Young man, at such a young age, you have such a strong understanding of kendo. You will definitely become another kendo king in the future."
"Thank you for the compliment, senior," Chen Feng said respectfully. At this time, he felt more and more that this old bartender was extremely extraordinary.
The old bartender smiled and left Chen Feng aside, then turned to look at Ji Feng: "What about you?"
"I said, even if I compensate, do you dare?" Ji Feng's eyes were deep and full of threats.
"Why don't you dare," the old bartender said with a smile on his old face: "Even if your elders from Longmen come, I still want them to compensate, let alone you."
"Who are you?" Ji Feng's eyes narrowed. The old bartender's words made him feel uneasy.
A faint look flashed through the old bartender's old eyes: "You don't deserve to know who I am. Who do you want to know? Let your elder Shimen come and ask me."
As he said that, the old bartender stretched out his hand and showed his yellow teeth towards Ji Feng: "Bring the compensation, or you will have to walk out sideways."
"Presumptuous," Ji Feng was furious and took action angrily.
But the old bartender smiled coldly, and then, without seeing any movement from him, Ji Feng flew out again. This time, he fell even harder. He was lying on the ground and couldn't get up. He was vomiting blood from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that It's a serious injury.
Chen Feng looked at the skinny old man with fear in his eyes.
He felt very clearly just now that the old man did not use any real energy at all when he took action. From beginning to end, he relied on the strength of his body.
With the power of his body, with a casual blow, Ji Feng, whose cultivation level was much higher than that of Chen Feng, was seriously injured and fell to the ground, vomiting blood.
Chen Feng asked himself, if he were in Ji Feng's position, the outcome might not be much better.
How scary this old bartender must be,