"It's so noisy that it affects grandpa's drinking. Waiter, please get a bottle of wine." The old man suddenly spoke, his voice loud and eardrum-shaking.
The fat shopkeeper saw that the opponent he had killed could only parry, and he was overjoyed when he suddenly heard the old man's voice and became furious: "You old drunkard, go to hell! You are blind and deaf, you didn't see Are you killing someone? You drunkard, go drink in the underworld!"
"Humph!" With a cold snort, the fat shopkeeper felt a chill on his neck. A pair of chopsticks actually penetrated his neck. Pain and fear hit his heart at the same time, and the blood on his neck dripped down.
The fat shopkeeper looked at the old man in horror, feeling that his vitality was gradually disappearing. He wanted to speak, but couldn't. With a bang, he fell to the ground unwillingly.
"This bullshit tavern won't give me a drink, so you might as well just die." The old man murmured and turned around.
The old man killed the fat shopkeeper as soon as he took action. The men in black robes were also shocked, because the fat shopkeeper was not an ordinary person. He was at least a level 3 warrior. He was killed instantly by the opponent. This is enough to show how powerful the opponent is.
Long Ao drank to himself and watched the battle with squinted eyes. Anyway, the fat shopkeeper was a bad person and it would be better to be killed. He just had a slight interest in the mysterious old man in his heart.
Long Ao was also vaguely aware of the strength of the eighth-level warriors. Although the old man was good in strength, he was not much of a threat to himself.
"Who are you, and why did you try to kill my Xuanfengmen people?" One of the men in black robe jumped out of the battle circle, his face was ashen, and he stared at the old man and asked coldly.
This is Pingyang Town, and Xuanfengmen is one of the top ten gangs in Pingyang Town. There are thousands of people in the gang. Only the Xuanfengmen have always killed others. This time, someone was so shameless that they killed Xuanfengmen in turn.
"You fat pig, are you done?" A shout came from outside the door, and then someone walked in.
There were one man and two women, followed by five guards. The man was very young, probably in his twenties, and the two women were also pretty. At this time, the two women were being held by the young man one by one.
"What! The fat pig is dead!" The young man had a look of surprise on his face, his eyes were like daggers, and he swept towards everyone.
"Who are the seven of you that dare to kill the disciples of Xuanfeng Sect?" This young man is none other than Master Xiang who wants to book the venue.
"It's really chaotic. Two sects suddenly appeared, the Meishan Seven Heroes and the mysterious old man. If you include the three of me, this small restaurant is really a mixed bag. It turns out that this is what the world is like!" Long Ao's mouth showed a slight smile. I smiled, this kind of killing scenes are much more beautiful than martial arts movies, each one is flesh and blood, and the feuds and disputes are constant.
"Come on, Man Niu, Qing'er, let's drink and leave them alone!" Long Ao smiled and raised his glass.
"Drink!" The two of them also smiled and raised their glasses.
Everyone's expressions could not help but change slightly. I am afraid that the only ones who are still in the mood to drink at this time are these three people and the old man. There must be a reason for abnormal things. Anyone who dares to do this must be insane if he is not a top master.
The old man took a deep look at Long Ao and the others, his eyes flashed sharply, and then he quickly disappeared without a trace.
"Stop!" Mr. Xiang shouted angrily.
The Seven Heroes of Meishan and the men in black robes stopped one after another. The men in black robes retreated to the door and guarded the exit, while the Seven Heroes of Meishan retreated to the middle position between Long Ao and the old man.
"Everyone, today is just a trivial matter. If you give in, why would it lead to such a life-and-death battle? If the shopkeeper is not dead, I may give you some mercy and let you go. However, this fat shopkeeper, But who of you killed the nephew of the Qixuanmen elder? Please tell me immediately!" Mr. Xiang asked angrily.
"Idiot, pretending to be a bad guy, who killed him? Just ask those men in black robes and you will know. Is it necessary to ask?" Long Ao sneered in his heart. The more he looked at Master Xiang, the more he felt that he deserved a beating.
"It was my brother Meishan who killed him!" The eldest brother Meishan looked back at the old man and took the blame in one breath.
"Hmph! Then you will definitely die today!" Master Xiang's voice was cold.
"Brother Meishan, why are you doing this? Isn't this causing trouble for yourselves? Don't be brave. Boys from the Xiang family, I killed the old man. Qixuanmen, I am not afraid of the old man. If you, the Xiang family, also want to cause trouble, , the old man also took it." The old man suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing.
Master Xiang was shocked and couldn't help but take a few steps back. The five guards behind him immediately took a few steps forward to protect him in the middle.