Jian Fengyun looked at him, his face was full of beauty and childishness, and his body exuded the aura of the Spirit Monarch Realm, practicing the exercises of the Holy Courtyard.

When Jian Fengyun looked at him, he smiled even more defiantly.

"Mahatma, this table was originally sat by this prince first, and I and the others arrived later, how can you be so rude!" Han Qin said dissatisfied.

When she heard her say this, everyone at the table changed color and hurriedly glanced at her.

However, the words had already been spoken, and seeing Han Qin so excited, Mahatma's expression became a little ugly.

"Didn't you hear me?"

Suddenly, without warning, he made a move, and one hand reached for the hem of Jian Fengyun's clothes, or wanted to choke Jian Fengyun's neck.

No matter what he was going to do, when he reached the front of Jian Fengyun, he would fail.

"I heard it, and I won't let it, get out of here!"

Jian Fengyun's slender arm was blocked in front of his chest, his five fingers were slender and his bones were distinct, tightly clamping the arrogant hand of the Mahatma.

The Mahatma was obviously unconvinced, and the aura of the late stage of the Spirit Monarch Realm on his body instantly poured out, crushing towards the sword Fengyun.

However, Jian Fengyun's body still has the aura of the peak of the Spirit Emperor Realm, and it looks almost certain defeat.

When the Mahatma used his spiritual power, the wooden plank under his feet immediately suffered, and the wooden block that he stepped on with his feet cocked up at both ends and broke from it.

The powerful power continued to gather in his right hand, but no matter how hard he tried, all the spiritual power was like a stone sinking into the sea, and his hand still couldn't move.

It was as if he was firmly controlled by the sword Fengyun, and he couldn't break free.

I didn't see the sword Fengyun exerting force, sitting there easily and casually, and his thin posture showed terrifying strength.

"I don't believe it."

Mahatma frowned, and the power of the law in his body surged, and he was about to release his divine power to attack Sword Fengyun.

However, the power of the law in his body disappeared in an instant as soon as he was urged, and the wisps disappeared as soon as he was urged, as if he had been swallowed by an invisible mouth.

"Get out!"

Jian Fengyun's eyes moved slightly, and with a flick of his strength, Mahatma's people flew out of the window next to the table.

According to the information provided by Wanbaolou, the Mahatma is the son of the great elder of the outer gate of the Holy Courtyard, with a bad personality, relying on his father's identity, accepting bribes, helping people open the back door to enter the Holy Courtyard, and bullying the good and promoting the evil.

To deal with this kind of person, you don't need to be polite with him, just do it.

This situation was unexpected, and the Mahatma himself failed to stabilize himself in the air in time, but instead fell into the crowd of people in the street, causing a lot of shouting.

"What a strong force!"

Han Qin and the others were surprised when they saw that Jian Fengyun casually threw out the Mahatma in the late stage of the Spirit Monarch Realm.

Although the Mahatma is a bit arrogant, Xiu Wei is also among the best among the younger generation in God Emperor City, and he is well-known in God Emperor City.

It wasn't long before the wooden wall of the window cracked, and the Mahatma ran back in a rage, staring at the sword with a vicious gaze.

He had a shocking bruise on his left wrist.

"What's going on!"

Seeing that a fierce battle was about to begin, there was a sound of neat and uniform footsteps at the top of the stairs.

A group of well-armed soldiers came into view on the second floor.

Jian Fengyun only glanced at it, and knew that these soldiers and Mahatma were all the way, because their bodies exuded the aura of the Holy Courtyard Exercises.

At this moment, they frowned, as if a dark cloud was approaching.

"Mahatma has an older brother who serves as the captain of the guard in God Emperor City."

The news recorded in the intelligence suddenly appeared in Jian Fengyun's heart.

"Are you making trouble?"

The captain of the soldier shouted, his eyes already locked on Jian Fengyun.

Immediately, he led the team to surround Jian Fengyun, including Han Qin and others.

"1510 make it clear." The captain of the soldiers said unquestioningly.

The Mahatma walked behind the captain, with a smug look on his face, looking at Jian Fengyun with a ruthless face.

"It's over, this person is going to be finished, doesn't he know, Mahatma's brother is the captain of the guard in God Emperor City?"

"That's right, even if Brother Saint Ango doesn't make a move, Mahatma's father is the Great Elder of the Outer Gate of the Holy Courtyard, Sheng Tianyun, as long as his father says a word, it is estimated that this person will die on the street."

Around the teahouse, there was a whisper of discussion, looking at Jian Fengyun, his eyes were full of sympathy.

Jian Fengyun didn't want to say anything more, and said indifferently: "What is there to say, Captain Sheng'an." ”

"Knowing my identity, you dare to do something to my brother, take it away!"

That Saint Ann snorted coldly, then waved his hand and ordered.

The soldiers behind him rushed up like wolves, and they were about to grab Jian Fengyun's arm and escort him away.

"Don't bother, I'll go myself."

Jian Fengyun swept his gaze, then broke free from the soldier's hand and stood in the middle of them.

"You'd better not play any tricks!"

Saint Ann glanced at Jian Fengyun coldly, and then swept his gaze to Han Qin behind him, which seemed to have a sense of meaning.

"It's over, St. Ann is obviously targeting us, that person made a move on the Mahatma, we didn't stop it, and he will definitely be targeted by him in the city in the future."

"Our Han family has always been pressed by the Holy Courtyard, and the head of the family has repeatedly told them not to provoke the people of the Holy Courtyard, and now they are not only provoked, but they are also the sons of the Holy Dean's elders."

After Jian Fengyun was taken away, the three people around her suddenly cried and looked at Jian Fengyun's back with complaint.

"Don't say that, this prince also offended the Mahatma because of us, if we hadn't sat here, the Mahatma wouldn't have had a dispute with him, let alone do anything." Han Qin was also very guilty, although Jian Fengyun didn't suffer a loss now, she knew that once she was taken away by Saint Ann, she would basically be more than lucky.

"My eldest lady, don't say that, let's go quickly, if the elders of the family hear about this kind of thing, we won't be able to eat and go around at that time."

A woman beside Han Qin suddenly got up and took her hand.

"Yes, go quickly, don't wait for the Mahatma to come back and look for trouble, it will be really troublesome then."

The two people on the side also looked nervous.

With that, they stood up and walked out of the teahouse.

They are members of the Han family, although they are not afraid of the people of the Holy Court on the surface, but the Holy House has obviously suppressed the Han family over the years, and if the Holy House wants to be strong, the Han family will not be able to resist it.

"That guy was so calm when he was taken away."

"Don't you know how powerful the Mahatma is?"

"It's possible, the position where he first sat by the window was the place where the Han family lady often sits, and this Mahatma admired that Han Qin, so every time the Han family lady came to eat tea, he would follow, and over time, no one dared to sit at that table, but I didn't expect this kid to sit there at the beginning."

"This is the fearlessness of the ignorant."

Han Qin walked out of the teahouse and passed by those ......

(End of chapter)