At this time, when he saw that those people were drinking to their heart's content, he stood in a corner, for fear that those people would cut off his ears after a while. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After a great deal of eating and drinking, everyone was full of wine and food.

"Brothers, it's getting late, and it's time for us to go back. The black-clothed leader said.

When the rest of the people heard this, they all nodded to him and slowly got up with him.

Seeing that they were leaving, Yue Hanshan hurriedly ran over and said, "A few masters, the money for this meal ......"

Before he could finish speaking, one of them took out a knife, put it on his shoulder, and said, "What did you kid say?"

On the shiny knife, there was a burst of coldness, which hit his eyes, which made him swallow what he wanted to say just now.

Seeing the frightened look on his face, the knife-wielding man smiled and said, "You understand things." ”

When the rest of the people heard this, they also laughed.

"Alright, alright, there's no need to worry about him!" the black-clothed leader, who walked to the threshold of the tavern, beckoned to a few people.

Several people responded, turned in the direction of the door, and walked slowly.

"He still wants to ask us for money, this guy is quite bold!" the men muttered as they walked.

"That's it, we, the Qingtian Sect, didn't ask you for money, it's good. ”

"Haha......"

......

With laughter, the crowd slowly walked out of the tavern.

"Dad, this ......" Yue Hanshan turned to look at the old man in the tavern and said.

The old man of the tavern raised his hand and stopped him from speaking.

"It's okay, it's okay!" said the old man at the tavern.

"Alas!" Yue Hanshan sighed, obviously he was also very helpless about this ruined fortune and disaster.

"Dad, what kind of organization did you say this Qingtian Sect is, is it the Demon Sect that those people just talked about?"

Listening to Yue Hanshan's words, the old man's fingers trembled slightly, as if he had been scalded by boiling water, he hurriedly hid his hand behind his back, and said in a deep voice: "The affairs of the rivers and lakes are not something you and I can manage, so this thing should not have happened." ”

"Oh!" Yue Hanshan lowered his head and could only respond.

The old man in the tavern looked at the cold corpses lying on the ground, as well as the blood that had not been dried, and said, "Hanshan, you go and dispose of those unclean things." ”

Looking at the things on the ground, which were indeed unclean, Yue Hanshan nodded and went to work.

The old man in the tavern threw his eyes to the door, and his dark eyes were like two bottomless black wells, which were extremely deep.

He put down the account book in his hand and limped to the door.

......

Those people were indeed members of the Optimus Sect, but they were not from the main altar, but people from the branch altar that had just been established.

Out of the tavern, everyone went all the way to the north, the south is the downtown area, and their altar will naturally not be established there openly like the decentness of the rivers and lakes.

"Brothers, when we destroy all those so-called decencies, we won't run back and forth like this, let's go straight to the city. ”

"The chief is right, all the women in the city will be ours when the time comes!"

"Look at your lust, give you a woman, will you?"

"Haha......"

When everyone heard this, they all laughed.

"Yes, of course!" the man said quickly.

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed, and he said, "Chief, no, I have to make it easier." With that, he ran into the woods.

"Haha, just like him, do you believe him?"

"No, no......" the crowd began to babble.

Just then, someone suddenly came from the front and blocked their way.

"I heard you're all from the Demon Cult?" asked the man who stood in the way.

Hearing the sound, they all stopped, but their bodies were still shaking.

The black-clothed leader looked up and saw a vague figure standing in front of him, because he had drunk too much, his vision was not good at this time, it was blurry and ghostly.

He rubbed his eyes to try his best to see clearly, and said, "Who are you? Knowing that we are from the Demon Sect and dare to block our way, don't you want to live!"

"Don't want to live?" the man smiled and said, "Just because you pretend to be someone from my Optimus Sect, you will also die." ”

"Which onion are you, dare to say that we are pretending, I think you are the one who wants to die!" said the black-clothed leader.

"I don't know whether I live or die, I really don't cry when I don't see the coffin!" said the man who blocked the way.

"Who the fuck are you, dare to talk to Lao Tzu like that!" said the black-clothed leader disdainfully.

A person next to him rubbed his eyes and said, "Chief, it seems to be the old man in the tavern." ”

"Tavern old man?" Hearing this, the black-clothed leader said angrily: "You old guy, you don't want to die, hurry up and get out of the way!"

The old man in the tavern had a cold glint in his eyes, and with a wave of his big hand, Xuan Qi instantly rushed out of his palm.

With the wave of his hand, it turned into a circle of rotating air currents, which vibrated in front of everyone, like a spinning tornado.

Everyone's eyes were wide open, and they were all stunned by the scene in front of them, as if their minds were still in a state of drunkenness.

"Whew!"

The old man in the tavern pulled his big hand back, and the swirling powerful whirlpool, like a strong and invisible hand, grabbed the black-clothed leader who was at a loss in front of him in an instant.

The hand stops, the wind stops.

The wind blinded everyone's eyes, and just as people were rubbing their eyes for this, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted: "Oh no, the leader has been captured by him!"

Everyone followed the voice, and saw that the man was pointing in the direction of the old man in the tavern, and his expression was full of surprise.

Then everyone followed, and then they saw that the old man of the tavern was holding the leader's neck and staring proudly at everyone.

The black-clothed leader, who was grabbed with one hand, had his head buzzing, and he didn't remember what was going on at all.

I suddenly felt that my neck was being grabbed, and I had woken up most of the drunkenness just now.

"You...... What do you want to do?" said the black-clad leader.

Hearing this, the old man of the tavern suddenly had a sly smile on his face, how could the leader, who was still righteous and majestic just now, suddenly stammer.

Not only did his voice stutter, but even his body was shivering, as if he was cold.

"What are you afraid of?" the old man of the tavern glanced at him, his voice faint.

"I'm ......," he didn't finish, but looked at their men, as if he had some scruples about his face.

"What are you?" said the old tavern man.

The black-clothed leader wanted to say that he was afraid that he would break his neck, but he didn't say it, and it instantly reversed to another meaning.

The black-clothed leader was bold and said, "I'm from the Optimus Sect, you dare to kill me?"

"Oh, you're from the Optimus Cult. The old man of the tavern said.

When the black-clothed leader heard this, he wanted to nod fiercely, but his neck was pinched, so he had to give up this idea.

"Of course, let me go!" Although his voice was full of tremors, his tone was still quite domineering.