Chapter 594 This Little Guy Has a Bad Temper

"The first thing you do when you come to China is to rob?"

At the entrance of the alley, the big golden crow was gnashing its teeth. It looked speechless as Fang Xing plundered the fat old man from head to toe and stripped all the silver coins, gold, silver, and copper from the fat old man. He felt a little bit uncomfortable. Speechless, the little bandit is not as rich as the country, but he is considered a small fortune even in China, and he robbed for such a small thing...

"You... please think about it, I am doing this business for Young Master Zou Li of the Immortal Family of Tianyi Palace... He is a true disciple of Tianyi Palace... You... you robbed me, be careful of Li The young master will enter the city and kill you on the spot..."

The fat old man was very frightened. He had seen some people who used magical powers to cause trouble in the city and were driven out, but he had never seen such people who made trouble as soon as they entered the city. This small alley was less than a hundred feet away from the city gate. Where did this bumpkin come from so boldly? Surprised, but with the flying sword on his neck, he really didn't dare to say anything, he just stammered a threat.

"Using this method to make money, you city people are really good at it..."

Fang Xing was merciless in his actions. After searching all the money on the old man, he knocked him unconscious with one tap of his finger.

The income was quite a lot, including dozens of taels of scattered silver, a dozen or so coins, and a banknote worth a thousand taels. It had been a long time since I felt like robbing someone of copper coins and silver taels. Fang Xing recalled this with great satisfaction. Then he chuckled and put it into the storage bag, hugged the big golden crow's neck carelessly, and said: "Let's go, I know you have been tired during this period, go and have a good meal!"

The weather in China is different from other places. Although Qiuzhou City is only a city where mortals live, rather than a fairy city where practitioners exchange artifacts, it can still reflect the greatness of China, a place rich in spiritual energy. Even if I found a restaurant in this city, it still looked rich in culture. On the old-fashioned walls, there were many calligraphy treasures left by the children of the literati and immortal families.

As for the dishes, they are not cheap, but Fang Xing's money is barely enough. One person and one crow were sold for money, such as "Dongpo Pork", "Roast Suckling Pig", "Drunk Shrimp", "Lion's Head" and so on. I asked for a large table, and brought two jars of pear blossom white. One person occupied one side and started devouring it. The continuous traveling in the past three months had taken a toll on my stomach.

These two guys drank happily like no one else, but attracted many sideways glances from around them.

At this time, on the second floor of the restaurant, although it was not a meal, there were many elegant guests sitting there. They wanted a pot of wine, a few dishes of side dishes, a light drink, just to pass the time. This contrasted with Fang Xinghe. The Big Golden Crow was even more unsightly. Some people cast disgusted glances at it many times. Unfortunately, its lethality had no effect on the opponent. Anyone who dared to look at it would stare back, as if looking for a fight.

After drinking most of the jar of wine, three diners came up from the bottom of the restaurant. They were tall and slender, with spotless robes. They had long swords on their backs. They looked very energetic. The waiter next to them followed behind and served them attentively. , seemed to be regular customers, the three of them came upstairs, and with one glance, they saw Fang Xing and Da Jinwu eating at the table, and their brows suddenly furrowed.

"Xiao Er, since when did your Taibaiju become a place where the barbarians of the village feast?"

The leader, a young man in his thirties, held a folding fan in his hand, tapped the waiter lightly, and said jokingly.

The waiter was a little embarrassed at the moment, but he didn't want to offend Fang Xing and Da Jinwu. He thought that they just took a thousand taels of silver notes on the table and asked us to eat and drink. It's better than you Every day when I come to the second floor, I have a pot of wine and two plates of side dishes, and I sit there all afternoon. I have enough money to spend ten taels of silver, and I am so proud. How can I pretend to be your uncle?

However, the waiter is also very discerning. I have heard people say that this young master has a good status. He is the true descendant of a small fairy sect three hundred miles outside Qiuzhou City. He used to visit this city often, and he didn’t want to offend him. He didn't answer, and just smiled and led the three of them to a table by the west window. During this period, Fang Xing and Da Jinwu surprisingly didn't have any fits, and seemed unwilling to cause trouble.

It's not that the tempers of these two guys have improved, it's mainly because Fang Xing was slightly startled after hearing this man's words, leaned down, and asked Da Jinwu in a low voice: "What does the bastard mean by eating in large pieces? "

Da Jinwu didn't know either, so he said casually: "Do you think of us as grandpas?"

Fang Xing nodded and no longer wanted to argue with the bastard holding the fan.

"laugh……"

Their voices were not loud, but a woman in white at the table next to them heard them and laughed out loud.

This woman was already there before Fang Xing and the others came up. She was all alone. There was a bottle of wine and two cups in front of her, but she didn't touch her lips. She just looked out the window in a daze, as if she was full of things in her heart and body. The sadness was felt by everyone around him. At this time, because he accidentally heard the conversation between Fang Xing and the Golden Crow, he couldn't help but smile and turned his head to look.

"Hey, girls are good..."

Fang Xing smiled and showed the wine jar at her.

Unexpectedly, when the woman saw the messy dishes on their table, she frowned slightly and stopped paying attention.

Fang Xing was immediately dissatisfied and wanted to pretend to be a fool of your mother...

"Huh?"

The young man with the folding fan, who was being led to the west table by the waiter, also saw a touch of the woman's charming face. His heart moved slightly, and he coughed lightly, and said something to the waiter. The waiter immediately He glanced at Fang Xing with a troubled expression on his face and didn't move for a long time. The folding fan man was already a little dissatisfied, snorted lightly, ignored the waiter, and walked over on his own.

"Pa la..."

Two broken pieces of silver suddenly fell on the table in front of Fang Xing and Da Jinwu. They rolled twice and fell into a bowl of pickled cabbage soup.

Fang Xing was stunned for a moment and looked up in disbelief.

The folding fan man looked at the woman at the table next to Fang Xing and the others, and said calmly: "You guys change tables, don't disturb this girl's peace!"

Fang Xing's eyes were even more blank, and he didn't speak for a long time.

The young man with the folding fan was already a little impatient. He waved his fan lightly, as if he was swatting away a fly: "A refined residence like Taibai Ju, even though it is in a mortal city, has always been known for its tranquility. There is no room for you two to gorge yourself here, it will obviously disturb the scholarly atmosphere here, I won’t bully you, go downstairs to eat, I will compensate you for this money!”

Fang Xing's expression became even more stunned, thinking that someone actually took the initiative to ask about the young master?

When the folding fan man saw him, he thought he had frightened Fang Xing and said impatiently: "You still won't leave?"

His vision is not very good, he is about the same as the general guarding the city gate. His robes are not exquisite, he has gray hair and a fat crow. His energy is even more vague. Judging from his age, He was not very big, but he regarded him as a young monk who was in the realm of agility and could not stand up to the clouds. He just thought that if he refused to accept it, he would throw him out of the window with a fan.

Under the urging of Mr. Folding Fan, Fang Xing finally spoke: "Fuck you, uncle, please pay for this bowl of pickled cabbage soup!"

When this voice called out, the entire second floor of Taibai Residence was silent.

"You...what did you say?"

Mr. Folding Fan wanted to show off in front of the woman at the next window, but he was scolded and his expression changed.

"Speak of your uncle, please pay for my pickled cabbage soup, or I'll slap you, you bastard..."

Fang Xing jumped up as soon as he slapped the table. His nose and eyes were much wider than the folding fan boy.

In this rage, the Qi in his body was flowing, but it also revealed that he had a good level of cultivation and was by no means easy and agile.

The face of the young master with the folding fan could no longer stand, and his palms were shaking with anger, and he kept saying: "Okay... okay... you are seeking death, don't blame me for being unkind..." As he spoke, the fingers holding the folding fan turned blue. , with an undercurrent of spiritual power in his body, he was about to take action, but at this moment, the two companions behind him hurriedly grabbed him from the left and right, and whispered to him: "Don't take action!"

"It's no better than before. Tianyi Palace has issued a decree that no magic is allowed in Yezhou City..."

After the two of them persuaded him, the folding fan man realized that his spiritual power gradually faded away. He glanced at Fang Xing coldly and said in a low voice: "Bumpkin, you are very brave. It's a pity that we are in Ye today." In the city of Zhouzhou, I am here to recruit a son-in-law for the Dragon Girl. I don’t want to let you off for the time being. I just hope that you will never leave the city, otherwise..."

With a sinister smile, he was about to drop his harsh words and leave.

But it was okay that he didn't mention recruiting a son-in-law, but when he mentioned it, Fang Xing immediately became angry. He jumped up and slapped him out, cursing: "I'm recruiting a son-in-law, I'm recruiting your uncle, what's so good about those stinky bitches? Have you even lured bastards and grandsons like you here?"

"Snapped!"

This palm doesn't look out of the ordinary, it's just filled with spiritual power and is extremely powerful.

The young man with the folding fan was so shocked that he had already raised the fan in front of his face, but the palm directly smashed the fan to pieces, and then slapped him firmly in the face, causing him to fly up. It was spinning in the air like a top, and hit the wall with two "swish" sounds. Then, without even letting out a scream, it smashed into the wall and flew straight to the street.

"You...you dare to do anything in Yezhou City?"

The two people next to the folding fan boy had their faces turned pale with fear.

It seemed that the immovable law in the city had a great impact on them. Until now, they had no intention of fighting back.

"What about the movement method?"

Fang Xing was not polite. He gave another palm with his backhand. Drawn by invisible spiritual power, it seemed to hit the other person's face firmly. That person had already been fully defensive, but the result was no different from having no defense. He was also smashed. He hit a wall and flew out. The last one just screamed in fear, turned around and ran away, but was slapped on the back by a big wing, and he also flew out.

For a time, three of the four walls on the second floor of Taibai Residence had holes. Only the woman next to him was still in good condition.

"He... doesn't he want to live? How dare he take action in Yezhou City?"

"What I felt was correct. He just used his spiritual power. He definitely used his spiritual power!"

"It's such a troublesome thing. If it makes such a big fuss, it will definitely alarm the commanding disciples of Tianyi Palace..."

The entire second floor of Taibaiju seemed to have stirred up a hornet's nest and was in chaos.

"If I don't show you my little temper, I'll treat you like a weakling, right..."

Fang Xingwu was out of breath and sat down angrily. He patted the table and asked the waiter to bring him a bowl of pickled cabbage soup.

The woman sitting by the window also turned her head to look over.