This voice carries an unknown fire.

Zhao Fugui's heroic spirit was instantly broken.

Everyone followed the sound.

Then I saw two figures, who were about to climb the stairs to the eighteenth floor.

Both of them are men.

A young man of about 23 or 24 years old, and an old man who was at ease.

This is the eighteenth floor of Tingfeng Pavilion.

It is not open to the public.

You can't enter even if you have money.

But these two people were stepping on the stairs to the eighteenth floor.

It can be seen that these two people must have extraordinary backgrounds.

"Young Master!"

Someone shouted out, recognizing the identity of the young man leading the group.

This young man is wearing a green bamboo robe and has a slender figure but a gloomy face.

He is the young master of Zhenzhu Sect.

The words just now came from his mouth.

At this time, he was staring at Zhao Fugui.

There is an unknown fire in his pupils.

It seems that there is nowhere to vent his anger.

But Zhao Fugui happened to hit the muzzle of the gun.

The atmosphere instantly solidified.

There seemed to be invisible sparks in the air that ignited at any moment.

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Only Xiao Changfeng looked calm.

He just glanced at them and saw the strength of these two people.

The young sect leader is only at the ninth level of the Earth Martial Realm.

Judging from his age.

His talent can only be considered mediocre, not even comparable to that of Zhao Fugui.

On the contrary, it was the old man who was holding back.

Although his appearance is not impressive, he looks like an old servant.

But his hands were broad and strong, and a brilliant light flashed between his eyes.

He is clearly a strong man at the first level of the Imperial Martial Realm.

"Damn fat man, how can you tarnish the name of the Saint of Guangling? Kneel down and slap yourself ten times!"

The young master spoke word by word.

Every word is full of gunpowder.

It seems that if Zhao Fugui fails to comply, the consequences will be serious.

At this time, the guests at the other three tables were all silent, not daring to say a word.

boom!

The wine jar fell down, making a crisp sound on the table.

Zhao Fugui's face was red from drunkenness, but at this moment he raised his voice and glared at the young master.

"What I hate most is when people call me fat!"

Only Zhao Fugui, who is at the seventh level of the Earth Martial Realm.

I don’t know if he is drunk and emboldened at this moment, or if he is just an upright person.

At this time, he actually got into a fight with the young sect leader.

"You don't like others shouting? That young master just wants to shout, damn fat man, don't think that you are an inner disciple of the Baixing Sect, so I don't dare to touch you."

The young master's temper was extremely bad at this time.

Seeing that Zhao Fugui actually started to fight with him.

He suddenly smiled solemnly and walked down the stairs to the seventeenth floor.

He had already seen Zhao Fugui's gray robe.

But so what?

The young sect leader is just like other wild bees and butterflies.

When I learned that the Saint of Guangling was here, I was also ecstatic.

Moreover, the Saint of Guangling also came to Zhenzhumen.

Just one glance.

He was astonished to be a heavenly being and worshiped as a goddess.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to show off his face and wanted to see him.

However, Saintess Guangling ignored him at all. He tried several times but was blocked back.

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He had originally made up his mind to invite the Saint of Guangling to the Tingfeng Pavilion to experience it.

However, the Saint of Guangling left early in the morning.

However, the Saint of Guangling did not go alone.

He also brought his grandfather, the Zhenzhu ancestor of Zhenzhumen.

The goddess leaves.

Grandpa's restraint is no longer there.

Naturally, the young master needs to vent his anger.

He had smashed a lot of things at home before.

I came to Tingfeng Pavilion at this time because I wanted to get drunk and relieve my worries.

But I didn't expect to hear Zhao Fugui's two ideals.

Fatty.

He doesn't even look at what he looks like.

You actually want to taint my goddess?

The nameless fire in my heart became even stronger.

The young sect leader walked up to Zhao Fugui under the trembling eyes of everyone.

Then he opened his mouth and said three words one by one:

"Fatty!"

boom!

As soon as the young sect leader finished speaking, a wine jar hit him hard on the head.

In an instant the wine jar shattered.

The young master was drenched with wine.

This made the young master look very embarrassed.

Immediately, the restrained old man was about to take action.

However, the young sect master stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Song Lao, you don't need to interfere, today I will make his life worse than death!"

The young master sneered, which was particularly charming.

The old man known as Mr. Song stopped when he saw this.

He knew that the young master was in a bad mood.

Just think of it as venting.

As for Zhao Fugui's identity, he didn't care.
To be continued...