Old Zhao waved to Chen Xingran, then said, "Chen Xingran, right? I have heard of you, come up and sit down."

Chen Xingran pointed to the pill that the guy just vomited out and said lightly: "This pill contains South African viper venom, and the content is more than the minimum amount that ordinary people can bear. Are you sloppy in feeding this pill to that guy's mouth?"

Chen Xingran was quite merciful when he spoke. As long as the three old men were willing to admit their mistakes and apologized to the young man or the person in charge of the restaurant, Chen Xingran could see the status of the three old men and pretend that what happened just now had not happened. Chen Xingran was not a person who wanted to cause trouble.

Mr. Zhao and Mr. Qian were both stunned when they heard Chen Xingran's words. A few seconds later, Mr. Qian smiled and said, "Chen Xingran, did you know that guy before?"

"Don't know."

"You have saved his life, there is no need for you to stand up for him."

Old Zhao stared at Chen Xingran, and he also said, "Chen Xingran, do you know who we are? I guess our identities are not difficult to know."

Chen Xingran said: "I don't know the identities of the three, but I think I am not an ordinary person. I really don't need to provoke you because of a young man I don't know each other, but as a doctor, I am the most shameful person who doesn't use medical skills to save the world, but use medical skills to ignore human lives."

After Mr. Zhao snorted, he said, "Okay, I'm too lazy to argue with you for a badminton. Chen Xingran, since you want to replace Du Tiande's Twenty-Eight Martial Arts Family, you should abandon your previous concepts. Our 28 Martial Arts Family are born nobles, and we are the foundation of China. As for these untouchables, they are too despised. Deaths of a few will have no effect on China."

Mr. Zhao's words made Chen Xingran feel that the twenty-eight families of martial arts were above the top for the first time, and they seemed to be absolutely above ordinary people.

It seems that what their ancestors left them was not the national martial arts to defend the Chinese national veins, but an unattainable class status.

Mr. Qian wanted Chen Xingran to treat Mr. Sun who was poisoned by zombie. He waved at Chen Xingran and said, "You kid have good medical skills. I'll give us a chance to admit it. Come and sit down."

Mr. Qian's words come and sit here, it's like a great gift.

They all thought that Chen Xingran would be eager to run to sit at their table immediately. After all, in their eyes, there was only one reason why Chen Xingran defeated Du Tiande, that is, Chen Xingran wanted to replace Du Tiande's current status in the martial arts world and possessed the supreme status unique to the twenty-eight martial arts families in China.

Chen Xingran said lightly to the three elders on the second floor: "No interest."

Then he returned to his own position.

This is the first time someone has rejected the invitation from Mr. Qian and Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao's face looked ugly. Mr. Qian threw the cup in his hand to the ground, and the glass was smashed to pieces.

"I don't know how to lift up!"

Zuo Bin on the first floor looked at the scene in front of him in amazement. He lowered his voice and advised Chen Xingran: "Mr. Chen, the three of them are the patriarchs of Zhao Qiansun from Qin Province, the three martial arts clan leaders. Their status is equivalent to Lan Xiaoyan's grandfather, Lan Shan and! You should not refute their face."

"Even if they are the king of heaven, I don't want to sit with them, it's useless to force me."
Chapter completed!