The handsome boy looked up and saw a huge face looking down at him.
At this moment, everyone in the entire tavern became quiet and turned their attention to Lin Yun and the others.
"Isn't this the Zhou envoy from the North Immortal Palace?"
"Look! The chief genius of Beixiangong! Beiluo!"
For a moment, someone in the tavern recognized the group of people standing next to the pretty boy and Lin Yun.
There are seven people in this group. In addition to the giant Zhou Envoy, who is nearly three meters tall, there is another one with a tall body, a black and red square face, two black and thick broom eyebrows, and a heroic and fierce look. The shape is called Bei Luo.
This city, called Beixian City, was built by the third-grade sect Beixian Palace.
The remaining five people are all servants of Beiluo, and they are all leaders among the Martial Kings. This Zhou envoy has also reached the first-level Martial King, and is one of the Martial Emperors of Beixian Palace.
Lin Yun still kept his head down while eating, as if these people had never appeared.
"Hey! You two, didn't you see Master Bei coming? Why don't you hurry up and get out?" A short servant put his hands on his hips and yelled arrogantly.
At this moment, the owner of the tavern hurried over, saluted respectfully towards Beiluo and others, bowed and said, "Greetings, Master Beiluo!"
Then, he turned to Lin Yun and persuaded him kindly, "Sir, you'd better give up your seat quickly!"
In his opinion, Beiluo and others are the real overlords, and they are absolutely invincible in this city.
"Why should I give up my seat? Why? Their names are written on this table?" The handsome man sneered and brushed his hair casually. They, the Tushen Sect, didn't even pay attention to the Seven Demons Sect, let alone a The small third-grade power is simply ridiculous.
If these people came to share seats with them in a nice manner, maybe the pretty boy would be able to accept it.
But from the very beginning, I spoke to them in this tone, and really took myself personally.
After hearing what the pretty boy said, the tavern owner was shocked, as if he had heard the most incredible thing in the world, and then looked at Bei Luo and the others in panic.
At this moment, there was also an uproar in the tavern, and everyone was talking about it.
"What are the backgrounds of these two guys? They are not afraid of Beixian Palace!"
"Isn't this looking for death? A first-level martial emperor is standing there!"
"The young man who lowers his head to eat is only an eighth-level martial artist. How can he have such confidence?"
"I think they just can't save face, but face is not as important as life!"
Some people shook their heads and sighed. The words spoken by the handsome man obviously touched the bottom line of Beiluo and others, and they must pay a price for it.
"Master Beiluo," the tavern owner's body started to tremble uncontrollably.
At the same time, when the short servant heard what he said, he became furious and shouted angrily, "What an ugly monster! Damn you monster! How dare you speak so brazenly, I'll beat you to death if I don't!"
But before the servant could take action, the handsome boy suddenly turned his head and looked at him, showing a bright smile.
In an instant, the servant's fist raised in the air suddenly froze, and his eyes became extremely dull. It was obvious that he had been hit by the pretty boy's pupil technique.
Flower Boy is still very proud of his eye skills. Even though he is only an eighth-level Martial King, with his current strength, almost no one in the Martial King realm can resist his eye skills.
When the Zhou envoy saw this scene, he was a little surprised at first, then raised the corner of his mouth, grabbed the servant's shoulder, and shouted softly, "Wake up!"
In an instant, the servant felt a pain in his head and gradually came to his senses. Then he became angry and pointed at the pretty boy and yelled.
"May I ask where you two are from?" After all, Ambassador Zhou is an elder and has a lot of experience. The beautiful boy's eye skills surprised him a little. He also felt that these two people can be so confident, which domain they should come from.
disciples of the sect.
Moreover, the immortal aura of these two young men is not too strong, but it is definitely not easy for a small eighth-level martial arts master to remain calm in front of a first-level martial emperor like himself.
Lin Yun remained silent as before, as if nothing had happened, and even asked the tavern owner to bring over two more bottles of wine.
"Your Excellency?" Messenger Zhou frowned and his tone became a little cold. Apparently this was because Lin Yun ignored him.
"There are a lot of flies, handsome man. Drive these flies out so that people can't have a good meal." Lin Yun said in a very impatient tone.
These words instantly made everyone in the tavern excited.
"Wow! Who is this person?"
"It looks familiar, but it doesn't seem like he's from our southern region!"
"You actually compare the people of the Northern Immortal Palace to flies. Isn't this looking for death?"
A small eighth-level martial arts master actually didn't pay attention to a first-level martial emperor. Everyone thought Lin Yun was crazy.
Although Lin Yun has become famous recently, not all people in the Chaos Realm have seen Lin Yun himself, and they will not associate an eighth-level martial arts master with the legendary demon Lin Yun at all. They only think that he is a fledgling.
I was stunned and couldn't understand the situation.
"It's interesting!" At this moment, the gorgeously dressed Beiluo crossed his hands on his chest and said lazily, "Why, I raised you all for nothing? Won't you kill him?"
Bei Luo was already a little angry. His son, the majestic master of Beixian Palace and the chief genius of Beixian Palace, was compared to a fly. This was simply humiliating him.
"Yes! Master, I will kill this blind guy for you immediately!" The short servant nodded and bowed to Beiluo, then pointed at the pretty boy arrogantly and shouted loudly, "Give me some
He tore him to pieces."
The pretty boy sneered. With Lin Yun here, these guys are indeed like flies.
Then, the five servants gathered around and got into a posture.
"Actual combat is also a form of training. I still need to eat, so you can take care of it yourself." Lin Yun took a sip of wine, then looked around and assessed the strength of this group of servants.
This is a group of martial kings. In comparison, as long as this Zhou envoy doesn't take action, the handsome boy should not pose much of a threat.
Having said this, the pretty boy showed a sad look on his face, "Boss! When did this happen?"
Before he finished speaking, a servant with a thin face instantly released his martial spirit, transformed into a spotted leopard, and pounced on the pretty boy from behind.
"You really are a young man, I'm easy to bully!" At this point, the pretty boy had no choice but to fight.