Nan Mengyu listened to those people's words and saw that those people were gearing up to drive her group away. She couldn't help but laugh. How could she ask a few foundation-building monks to come and drive her group away?
Not to mention Nan Mengyu herself, who is already a fusion cultivator, her eldest disciple Qingshan is also a Nascent Soul demon cultivator, and Qinglan Qingwen Qingpeng has also formed elixirs.
Could it be that the waiter didn't even take a closer look at what kind of cultivation their group was, so he called a group of foundation-building monks to drive his group out?
When they come later, should I drive them away or drive them away?
The waiter didn't know that Nan Mengyu and others were not something they could afford to offend, so he led a group of burly men and rushed towards Box No. 9 on the third floor.
At this time, Qingshan had already gone downstairs to the lobby to order food. As soon as Nanmeng Yu was about to go out to meet the group of people, Qingpeng stepped forward: "Master, let me go."
Almost at the same time, Qingziqingwenqinglan also felt a little itchy:
"Master, let me come."
"Master, I'm going!"
"Master, let me go!"
Nan Mengyu happily called out: "Qingpeng, go, be careful, don't lose the prestige of our Dongmeng Sect, and don't hurt anyone."
Qingpeng used to manage a large company when he was in Xiangjiang. She felt relieved when he came forward.
Qingpeng nodded quickly: "Okay master, I will definitely let them know how powerful our Dongmeng Sect is."
Qingpeng opened the door of the box, stood at the door, crossed his arms, and looked at the group of people coming upstairs in an aggressive manner.
In order not to disturb the guests in the lobby, the waiter and his team went upstairs from the backyard.
And because the third floor is full of high-end private rooms, no matter how noisy it is outside, if the people inside do not open the door, it will not affect the people eating and drinking in each private room. Therefore, they are not afraid that things will cause trouble and affect the business of the restaurant.
As soon as the waiter came up, he found Qingpeng standing at the door. He pointed at Qingpeng and said, "The third child, they are the ones who have occupied box 309."
The leader, the third oldest general, looked at Qingpeng from head to toe, and then from feet to head. No matter how he looked, he could only see that this was just a martial arts practitioner.
He suddenly showed disdain: "You are so brave. You dare to come to our Xianyuan Restaurant to cause trouble. Do you know who owns our Xianyuan Restaurant?"
Qingpeng followed him and asked: "Then tell me who opened it."
The third child frowned, this kid's casual attitude made him feel very uncomfortable.
"I'll scare you to death if I tell you. The owner of our restaurant is Master Jiu. Do you know who Master Jiu is? The vice president of the Cultivation Alliance, Lou Sanqian, is our Lord Jiu's godfather!"
Qingpeng's face was expressionless: "Are you done? Get out of here!"
The third child was a little stunned: "Well, how dare you not take Master Jiu seriously?"
"I don't know your Ninth Master, and he's not here either. I can't take him seriously." Qingpeng said nonchalantly.
The third child was a little dumbfounded. Is this okay?
"Then you don't take the vice-president of the Cultivation Alliance, Lou Ye, seriously?"
"We booked a private room three days ago. We came to have dinner today and we didn't cause trouble in the restaurant. What does it have to do with the Vice President?"
The third child frowned and looked at the waiter. They were ordering food normally and not causing any trouble. Why should they be kicked out?
The waiter winked at him and said, "Didn't I tell you? Someone has requested this private room first, and your order is invalid. I asked you to go to the hall to eat. Why don't you listen to the arrangements?"