In the face of this powerful kick, some timid guests hurriedly closed their eyes, unable to bear to see the scene of Lin Lei's brain splashing.

Bang!

A loud noise came out, flying sand and fine dust flew all over the sky!

"Is Lin Lei dead?"

The timid guests opened their eyes to see what was going on.

As a result, when they opened their eyes, they found that all the people in the audience were looking in the direction of Lin Lei with dull faces.

Immediately, these guests also raised their eyes.

"How so!" exclaimed someone in the crowd.

What was happening in front of them hit everyone's brains hard.

Not far away, Lin Lei was lying limp on the ground with his back against the wall, his head cracked, and there was no scar at all.

And Zhu Changliang's right leg was just hanging above Lin Lei's head, blocked by a wooden chopstick inserted into the wall.

Everyone's eyes were focused on this wooden chopstick that suddenly appeared, and no one dared to believe that Zhu Changliang's terrifying blow was actually blocked by an ordinary wooden chopstick.

At this moment, three words appeared in everyone's minds: hell!

Zhu Changliang only felt a burning pain on his face, and his attack was actually blocked by a small chopstick.

And what made him feel most ashamed was that he couldn't even notice where the chopsticks were thrown from.

Huo Bingyao, who was dragged behind by Zhu Changliang, had beautiful eyes slightly bright, and looked at the crowd behind him very curiously, as if he wanted to find out the mysterious person who threw chopsticks.

"Who's going to do it! Stand up for Lao Tzu!"

Zhu Changliang glanced at the crowd behind him fiercely, and his black and thin face was covered with heavy anger.

"It's not me, Lord Changliang, I don't have the ability!"

"Lord Changliang is angry, the little old man can't bear it!"

"Who is it, hurry up and stand up, don't make Lord Changliang angry!"

......

The guests were panicked by Zhu Changliang's eyes, and they all shouted loudly.

After all, Zhu Changliang's eyes were too terrifying, as if he was going to eat them all.

Zhu Changliang glanced at the guests and found that there was no one worthy of his attention.

Then he set his eyes on the hundred tables of flowing water next to him.

If there is one where chopsticks are most likely to be thrown from, it is undoubtedly those flowing water mats.

At this time, not only Zhu Changliang's eyes fell in the direction of the flowing water seat, but everyone present looked at the area of the flowing water seat.

Next to the flowing water seat, the number of people eating at this time was less than ten, except for one, the rest were all five big and three rough homeless people.

Zhu Changliang's gaze wandered among these homeless people, and found that the level of these people was very low, and they didn't even have intermediate soul masters.

So, he looked at the man in black who was sitting in the corner.

"What? I can't see the cultivation clearly!"

Zhu Changliang's face sank, and he found that his eyes couldn't see the other party's cultivation clearly.

"You, that's you, turn your head around!"

Zhu Changliang pointed to the man sitting in the corner and shouted, his eyes full of vigilance.

This person's cultivation is not thorough, and it is very likely that he is a master.

"Hey, do you think the back of this black dress seems familiar!"

"When you say that, I feel like I've seen this person somewhere!"

......

At this time, the eyes of the audience were focused on the man in black, and several of them seemed to have discovered something and whispered.

"Is that him?"

Huo Bingyao looked at the back not far away with burning eyes, and she felt that it was the person who threw the chopsticks.

Finally, under the gaze of the people, the man in black who was eating slowly stood up, and his body was slightly on one side, revealing a beautiful side face like heavenly workmanship.

I saw him chuckle, raised an ordinary wooden chopstick, and said in a leisurely tone: "Sure enough, a chopstick still can't hold the dishes!"

"Oh my God, this guy isn't ......"

Seeing the appearance of the man in black, all the guests looked at him in shock.

"Stinky boy, who are you, why are you stopping me from killing that old thing surnamed Lin?"

Zhu Changliang said with a vicious face.

"Third brother!" Zhu Changming walked up to Zhu Changliang and said, "This kid is the Su Fan I mentioned to you!"

"Oh?" Zhu Changliang raised his eyes and looked at Su Fan twice, his eyes were glazed: "I also said who has such a great ability to stop me from killing people, it turns out that you are the hairy boy named Su Fan!"

After figuring out Su Fan's origin, Zhu Changliang's heart relaxed.

He heard Zhu Changming say that this Su Fan was just a seventh-level soul monk, and in front of his Soul Monarch cultivation, Su Fan couldn't make any waves at all.

As for why he couldn't see through Su Fan's cultivation, he heard that Su Fan had already entered the sect, and there must be many methods for restraining the aura in the sect, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

So, Zhu Changliang continued: "I heard my eldest brother say that you were the first day talent of the younger generation in Shiwu Town? What a coincidence, I was also the first day talent of the young generation in Shiwu Town twenty-five years ago!"

"Since we are both first-day geniuses, do we want to compare who is more genius?"

Zhu Changliang's words were full of gunpowder, and he felt that with Su Fan's low cultivation, he was not worthy of being named a genius at all.

Fifteen or sixteen-year-old senior soul master is indeed good, but since he got the adventure, he was already a half-step soul master at the age of fifteen or sixteen, so in comparison, Su Fan is indeed inferior to himself.

"It's really Su Fan, why did he suddenly appear here?"

"Do you still need to ask, you must have come back to seek revenge on Lin Lei!"

"Lin Lei has really been moldy for eight lifetimes, Zhu Changliang wants to seek revenge on him, and Su Fan also wants to seek revenge on him!"

"But it's not right, Zhu Changliang didn't just say what Su Fan wanted to kill Lin Lei, why did he come out to stop it?"

"It's not clear. Anyway, I know one thing now, Zhu Changliang and Su Fan are on the right track!"

"The collision of the first day of the two generations, this is interesting!"

"There is a hairy meaning, Su Fan is now at most the seventh or eighth level of the soul warrior, Zhu Changliang is the soul king, what is comparable, let me see, Su Fan is hanging now!"

......

Just as a few people were communicating, the guests around also recognized Su Fanlai, and people looked at the confrontation between the old and new generations on the first day with great interest, and began to talk about it.

However, most people are not optimistic about Su Fan, after all, although Su Fan is very talented, his cultivation realm is more than one level lower than Zhu Changliang.

Hearing everyone's discussions, a trace of disdain flashed in Su Fan's eyes.

The Soul Monarch is just a waste, and he can wipe it out at will.

"I'm not interested in competing with you for anything first or not, I just want him!" Su Fan pointed at Lin Lei and said lightly: "He is my prey, only I can kill him!"

When the words fell, the people around looked at Su Fan with strange expressions.

"It's been a long time to see everything, and he actually stopped it just to fight for Lin Lei's right to execute. ”

Lin Lei, who was not far away, smiled dejectedly, he didn't expect Su Fan to appear at this time, and confront Zhu Changliang in order to fight for his execution rights.

Lin Lei's eyes flashed with a flash of happiness, he knew that he was going to die today, but with a genius like Su Fan dying with him, Huangquan Road was not lonely.