Hearing Guo Tu call himself a mouthy servant, Yang Xiaofei suddenly became angry.

He wanted to stay out of the matter and see how Su Fan solved this Guo Tu, but unexpectedly, he was humiliated by Guo Tu and became Su Fan's servant!

And a mouthy servant!

How can Yang Xiaofei endure this?

Yang Xiaofei, a master of the ninth level of the Soul King, was said to be so unbearable, it was difficult for him not to be angry!

"The little soul king is level seven, he dares to insult me and give me death!"

"Mist Finger!"

Yang Xiaofei, who was really angry, showed his full strength as soon as he made a move!

As soon as he pointed out, the surrounding water vapor gathered wildly, constantly squeezing together and turning into a vast cloud!

Brush!

The shadow of the finger appears and disappears in the clouds and mist, which makes people unreal!

At the same time, Yang Xiaofei's cultivation aura that belonged to the ninth level of the Soul King also spread out, and that terrifying aura turned pale when all the thugs present suppressed it!

"What! This person is actually the ninth level of the Soul King, oh my God, he looks like he is only in his twenties!"

"Could it be an old monster in which kingdom?"

"Guo Tu is finished now, he actually said that a ninth-level master of the Soul King was the servant of that kid, it is difficult not to die now!"

"It's good that I gave up blackmailing them, otherwise I might have been the one who died!"

......

The thugs looked at Yang Xiaofei with awe, and they all secretly rejoiced.

"Soul King Rank 9!"

Guo Tu's face turned pale, Yang Xiaofei's powerful aura suppressed him and made him unable to move, he hurriedly begged for mercy: "My lord'......s life!

However, before Guo Tu could finish speaking, a coercion rushed towards him!

"Die!"

Yang Xiaofei said in a dark voice, the clouds and mist rolled over to contain Guo Tu, a finger shadow flashed, there was a muffled bang, the blood stained the clouds red, and a headless corpse fell to the ground with a thud!

"Guo Tu is dead!"

"He deserves it, who told him to be so ignorant, he didn't even know the details of other people's lives and shot at will!"

"I thought it was a group of fat sheep, but I didn't expect that there was a master hidden inside!"

......

When the rioters saw Guo Tu dead, they all sneered.

And the woman standing behind the counter unconsciously restrained her flea demeanor and became much more serious.

The ninth-level Soul King Cultivator is already the strongest combat power in the city at present, except for those half-step Soul Emperors in the Divine Treasure Pavilion, and such a powerful monk is not something that she can provoke as a woman.

"Boss, how about it? You can arrange a room for me now, right?"

Seeing that Yang Xiaofei had shocked the rioters in the inn, Su Fan walked to the counter again and asked the woman again,

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The woman nodded again and again, looking very nervous, and her eyes were aimed at Yang Xiaofei behind Su Fan from time to time.

"Okay, please arrange for the boss to take us to the guest room!"

Looking at the woman's worried and frightened appearance, Su Fan smiled secretly in his heart.

"That's it! That's it! Beard, Qiangzi, you find some clean rooms for them to live in first!"

The two guys who looked like little minions stood up, walked over with reluctance on their faces, and led Su Fan and the others upstairs under the woman's arrangement.

Not long after Su Fan and the others went upstairs, a strange voice sounded in the hall on the first floor of the quiet inn: "Mrs. Yinzhu, it's the first time I've seen you so embarrassed!"

Mrs. Yinzhu was the woman standing behind the counter.

When she heard the sound, she saw a big man with a pockmarked face sitting at a wine table, looking at her with a confused face.

"Who is the slave family, it turned out to be you, the pock-faced knife ghost Du Wuxue!" Mrs. Yinzhu said in a cold voice: "You still have the face to say that the slave family, you group of big men are sitting there very leisurely, let a woman from the slave family deal with that kid, is it easy for you to do this?"

"I don't care if it's easy or not easy for you!" Du Wuxue patted the table: "I'll just ask you, how do you solve these people? Don't tell me, you don't have a plan!"

Hearing Du Wuxue say this, the eyes of the thugs in the hall once again turned to Mrs. Yinzhu.

"Of course there is a plan!" Mrs. Yinzhu pursed her lips: "My family is coming!"

"What! Weng's Twins are coming?"

The thugs in the inn exclaimed in surprise, and the desire in the red fruit in the eyes of Mrs. Yinzhu instantly disappeared.

Because, they all know that this Mrs. Yinzhu is a good match for the Weng family!

Weng's Shuangba, just by hearing the name, you know that it is two people.

These two people are both from the high-level kingdom Glacier Country, from the same clan surnamed Weng, one is called Weng Fang, and the other is called Weng Hui, they are both masters of the ninth level of the Soul King!

Moreover, these two are also proficient in a set of combined attack techniques, and when the two of them work together, even ordinary half-step soul emperors can be killed, which is very powerful!

"Since the two bosses are coming, then I won't say anything!" Du Wuxue looked around and said to everyone: "When it's time to do it, everyone can rely on their abilities, and they can grab as much as they can!"

At this moment, a person stood up from a certain wine table, and he whispered, "Mrs. Yinzhu, I want to withdraw from this assembly for the time being!"

The person who spoke out was the thug who had seen Su Fan's shot!

"Fang Bao, what are you crazy about!" the companion next to the man tugged at him: "Madam Yinzhu gathered everyone here just to form a group to deal with those half-step soul emperors, if you go out alone, it will be easy to be killed by those half-step soul emperors!"

The corners of Fang Bao's mouth twitched, he knew that what his companion said was reasonable, but staying here to deal with the black-clothed kid would die faster.

That black-clothed kid killed seven or eight high-level soul kings with one punch, and even if the Weng Clan's double lord came, it would be useless!

"Tie Ying, don't persuade me, I've caught enough on this trip, I'll go out of the city and go back after leaving here!"

Fang Bao naturally refused to tell the truth, now that there were so many thug groups in the city, there was no need for him to hang himself on a tree, not to mention that this was still a dead tree that was going to dry up.

"Hey, okay, take care!"

After hearing this, Tie Ying no longer persuaded Fang Bao.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am taking my leave!"

After Fang Bao saluted everyone, he walked towards the door of the inn.

"Brother Fang Bao, don't regret you going out of this door!" Lady Yinzhu said with a calm face.

Fang Bao paused in his footsteps and continued to walk out.

"The guy who didn't plant!"

After Fang Bao left, Mrs. Yinzhu spat lightly, and said to everyone with a smile on her face: "Come, brothers, let's continue to discuss the matter of the assembly!"

Soon, the first floor of the inn entered a lively discussion.

While the mob was having a heated discussion, from time to time some other thugs came in from outside the inn to attend the rally.

It didn't take long for the number of thugs to multiply, and there were not enough stools to sit on, and the thugs who came from behind had to find an open space to stand.

The smile on Lady Silverbead's face bloomed like a flower, and the more people who attended this gathering, the better it would be for her!

(End of chapter)