The young man surnamed Gu made this move fast and ruthlessly, and his original intention was to force the restaurant owner to save himself and put down Huang Shao in his hand.

But the restaurant owner knew that someone was attacking behind him, but he didn't mean to dodge at all, so he still lifted Huang Shao's body and threw it out of the window.

At the same time, with the sound of "ping-pong", the fist of the young man surnamed Gu hit his back firmly.

The restaurateur's body shook for a moment, and it seemed that there was no big problem, and he turned around and grabbed the arm of the young man surnamed Gu before he had time to retract.

The young man surnamed Gu hurriedly waved his arm, trying to break free from the other party's grasp. only to find that the other party's palm was firmly grasped in his hand like iron tongs, and he couldn't shake it off at all.

I only heard a broken cry in my ears: "You can also go down for me!"

The young man surnamed Gu only felt a strong force coming from his hand, and his whole body was pulled, and he involuntarily got up from the ground and flew out of the window.

The restaurant owner didn't pay attention to what would happen to Huang Shao and the young man surnamed Gu who were thrown out of the window, he hurried out of his feet and rushed to the other people in the box.

At the beginning, pedestrians walking on the old street saw someone fall from the window of the attic of Bazhen, and thought that someone had committed suicide by jumping off the building, and let out a burst of exclamations.

But then I saw people falling from it, like dumplings, and I was stunned for a while, not knowing what was going on.

I don't know what kind of technique the restaurant owner used, when he was about to fall to the ground, everyone was pushed forward by an invisible skill, dissolving the gravity when falling.

Although he was thrown from the three- or four-meter-high building, he did not have a broken head and bleeding, and his limbs were broken and fractured. It's just that in front of the public, I fell to the ground and was a little embarrassed.

In the blink of an eye, all the people in the box who were invited by Huang Shao to the banquet were thrown out of the window.

I don't know if the restaurant owner is a little confused, after seeing that there are still people standing in the box, he rushed to Ling Zikai's side again, and reached out to grab him.

What's the matter? Do you want to throw us down together? You're too domineering, aren't you?

Ling Zikai was stunned for a moment, then raised his arm and grabbed the other party's fallen wrist, and the ancestral god energy in his body came into being, lifting the body of the restaurant owner in the air and throwing it towards the window.

It's really a report and a report.

Just now, Bai Xiong and the others were powerless to fight back under the hands of the restaurant owner, and were thrown directly into the street.

Now that he met Ling Zikai, it was his turn, and under the surging power of the ancestral god, he also didn't have the slightest ability to resist, and flew towards the window, seeing that he was about to end up with the same fate as those people before.

At this moment, the white-haired old man suddenly raised his arm, and the crutches that he had been holding came out of his hand, and the latter came first, just across the middle of the window.

At this moment, the body of the restaurateur had already flown to the window and happened to hit the crutch blocking the window.

Listening to the "click", the wooden crutch with only the thickness of a thumb could not withstand the huge impact force at all, and was broken violently.

But with the help of this block, the restaurateur's body also froze. Taking advantage of this buffer, he hurriedly stretched out his leg and kicked on the window frame, flipped over with his strength, and landed again in the box.

"Smack, smack, smack!"

The white-haired old man slapped his palms a few times, looked at Ling Zikai and praised: "Young man, hidden deeply, good skills!"

Ling Zikai said lightly: "Old man, you don't look like an old man!"

After stabilizing his body, the frightened restaurant owner walked up to Ling Zikai, looked him up and down, and gave him a thumbs up: "You are very powerful! I am not your opponent! Dare to ask which sect you are from? What kind of kung fu did you use just now?"

"Your Excellency misunderstood! I haven't practiced any martial arts, and I'm not a martial arts master!"

"This is impossible, I can feel that the power you used on your arm just now is something I have never encountered before, just like the legendary true qi! I think you must have cultivated a very great internal martial arts!"

Looking at the restaurant owner's sworn appearance, Ling Zikai couldn't cry or laugh, and didn't know how to explain it for a while, so he simply put on a proud demeanor and said slowly: "Even if I have studied martial arts, what will happen? Why should I tell you where I came from?"

The restaurant owner was stunned for a moment when he heard this, thinking about it, why should people tell themselves secrets!

Looking at the restaurant owner's somewhat sluggish appearance, the white-haired old man sighed and said, "Okay, Xiao Leizi, you don't have to worry about it there! I told you a long time ago that there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people." All these years you have run this restaurant, and all the kung fu you have learned has been wasted!"

The white-haired old man paused, arched his hand at Ling Zikai, and said, "Dare to ask the little brother his name, can we take a step to speak?"

"Under the surname Ling, the name is Zikai. Old man, if you have anything to say, we can make an appointment to talk about it at another time. The purpose of my coming to Bazhen Pavilion today is to invite guests to dinner, but there are still some friends waiting to dine outside!"

Ling Zikai politely refused the invitation of the white-haired old man.

Although Ling Zikai was very curious about the fact that the white-haired old man could have consciousness, after all, it was the first time for the two parties to be in contact, and he didn't want to have more to do with the other party before he figured out the details of the other party.

Besides, the restaurant owner was able to throw out just now, relying on the energy of the ancestral god, not the peerless martial arts they imagined, and he was not on the same path as the other party at all.

"Haha! Brother Ling is right, this day is big, and it is still the biggest thing to fill your stomach! Xiao Leizi, how are you the owner of this restaurant, there are guests coming to the door, why don't you hurry up and arrange the seats, please sit down!"

Hearing what the white-haired old man said, the restaurant owner responded and hurriedly cleaned up the tables and chairs in the box.

"Brother Ling, please dine first, I won't bother you when you are old!"

The white-haired old man arched his hand at Ling Zikai and slowly exited the box.

Before Ling Zikai could speak, Zhang Hao had already shouted outside: "Come in, everyone!"

The impatient crowd who had been waiting outside the box for a long time heard Zhang Hao's shout, hula, and all rushed in.

He Ling shouted at Ling Zikai dissatisfiedly: "Ling Zikai, what kind of fame are you doing, it will take half a day to set up a private room, everyone is about to starve to death!"

Without waiting for Ling Zikai to answer, the restaurant owner had already replied repeatedly: "I'm sorry, let you just wait! Please wait a little longer, I'll call someone to serve the food immediately!"

Then he quickly turned around and ran out of the box.