The white-clothed noble man couldn't help but feel proud when he saw that Ling Chen had been staring at his folding fan, he was like a big rooster who had won a fight, his breath was high, his head was raised high, and he looked down at Ling Chen and the purple girl sitting on the table.

He smiled, and thought in his heart, this person who pursued the purple girl was indeed a soft persimmon, the old turtle, how could the purple girl look at such a person?

It won't be because... Fooled, right?!

"Boy, if you are interested, quickly give up your seat and leave, this 'Yuxi Building' is not open to you like this kind of soil bun!"

The more he talked, the more imposing he became, and the more he spoke, the more energetic he became. He felt that if he was a little girl, he would be overwhelmed by his talent and posture!

"Give up your seat, it's not impossible to ......" Ling Chen didn't care about how ugly he spoke.

The purple girl said coquettishly on the side: "Childe~"

Ling Chen replied with a relieved look.

However, the sound of the purple girl made everyone present in Yuxilou almost break their bones.

"Oh? You dirt bun is also interesting, it's just that, for the sake of your acquaintance, my son won't be like you today! Let's go, the purple girl is not something you can pursue! Go back to your village, find a girl with a fat head and big ears, give birth to a baby as soon as possible, and live this life in a mess!"

When the boy heard what Ling Chen said, he couldn't help but feel proud again. He is Ji Wuye's nephew, the son of one of the three major scholar families in Korea, this identity is simply... The crown prince of South Korea. Even if Wang Gongzi sees himself, don't he have to respectfully call "Ji Gongzi"?

"Hehe, young people are impulsive, I haven't finished my words, you're like a chicken blood. Ling Chen smiled gently and waved his hand, a picture of teaching juniors.

“...... You!" the man's face changed, but he was worried about the status of the purple girl in South Korea, his face was cloudy, and in the end, he still didn't tear his face directly.

"You say!"

The man finally suppressed the killing intent in his heart, but still gritted his teeth and said.

Ling Chen still smiled and said, "Alas, you're still young! But don't worry, I won't blame you." ”

Before the man collapsed, Ling Chen finally spoke again: "I want this folding fan in your hand, if you are willing to cut your love, let a seat be given to you, it is not impossible." ”

In fact, Ling Chen spent much more time staring at this fan than he did looking at the man in white.

“...... Hmph, a toad, how dare you covet your son's folding fan?"

The man finally blew his hair, picked up the folding fan, and wanted to fan Ling Chen's face. Ling Chen didn't dodge or dodge, looked at him lightly, and finally kindly reminded:

"I don't make a move because I have no reason to do it, if you find something boring to eat by yourself and be scrapped by me......"

Fortunately, the white-clothed man's realm was low and he reaped the benefits quickly, so before he hit Ling Chen, he stopped his fan, he was sweating profusely, just now, a large mountain of corpses suddenly appeared in his heart, and one of them was his own. He couldn't believe it and looked at Ling Chen, who was sitting quietly on the opposite side, smiling, and clenched his fists, he only thought that this was what Ling Chen did.

In fact, it was indeed Ling Chen who did it.

Yuling Jade was immune to most illusions, but it was useless to Ling Chen, a strange person who had successfully mastered the three realms and had reached the peak of shattering cultivation. Because, if it was a competition for combat power, Ling Chen's strength would be even more powerful than the ordinary powerhouses in the transcendent period.

That man is not resentful when he is tricked, he can be hallucinated by Ling Chen with illusion, this is not a treatment that ordinary people can enjoy.

The man's face was cloudy, he knew that he was probably not the opponent of the young man opposite, he thought about it, showed a little sneer, and then gently handed the fan to Ling Chen:

"Childe is really a dragon and phoenix among people. Since Childe likes this folding fan, let's take it!

He said boldly, as if he was really bold.

There were not a few people watching the excitement around, and they were all so shocked that their jaws almost dropped.

Who is this from the Ji family? But a well-known loser in South Korea, no, he is a gentleman. If he doesn't like it, even the old man who is setting up a stall on the side of the road will be killed with a sword, but today he is soft on the man in front of him?

Could it be that this man has a wonderful background that no one else can guess?

So, Yuxi Tower, it suddenly became whining, and the noisy Yuxi Building could be seen several miles away.

Taking advantage of the chaos at the scene, the white-clothed Ji Gongzi waved his hand, found his younger brother, and said to him:

"You go back, go back to find my uncle Ji Wuye, and say that the Ji family's inheritance 'Qibao Linglong Fan' that he gave me was snatched away by a hairy boy, and he also injured me......"

There was a cruel smile on the corner of the man's mouth, and he couldn't help but see the scene of Ling Chen being beaten all over the ground.

It's better to add another kill after your uncle is annoying.

Thinking of this, the man in white became even more attentive, and saluted Ling Chen with a glass of wine more than a glass of wine.

Ling Chen naturally saw his purpose, and felt funny at the moment. However, the things sent to the door did not return them, and Ling Chen did not stop them, allowing him to add them cup by cup, and then Ling Chen drank them cup by cup.

Anyway, the body can filter alcohol, and as long as you don't want to get drunk, no one can get yourself drunk.

About half an hour later, there was still no food on the table, but at this time, the door of Yuxi Building was split open by someone with an axe.

The young man in white was overjoyed, slapped his palm backhand, and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood from his own blows.

"Uncle!"

He ran over crying like a child, Ling Chen watched his performance playfully and funny, but unfortunately, even if he cut off his own arms, it is estimated that in the end, Ji Wuye will not necessarily help him or not.

"Xiaode, which blind person dares to bully my nephew Ji Wuye?!"

Ji Wuye slammed the axe on the floor of Yuxi Tower, and then the wooden ground was pierced fiercely, and then the wooden pieces were broken seven up and eight times, even Ling Chen, he had to admit that Ji Wuye was really imposing at some point.

All the sons and disciples present understood the reason why Ji Boy did what he did just now, but at this moment, he didn't dare to make more noise, after all, his uncle Ji Wuye was a murderous master without blinking!

Ling Chen didn't answer, didn't look at him, didn't pay attention to him. He and the purple girl are still adding wine and tea to each other as always. Directly ignored this stupid big guy who was easily impulsive.

"Bold!"

Ji Wuye saw that the expected plea for mercy did not appear, so he strode into the Yuxi Building and walked towards Ling Chen's table.

At first, it was a fat man who walked very, very fast, athletic, and flexible. Passing through one terrain obstacle after another (tables and stools), and then running towards Ling Chen.

But after seeing the person on the table clearly, Ji Wuye felt a pimple in his heart, and hurriedly used his true qi to stop himself, quickly threw his axe aside, and then said respectfully:

"Childe. ”

Then, the collective fryer.