Hearing the movement from the bottom of the mountain, Qing Yuanzhen and the three couldn't help but glance at each other. Immediately, the figures of the three disappeared in place, and in an instant, they appeared in the place where the incident occurred.

The drunken restaurant is located on the busiest street in Qingyun City, and it is the best restaurant in the city.

The restaurant has six floors, and the outside of the building is majesticly built, and six tall samurai guard the gate. Just from the outside, you can see that those who can enter and exit here are either rich or expensive.

Even ordinary people are far away from it, because they know that even if they are close, they will never be able to get in.

However, at this time, the front door of the drunken building was crowded with people, and there was a lot of discussion.

When I followed everyone's gaze, I saw a beggar lying at the gate!

The beggar was covered in black dirt, and his long hair had become a shuttle. However, through the dirty and thin face, it can still be seen that this beggar is no more than a teenager.

At this time, the boy was lying flat on the ground, holding a gourd in his right hand, and the smell of the gourd could tell that the boy was pouring old wine into his mouth.

Looking at the side again, the six samurai who had been guarding the gate were all sitting on the edge of the building, their clothes covered with blood, and their mouths were constantly *, as if they had suffered a lot of injuries.

"Who's messing around here!

At this time, a middle-aged man of about forty walked out of the drunken building, with a Chinese face, a burly figure, a sword hanging from his waist, and a green robe.

But when he saw the samurai sitting in all directions, his eyes became even more angry.

"Who the hell dares to make trouble in a drunken building!

In the face of the middle-aged man's angry shouting, the crowd suddenly fell silent, and they all looked at the young beggar on the ground.

Looking at the eyes of the crowd, the middle-aged man turned his attention to the young beggar lying on the ground.

"Stinky beggar, you hurt my samurai?"

But in the face of the middle-aged man's angry drinking, the young man raised the gourd again and poured a big sip of wine.

"Look for death!" the middle-aged man burst out.

"Daddy, how can a beggar take your hand, let me come!"

At this moment, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy rushed out of the gate.

This young man looks very similar to his father, his figure is very burly, and he is also dressed in a green robe.

"Dare to spread wild in front of my restaurant, looking for death!"

The young man burst into a shout, and he had already raised his right foot with white light and kicked it vigorously at the beggar on the ground!

"Bang!" With a bang, the beggar was kicked a foot away and slammed under the stone staircase.

However, with a scream of "ah", the young man's right foot was broken in response, spread to the ground, and fainted for a while.

"Zhuang'er!" The middle-aged man hurriedly picked up his unconscious son, and hurriedly took out a pill for him to take, his face full of worry.

But the young beggar who was kicked away got up in an instant and staggered up again.

Seeing this scene, the crowd suddenly exploded again.

Because there were not many cultivators among them, they clearly knew that from the spiritual power displayed by the young man just now, it was clear that he was a cultivator in the late stage of the first spirit.

But the beggar on this earth has no spiritual power, but is an ordinary mortal!

But the facts shocked them, an ordinary mortal was kicked vigorously by a cultivator who cultivated in the late stage of the first spirit, although the mortal was fine, but the cultivator broke his foot!

Such a strange scene is really incredible.

While the crowd was talking, the beggar had gone to the place where he had just laid down, lay down again, and poured another sip of wine.

Listening to the movement outside, many people suddenly rushed out of the restaurant!

"Daddy, what's wrong with my brother?"

At this time, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl in a red dress rushed out of the restaurant.

She has a slender and delicate face, a high nose, and although her hair is plain, she exudes a different kind of beauty.

Looking at her father's unconscious younger brother in her arms, her eyes were full of worry.

"Qingmei, take care of my brother!"

Handing over his son to his daughter, the middle-aged man stood up and looked at the beggar lying on the ground, the worry in his eyes turned to anger.

But after two breaths of anger, his eyes became complicated again.

Because he clearly felt that the beggar on this ground was obviously just an ordinary mortal, even if he was kicked just now, the other party still did not have a trace of spiritual power exposed.

But the development of things is beyond his imagination. In this way, there is only one explanation, and the other party is either a person whose cultivation is far higher than his own, so he can completely hide his cultivation.

However, the middle-aged man is a late-stage cultivator of the Spirit Master, and he has to hide his strength in front of him, unless the other party has reached the Spirit Sect.

But no matter how he looked at it, the beggar on this ground didn't look like a person with the cultivation of the Spirit Sect! Not to mention that the other party was only fifteen or sixteen years old, how could he have reached the Spirit Sect at such an age.

You must know that if a middle-aged man can achieve his current cultivation, he has also practiced hard for more than 200 years.

But the facts are in front of him, and years of experience tell him that this matter is not simple, so he suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Who the hell are you?" the middle-aged man's voice regained its calm.

But where the beggar answered, he drank his own wine!

"Beggar, who are you?" the middle-aged man had to ask patiently again.

"You're talking to me?"

The beggar's voice was as if it came from the mouth of an old man in his sixties and seventies.

"Are there any other beggars here?"

"But where do you see I'm a beggar?"

Hearing the beggar's words, the crowd burst into laughter.

Because in their opinion, dressed like this, what is not a beggar?

"If you are dirty, tattered and tattered, you are beggars, then you are dressed like dogs, aren't they all dogs!"

Hearing the beggar's words, the crowd fell silent. The people who originally sympathized with him were also full of anger at this time.

"As for you, you're so fat, you look like a big stupid bear!"

The beggar pointed at the middle-aged man, laughed out loud for a while, and laughed a little crazy!

"It's a madman!" "Crazy beggar!"

Seeing that the beggar said this, the crowd immediately laughed again.

"Let me ask again, what is your last name?" anger gradually rose in the middle-aged man's eyes.

"Me!" replied the beggar cheerfully.

"Me?" But the middle-aged man's eyes were full of questions.

"It's not you, it's me!"

"What you, what me!" "So he's crazy!" the crowd burst into laughter.

"Since you refuse to report your name, don't blame me for bullying the small!"

"It's all said, I'm who I am!"

The beggar said this, and then raised the gourd to take a sip of wine. However, only a few drops were dripped from the gourd.

"Alas, the wine is finished again!"

"Big Stupid Bear, go and get me a pot of fine potpourri wine, and I'll tell you my name!"