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Chapter 153: The Gathering Place of the Sons of Tianjiao

"How easy it is to step over your body! just one finger!" Ye Qingyun chuckled lightly, repeated his previous words, and stared at the other party with a playful expression.

"You're looking for death!" the big guy was completely angry, how to say, he was a captain of the imperial city's guards, and he was ridiculed on the street, where was his dignity?

In a fit of rage, he kicked the ground violently, and the whole person spread his wings like a big peng, blowing through a strong wind, and pressed towards Ye Qingyun.

Ye Qingyun raised his head slightly, strong disdain flashed in his eyes, and he pointed sharply ahead.

"One finger from the Eastern Emperor!"

With one finger, a force tore through the space and fell directly on the head of the captain of the guard, and with a bang, the whole person of the guard fell directly to the ground, and the bright blood bloomed like a rose.

The dignified Yang Reality Realm Triple Martial Artist died in the hands of the white-clothed young man like this!

Ye Qingyun entered the inn with an expressionless face, as he said, if he wanted to enter the inn, no one could stop him.

When the warrior on the street saw this scene, his pupils shrank slightly, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes when he looked at the young man.

In the restaurant, the decoration is elegant, and the rich aroma of wine permeates the surroundings.

The huge hotel was already crowded with people, all of whom were between eighteen and twenty years old, and each of them had a cultivation of more than one level of Yang Realm.

Their talent is really good.

There are two floors in the restaurant, and the upper floor is full of private rooms, and the laughter from there proves that there are many warriors there.

"The martial artist talent above, the cultivation should be much higher than that of the first layer!" Ye Qingyun muttered, this is a world that fully shows strength.

There are rules for what kind of person to sit in and what kind of position to sit!

Ye Qingyun casually found a spot and ordered a glass of wine.

There were three people sitting at this table, all three of them were young people, they were talking, and a smile appeared on their faces, but when they saw Ye Qingyun sitting on the chair, the smile on their faces suddenly disappeared, and a touch of strangeness appeared.

"This brother, you are so good-looking, I don't know which family it is?" A young man looked at Ye Qingyun strangely, in his impression, he had never seen this young man in white.

Ye Qingyun frowned, didn't want to pay attention to it, and drank by himself, really not interested in paying attention to these arrogant young people.

Seeing this, the other person was already displeased with his face, and when he saw Ye Qingyun's clothes, he decided that this guy must be a hillbilly, and mocked again and again: "Hillbilly, don't sit here, stink, get out!"

A stench, this is pure nonsense.

It's completely dog-eyed and low-looking.

The other person saw that Ye Qingyun still had an indifferent expression, and there was also a trace of displeasure on his face: "Can you get out of here?"

Among the three young men, the previous one was still somewhat polite, but these two looked arrogant, with no one in their eyes, and they looked high.

It's a complete contempt for people!

"Did you buy this restaurant?" Ye Qingyun finally spoke, and glanced at the two young men lightly.

"No!" a young man scoffed, "No, so what?"

"If not, then what do I have to do with you sitting here?" Ye Qingyun still said lightly, glancing at the young man.

"Because my cultivation is stronger than yours, don't talk nonsense to me! I'll give you three seconds to disappear from my eyes immediately, otherwise ......"

This young man had a bad attitude and an arrogant tone, and his eyes were like dog eyes, but before he could say the next sentence, he let out a scream like killing a pig!

Ye Qingyun held his hand stiffly, pressed his backhand, and directly pressed his head on the table: "Otherwise, what?"

The sound of playful abuse reached the young man's ears, which made him angry on the spot.

Anyway, he is also regarded as the son of Tianjiao, and he is also a face-bearing figure here! Now he is being bullied by a hillbilly in shabby clothes?

Anger burned like flames.

"Ahh

Seeing this scene, another young man picked up the long sword on the table, pulled it out, and slashed at Ye Qingyun angrily: "Die!"

"Get out!" Ye Qingyun's left hand was placed on the long sword, and with a sharp swing, the sword flew out along with the person, slammed to the ground, and fell to the ground.

The young man screamed, horrified in his heart, he didn't expect the young man in front of him to be so powerful, and it was not comparable to cultivation.

The original pride was shattered at this moment.

This scene attracted the attention of the surrounding youths on the spot.

The young man lying on the table kept screaming, trying to break free: "Ahhhh

"What are you??,Is it useful?" Ye Qingyun's face was full of disdain, and he mocked again and again: "With this strength, you are still full of arrogance?

Seeing that the latter's face was flushed, he was silent.

"I'm asking you, are you deaf?" he jerked the latter's head up, and slapped it on the table.

The latter screamed in pain, couldn't hold back any longer, and said in fear: "My little brother, you are my eldest brother!

A man of the hour, who was regarded as a genius, was beaten to tears.

The people around were all stunned, and the gaze that looked at Ye Qingyun was completely disdainful, and some were only in strong awe.

Everyone is in awe of the strong, and the youth here are no exception!

The other young man on the table, who was sweating profusely, was sweating profusely, and his back was even more cold, thinking that if he offended the young man in white just now, the consequences would definitely be miserable.

"You, looking for death! Someone who dares to kill me!" At this moment, a figure appeared on the second floor of the restaurant! He was dressed in green clothes, his long hair was fluttering, and his figure was thin, and his eyes instantly turned red when he looked at a young man who was lying on the table below.

"Young master, save me!" the young man shouted anxiously when he heard the voice.

"Did I let you speak?" Ye Qingyun said coldly, and then threw it away, like throwing out a piece of trash.

The young man was thrown directly ten meters away, just packed in a huge wine jug, and the crisp cracking sound echoed!

Even if Murong Yuan, the young master of the Murong family, spoke out, he didn't give face at all!"

"This kid is new, isn't he? so bold! I don't know where he got the confidence?"

The people around whispered, but they didn't understand why the young man didn't give Murong Yuan a little face!

"You're looking for death!" Murong Yuan felt that he had been greatly insulted, flames erupted from his eyes, his right foot kicked violently, and the whole person flew towards Ye Qingyun like a great peng spreading its wings, and a strong cold air appeared between his hands.