The red silk is a dual spiritual root of civil engineering, and the magic technique released condensed into a boulder on the spot, hitting the chest of Red Sleeves.

Red Sleeves received a heavy blow to the chest, and with a "wow", he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Red Sleeves' skill was originally two levels lower than that of Red Silk, and he didn't dare to really make a move with Red Silk, so he had to dodge left and right.

Hongxuan was angry, and the magic trick in his hand was cast again and again.

Red Sleeves was beaten by Hongxuan and vomited several mouthfuls of blood, and was finally forced by Hongxuan to fall into the "Tinglan" box, which alarmed Huang Jiahui and his party.

The manager of the Wind Pavilion is surnamed Wang, called Wang Jinbao, and is a disciple of the "Xuan" character of the hidden gate.

Wang Jinbao's martial arts are not high, but his temperament is exquisite, and he is very suitable for business.

When Su Zicheng was planning to open a restaurant in Kyoto City, Zhou Yun recommended Wang Jinbao and came to Kyoto City to be the manager of Tingfeng Pavilion.

After hearing the report from the person sent by Huang Jiahui, Wang Jinbao secretly complained in his heart.

Today is the first time that the little lady has come to Tingfeng Pavilion for dinner, why did she meet two waitresses fighting in Tingfeng Pavilion? And blood?

Will the little lady think that he Wang Jinbao is incompetent and useless?

Wang Jinbao was depressed in his heart, but he didn't hesitate at all, and hurried to the scene of the fight between Red Sleeves and Red Silk.

After Red Sleeves was beaten by the red silk and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, his face was pale, and he looked a little pitiful.

On the contrary, Hongxuan, because of the heartache of his "hidden array", the expression on his face was a little hideous, and he looked like a fierce god.

When the Tingfeng Pavilion was built, there was no box on the wall, and Su Zicheng had set up a "soundproof array". Therefore, although the red silk and red sleeves crackled outside, except for Huang Jiahui in the "Tinglan" box, they were affected, and the people in the other boxes did not hear the movement outside at all as long as they did not come out.

After Hongxuan consumed most of the spiritual power in her body, her sanity finally returned.

Seeing Wang Jinbao who strode over, a trace of regret flashed on Hongxuan's face. Why didn't she hold back and use her spiritual power in the Wind Pavilion?

It is conceivable that from now on, Red Silk and Red Sleeves want to continue to work in the Listening Wind Pavilion.

I wonder if Honggu will punish them?

Hong Xuan remembered Mei Hong's method of whipping people in anger, and couldn't help but shrink her neck.

Wang Jinbao saw that the scene was in a mess, and his face turned black.

Many of the furnishings in the Listening Wind Pavilion are not ordinary furnishings, but after Su Zicheng saw the feng shui, he set up a small formation on it.

The shelf that was pushed to it was just returned, and it was just lifted up and put in place.

The porcelain vase on the shelf fell to the ground, but it shattered into slag.

If you want to rearrange it, you can only wait for Su Zicheng to come to Kyoto City when he is free.

Wang Jinbao could expect that when he reported this matter to Steward Zhou, Steward Zhou's face would definitely be so heavy that he could wring out a bucket of water.

"Who are you? What is the intention of sneaking into my listening pavilion? Wang Jinbao looked at the embarrassed red sleeves and red silk, and asked sharply.

Wang Jinbao thought that the two people of Red Silk and Red Sleeves were sent by other sects to Tingfeng Pavilion to make trouble.

After all, it is very likely that Tingfeng Pavilion relies on the "Cloud Tea" to make money every day, and people from other sects will be jealous.

“······” Hongxuan opened her mouth, wanting to say that she was an inner disciple, but the words came to her mouth and swallowed back.

The immortal master of the inner door of the hall works as a waiter in the Listening Wind Pavilion. If this news is transmitted back to the inner door, Red Silk and Red Sleeves will also want to mix up at the inner door.

"Hurry up. These facilities that you have destroyed, let your elders redeem them with spirit stones. Wang Jinbao said with a calm face.

"Spirit stones?" Redsleeves exclaimed.

was chased by Hongxuan before and begged for a hundred spirit stones, and now that Red Sleeves heard the word "spirit stone", he had a psychological shadow.

"That's right, the people in the Immortal Sect, of course, use spirit stones to settle the bill." Wang Jinbao said proudly.

Wang Jinbao is a master who can squeeze oil out of rice bran. Since he caught two "suspected disciples of a small sect", Wang Jinbao didn't let the sect where these two people were send some blood, he was not Wang Jinbao.

[Manager Wang, these two are the inner disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect, you just don't know, arrest them first, I have something to ask. At this time, Lin Susu's voice sounded in Wang Jinbao's mind.

Wang Jinbao was taken aback, and then his face became bitter.

Did Miss Miss misunderstand me? O immortal master of the inner gate! I, a disciple of the "Xuan" generation of the hidden sect, are you sure that I have the ability to take them?

[Manager Wang, don't worry, I will help you in secret, you just have to arrest people. Lin Susu guessed what Wang Jinbao was thinking in his heart and comforted him.

With Lin Susu's packing ticket, the bitter look on Wang Jinbao's face disappeared immediately.

"You two, come with me to the office, and let's talk about compensation." Wang Jinbao said in a deep voice.

Redsleeves panicked. Red Sleeves doesn't have a single spirit stone on his body! Wang Jinbao asked them to discuss compensation, and what Red Sleeves wanted to do most was to escape.

However, after being chased by Red Silk like crazy and beaten wildly, Red Sleeves was seriously injured, and there was no way to mobilize the aura in his body in the short term.

It can be said that even if Red Sleeves wants to leave Red Silk and escape, he can't run.

"The surname is Wang, this girl doesn't want to go, how are you going?" The red silk is full of confidence.

Red Silk has always believed that the Hidden Gate is an attachment to their Loose Sect.

The immortal masters of their free sect, every time they go to the hidden gate, they will be warmly received. This doesn't mean that the hidden disciples are naturally lower than the inner disciples.

"Don't want to go? If you don't want to go, you have to go! Wang Jinbao's eyes widened.

"The surname is Wang, we are the inner gate immortal master, you have no right to take care of it." Hongxuan said contemptuously.

Hongxuan didn't even look down on Su Zicheng, the master of the Hidden Sect, let alone Wang Jinbao, who didn't even have a spiritual root and couldn't cultivate.

"Hahaha······" Wang Jinbao raised his head and laughed.

"The surname is Wang, what are you laughing at?" There's something strange about the red silk.

"I laugh at you for not having a clear mind, and you put gold on your face. Will the Inner Gate Immortal Master come to my Tingfeng Pavilion to work as a waiter? What misunderstanding do you have about the Immortal Master? Or do you think that there are too many immortal masters to be worthless? Wang Jinbao said sarcastically.

"You dog minion! How dare you talk to me like this, be careful that I let my sister tell the Great Elder to cure your sin! Hongxuan scolded sharply.

It was the first time that Hongxuan had been sarcastic, and this was still said by an ordinary person like Wang Jinbao.

"Let's go~!" Wang Jinbao stretched out his hand and grabbed the collar of the red silk.

The magic trick in Hongxuan's hand was thrown at Wang Jinbao.

Seeing a boulder falling from the sky, Wang Jinbao's head was broken in a few seconds.

Wang Jinbao was in shock, only to see Hongxuan snort and fall to the ground with his head in his arms.

Without the aura output of the red silk, the boulder in the air disappeared.

This is Lin Susu, who is hiding in the shadows, making a move.