There were exactly eight young warriors in this group, and they were generally not very old, all about fifteen years old, and they were sitting around two tables.

On the table, there are also all kinds of food, including roast chicken, pig ears, braised dried tofu, etc., which are all ordinary foods of ordinary people.

Qin Lang knew at a glance that these foods must have been brought back from the restaurant outside.

After all, there are no such delicacies on the menu in this inn.

There were four of them at a table, feasting and eating with their mouths full of oil.

But from time to time, he muttered, and there was still some resentment and resentment on his face, as if he had encountered something unpleasant.

However, Qin Lang's attention was not on the topics they were discussing and the food on the table, but on the way they were dressed.

This group of young warriors are all innate warriors, wearing uniform earthy yellow clothes, but these clothes are not power suits or robes, but vests.

Right!

Waistcoat!

The style and workmanship are almost exactly the same as the vests on earth.

It's just that the vests they wear are all sewn from the fur of some demon beasts.

Judging by the dress, it looks like a hunter in the mountains.

Moreover, each of these young martial artists is about the same size, half a circle larger than ordinary martial artists, and everyone looks like a tiger's back.

The whole body is muscular, like a bodybuilder, and even the palm of his hand is the size of a fan, which seems to be infinitely powerful.

Judging by their dress and body shape, they must be difficult to mess with.

Sweeping over the eight young martial artists at a glance, Qin Lang's gaze fell on their waists, a waist card made of black iron.

This waist tag is only the size of a palm, and the identity and name of the teenager are engraved on the front, and the pattern that resembles two mountain peaks is engraved on the back, closely connected.

"Backing the Mountain Sect?"

The corners of Qin Lang's mouth raised, and he immediately judged the origin of this group of people.

According to the records of the Zongheng Secret Classics, the Backing Mountain Sect is a third-class force, and the mountain gate is hundreds of thousands of miles away from Jiangnan City, and it is located in a third-class city called Backing Mountain City, which is within the jurisdiction.

The nature of the Backing Mountain Sect and the Dragon Tiger Sect is almost the same, both are famous for practicing kung fu, but compared to the first-class force Dragon Tiger Gate, the disciples of the Backing Mountain Sect seem to be a little untouchable.

After all, the exercises of the Dragon Tiger Sect are not something that a mere third-class power backer mountain sect can have.

However, compared to ordinary martial artists, the disciples of the Backing Mountain Sect are much stronger.

Because as soon as they entered the sect, they did not start to practice martial arts, but exercised their bodies.

They all have one characteristic, that is, their strength and physical ability to resist blows are a few points stronger than the disciples of ordinary forces.

To put it bluntly, it's more experienced.

"The backing mountain sect is also a third-class force, how could they come to live in such a down-and-out inn?"

Retracting his thoughts, Qin Lang walked into the inn.

Don't look at the backer sect as a third-class force, but in fact, it is inextricably linked to the backer city.

Because the suzerain of the backing mountain sect and the city lord of the backing mountain city are brothers who are related by blood.

With this relationship, the backing mountain sect will not be very poor.

This group of disciples of the Backing Mountain Sect must have come to participate in the enrollment competition of the Blue Dragon Academy, and he really couldn't understand why they were willing to choose such a small inn to settle down.

However, Qin Lang soon knew the reason for this.

As soon as he walked into the inn, he heard one of the one-star congenital young men complaining: "The shopkeeper of the Fulai Inn, if I run into him outside, I will definitely beat him all over the ground looking for teeth." ”

A two-star congenital teenager suddenly sighed: "Zhao Han, don't say it, if it weren't for the people of the Spirit Sword Palace relying on themselves to be a second-class force, how could they rob the room we had already booked?"

"Spirit Sword Palace?"

Qin Lang's expression moved, and the corners of his mouth lifted a trace of arc.

A three-star innate teenager shook his head: "Well, you can't blame the shopkeeper, he is also afraid that the people of the Spirit Sword Palace will find trouble, and he can't help it." ”

"Wang Tong, I just can't swallow this breath, why do they look down on people?"

Zhao Han grabbed a greasy pig's trotter in his hand, and said angrily: "Could it be that the people of their Spirit Sword Palace are people, and the people of our Mountain Sect are not people?"

The two-star congenital named Wang Tong said with a bitter face: "This world is like this, you have strength, others call you an uncle, you don't have strength, in their eyes, we are not even as good as ants." ”

"It's all because of the hateful rules of the Shenzhou Kingdom, what level of power is it, if I am the emperor, this disgusting system will be abolished a long time ago. ”

Zhao Han was furious, looked at the three-star innate boy, and was puzzled: "Zhou Rui, you said that the sect master and elders, as well as the senior brother, went to find the people of the Spirit Sword Palace to reason, why haven't you come back yet?"

"How do I know?"

Zhou Rui frowned: "But with the character of the sect master, I still hope that nothing will happen." ”

Zhao Han and Wang Tong listened and nodded thoughtfully.

"Don't say anything. ”

Zhou Rui saw Qin Lang coming to the hall and reminded softly, "Someone is coming." ”

Wang Tong was stunned, and immediately stunned: "It's strange, there are still people like us and those people before, who dare to live in such an inn?

Zhao Han glanced at Qin Lang disdainfully: "Hmph, it's just a nine-star acquired garbage." ”

"Silver eyes?"

When he saw Qin Lang's appearance clearly, Zhou Rui's pupils shrank suddenly: "Could he be the famous Qin Lang during this time?"

"Yes, yes, yes...... Don't forget, when we came earlier, the whole alley was full of people, and if we hadn't drunk them, we probably would still be here. ”

Wang Tong was stunned, as if he had thought of something: "Moreover, I also made a special inquiry, and I learned from them that I heard that Qin Lang lives here, and they all came to see Qin Lang, and I think his eight achievements are the real Qin Lang." ”

"What's so big about it, I don't know if he's really as strong as rumored. ”

Zhao Han took a bite of the pig's trotter and said sourly.

"Don't talk nonsense. ”

Zhou Rui glared at him fiercely: "If a person says that Qin Lang of the Nine-Star Tomorrow can kill Qin Zhan of the Seven-Star Martial Sect, I'm afraid no one will believe it, but now that the whole Dongzhou is spreading this matter, do you think it will be groundless?"

"Hmm. ”

Wang Tong nodded: "No one has seen it with their own eyes, and it will definitely not be passed on so realistically, and it is definitely not hearsay." ”

"I look at his body, can't he take my punch?"

Zhao Han put down the pig's trotters in his hand, wiped his mouth and hands, and stood up: "If you want to verify whether he is really as powerful as rumored, isn't it simple?"

"Zhao Han, don't mess around. ”

Zhou Rui was in a hurry, and he wanted to hold Zhao Han.

But Zhao Han shook his arm vigorously, broke free of Zhou Rui's hand, and came to Qin Lang.

Looking Qin Lang up and down, Zhao Han clasped his arms with both hands, and there was a trace of contempt in his eyes: "You are Qin Lang?"

Qin Lang turned a deaf ear, glanced at the hall, and found that Xiao Er and Zhang Shengnan were not there, so he prepared to bypass Zhao Han and go upstairs.

Originally, he was robbed of his residence by the Spirit Sword Palace, which made Zhao Han hold his breath, but now seeing that Qin Lang ignored him as if he was air, he was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.

"Boy, what should I talk to you?"

Zhao Han leaned sideways and blocked Qin Lang, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light: "Are you deaf?"

"You're talking to me?"

Qin Lang's eyes narrowed.

When he was in Wanren Mountain, he killed Chen Feng, the backbone of a group of sharp mercenary groups, and he and the Spirit Sword Palace were already considered to have a grudge.

The discussion between these disciples of the Backing Mountain Sect just now fell into his ears word for word.

Originally, the people of the Mountain Sect were bullied by the Spirit Sword Palace, and he expressed great sympathy.

But now that he saw that the disciples of the Backing Mountain Sect wanted to sprinkle their anger on him, he felt inexplicable and a little funny.

"Is there anyone else here?"

Zhao Han tilted his head and said mockingly: "I heard that you are very strong, I don't believe it, why don't we have a try?"

"If you feel that you have suffered a loss in the hands of the Spirit Sword Palace, feel psychologically unbalanced, and want to find a sense of existence in me, then I advise you to save it. ”

Qin Lang put his hands in his trouser pockets and wanted to leave.

"Don't you dare? I thought you were really not afraid of death? ”

Zhao Leng laughed and waved his hand like a fly: "Hurry up, don't appear in front of me in the future, understand?"

"Oh?"

Qin Lang's figure was stunned, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "Say, how to compete?"

(End of chapter)