Seeing that Ling Feng didn't take his words to heart, the shopkeeper was still eating nonsense, his anger was surging in his heart, and he began to scold without any restraint in his mouth: "Oh, don't give you face, ya, a pariah, I don't know where to get the gold ingots, I came here to save face, Lao Tzu has already given you enough face before, but I didn't expect that a pariah is a pariah, and eating and eating will cause trouble for Lao Tzu, and I won't go down." At the end, the shopkeeper pointed at Ling Feng angrily.

Ling Feng really couldn't listen to it anymore when he heard this, put down his chopsticks, and was about to reprimand Xiao Er when he looked up, but when he saw Uncle Zhang, he was standing aside and looking at him, putting away the anger that had just risen in his heart, and said: "Uncle Zhang, what's the matter with you, why are you standing up? Sit down and continue to eat ours, don't care about the others, I want to see, have a meal, is it still illegal." Ling Feng ignored the shopkeeper and said to the three of them.

Seeing that Ling Feng was not panicked at all, Zhu Yunlong had confidence in his heart, and pulled his sister Zhu Xuemei to sit down and continue eating.

The shopkeeper on the side was furious, and these hillbillies actually thought they were like air, and shouted at the moment: "Shop guard, blast these four hillbillies out for me."

The shopkeeper's words fell, and the four biao men, armed with black and purple wooden sticks, surrounded Ling Feng and them, shouting: "Hillbilly, get out of the Fishing King Tower, this is not the place where you should come, don't force us to be rude."

Ling Feng was still immersed in eating the things on the table, and the Zhu family brothers and sisters and Zhang Bo were already frightened, put down their chopsticks, and looked at Ling Feng.

Seeing that Ling Feng was still eating, the anger in his heart rose sharply, he pointed at Ling Feng and shouted, "Call me"

Seeing that Ling Feng was not panicked at all, with their previous experience, they felt that it was a ruthless mistake, and at the same time, the wooden sticks attacked the top of Ling Feng's head, back, and shoulders respectively.

Zhu Xuemei, who was next to her, saw the sticks in the hands of the four biao men, and hit Ling Feng at the same time, and also made a stick wind sound, and exclaimed: "Brother Ling Feng be careful."

Ling Feng swung his left hand into a fist, spun around the top of his head and back, knocked four wooden sticks away, put his left hand in his arms under the table, and at the same time, when he flew the four wooden sticks, he pinched the chopsticks in his right hand, pinched a crayfish, and threw it into the bowl in front of him.

Ling Feng's leisurely counterattack, Zhu Yunlong, who was watching, almost dropped his eyeballs, was stunned for a while, jumped up, and cheered: "Wow, Brother Ling Feng is so powerful, Brother Ling Feng is so powerful." After seeing this scene, he stood up in a panic before and was at a loss, but now he has confidence in his heart, sits down again, learns from Ling Feng, clips a crayfish, and slowly peels it up.

Zhu Xuemei was also shocked to cover her cute little mouth, after the shock, she also had an inexplicable sense of security in her heart, and when she saw her brother sit down, she also sat down and sandwiched a crayfish.

Uncle Zhang also sat down and sandwiched a crayfish. The person who was chanting poetry in the Fisherman Tower, talking about how the hillbilly didn't understand Sven, saw Ling Feng lightly beating the purple gold roller in the hand of the shop guard, and suddenly lost his voice.

Ling Feng had just dealt with the four biao men, it looked very easy, only he knew that he had used all his strength, with his previous fighting experience, and his left hand was red and swollen, obviously under the circumstances, he only knocked the wooden stick in the hands of the four people, and his left hand could only be placed in the arms under the table, not daring to show it.

You must know that Ling Feng's body, after many evolutions, all parts of the body are very tough, although now there is only the cultivation of the Martial Dao Triple Heaven, one punch out, it is enough to defeat the strength of the three realms, but I didn't expect to just knock the wooden stick in the hands of the four Biao Han, which shows that the strength of these four Biao Han is the strength of the Martial Dao Eight Heavens or above.

The shopkeeper next to him was also stunned, he didn't expect this hillbilly to defeat the four most powerful shopkeepers in the store with a casual wave of his hand, the strength of these four shopkeepers, he knew that in this fisherman's building, except for the brocade-clothed swordsman, no one else was the opponent of these four people, thinking that this hillbilly just waved his hand, the shopkeeper was shocked and didn't dare to speak anymore, standing there at a loss.

Ling Feng pretended to clip another crayfish, and when he saw that the crayfish on the plate were gone, he said: "Why is this crayfish so small, only two are gone, it seems that someone else's plate of crayfish is going to be two plates of our hillbillies, and Xiao Er will have another plate of crayfish."

The shopkeeper was still stunned, and when he heard Ling Feng's words, he hurriedly replied loudly: "Alas, Haolak, table three, another plate of crayfish", the shopkeeper hurriedly ran downstairs, he really didn't want to offend anymore now, Ling Feng, a hillbilly who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger.

The other people in the Fishing King Building did not have the previous discussion, they ate peacefully, and they didn't say anything cool, half an hour later, Ling Feng burped and shouted: "Xiao Er settles the bill", Xiao Er respectfully came to Ling Feng and them, and said in a low voice: "Objective, you have a total of six hundred and thirty taels, thirty taels to compensate you for disturbing you just now, just give six hundred taels."

When Zhu Xuemei heard six hundred taels, she was shocked by this number: "Why are there so many."

When the shopkeeper heard this, his heart tightened, for fear that Ling Feng and they would rely on their martial arts to repay the debt, so he hurriedly explained: "A few objective, our Yuwang Mansion is clearly marked with a price, and we definitely don't overcharge you, on the contrary, we really give you a discount", after speaking, he looked at Ling Feng nervously.

Ling Feng chuckled, looked at the shopkeeper and said, "What, I'm afraid we won't give money now?" weren't you quite magnificent just now, don't worry, although we are a few hillbillies, we will never eat for nothing and not give money."

Zhu Xuemei listened to Ling Feng's words, took out six gold ingots, and put them on the table, the shopkeeper hurriedly stepped forward to put them away, and as soon as she turned around, she was stopped by Ling Feng.

I only heard Ling Feng say, "Slow." The shopkeeper's heart tightened, and he was extremely remorseful and nervous, it seemed that if he offended these countrymen today, he really couldn't escape the revenge of the other party.

But then, Ling Feng's words made him breathe a sigh of relief, only to hear Ling Feng say: "Pack these on the table, and the rest for me, we will take them back." Shopkeeper Xiao Er breathed a sigh of relief, went down and took a few lotus leaves and oil paper, packed the rest, and handed them to Ling Feng and them.

Zhu Yunlong and his sister took the packed things together, and Uncle Zhang also took a bag, their actions made the other people in the Fishing King Mansion look at it, showing a face full of disdain, and the brocade-clothed swordsman finally couldn't help it, and said to Ling Feng and them: "A group of embarrassing things, the reputation of this Fishing King Building, have been tarnished for you."

As soon as Ling Feng entered this Fishing King Building, he noticed this brocade-clothed swordsman, in this Fisherman Tower, most of the powerful disciples have guards, Ling Feng can see through their cultivation, but this brocade-clothed swordsman, Ling Feng didn't see through, he humiliated Ling Feng and them many times before, Ling Feng didn't take it seriously, and now this brocade-clothed swordsman actually insulted them again, Ling Feng didn't care how high his cultivation was, he retorted: "I can't finish eating and pack it back to eat, which family is this, whose eyes are it now?" It's better than you who spend this god's money, a table full of big fish and meat, eat less than half of it, and throw it all away, some of these things take years or even decades to grow, and they are wasted by you, and some people can't eat these things for several years, I don't know, who is embarrassing."

As soon as Ling Feng entered the Fishing King Tower, the brocade-clothed swordsman saw that he was not pleasing to the eye, I don't know if it was Ling Feng's unique temperament, or some other reason, anyway, it was not pleasing to the eye, and he had long wanted to teach Ling Feng a lesson, but he never found an excuse, but he didn't expect Ling Feng to dare to take his words.

Immediately raised his voice and shouted: "Bold, a low-level villager within the jurisdiction of my Baiyun Sect also dares to reason with me, an inner disciple of the Baiyun Sect?

The brocade-clothed swordsman showed a white token, on which was engraved a white cloud, showing it to Ling Feng, then put away the token, pointed at Ling Feng and shouted again: "You have two paths today, one is: come and kneel in front of me and kowtow to admit your mistakes, accept the punishment of my Baiyun Sect, and then go to learn etiquette for transformation." The second is: crawl under my crotch, I don't care about what you just confronted me, and I also let you take the packed things away. ”

Ling Feng knew that it seemed that if he didn't give this guy from the White Cloud Sect a little color today, the other party thought that he was a soft persimmon, and said: "Then ask, will this sword agree", Ling Feng slapped the strip of cloth on the Rising Meteor Sword, and a sword groan hummed, spreading throughout the entire Fishing King Building, a silver giant sword, displayed in front of everyone.

The brocade-clothed swordsman was shocked by the light emitted by the rising meteor sword, but his cultivation was already the Yuan Sixth Heaven, how to see Ling Feng was a low-class villager who practiced martial arts and martial arts Triple Heaven, he firmly believed that he was not mistaken, as for the shock of this sword light, it was not to worry, after all, no matter how good the weapon is, it also depends on the strength of the master, in order to exert its power, a person of the Martial Dao Triple Heaven, no matter how powerful his weapon is, it is impossible to defeat him, the master of the Yuan Sixth Heaven.

The brocade-clothed swordsman sneered at the corner of his mouth, and was worried that he couldn't find an excuse to teach Ling Feng a lesson, but he didn't expect the other party to send his own face to him, and shouted: "You are a little cheap slave of my Baiyun Sect, I really don't know, where did you get the courage to dare to resist with your master and me", the brocade-clothed swordsman did not move the sword on his table, but just casually shot out a sword light made of vitality and shot towards Ling Feng.

In the face of the sword light formed by the Yuan Qi, Ling Feng did not dare to hold it up, gathered the true qi of his whole body, crossed his hands to meet this sword light, boom, Ling Feng flew upside down for more than a zhang, crashing into a few tables and chairs, in the eyes of outsiders, Ling Feng was immortal and had already shed his skin, and Ling Feng only felt that the strength on this sword light was very great, but there was no damage on his body, and he said forward: "It's not very good."

Jinyi Jian was very polite, and said again: "Hmph, the light of rice grains, I also want to compete with Haoyue, it seems that I won't give you some color, you don't know that the pot is made of iron"