On the second floor of the natural residence, the nameless and others were still resting and drinking tea, not knowing that in the sky above the inn, there were two figures condescendingly looking at this 'natural residence'.

Although they didn't find out, Xiongba already knew it in their hearts.

After all, although he is called Li Qing's servant, it was Jiang Fei who really made him corpse and become a zombie.

Therefore, there is a deep connection between him and Jiang Fei.

It was also by virtue of this connection that Xiongba already knew in his heart who was coming before Jiang Fei arrived at this Heavenly Shade City.

Therefore, at this moment, Xiongba's face unconsciously hung an unfathomable smile, and he looked at the "god" next to him coldly.

At this time, the immortal god sitting next to him was talking loudly, and in addition to being a little polite to Nameless, his words were full of deep disdain when he spoke to others.

Including the famous Sword Saint and the Hero, they can't get half of his politeness.

......

"Xiongba, how long do you have to make this god wait? Could it be that you are ready to retire in this natural center?"

This was the second time that the Immortal God had urged the Tyrant, so by the time he finished saying this, a layer of frost had already formed on the god's human skin mask. In addition, the eyes he looked at Xiongba were also full of undisguised killing intent.

Then, without waiting for Xiongba to respond, he said in a cold voice: "Although this god Shouyuan is endless, I don't want to waste it on you ants!"

The peerless masters of the previous era sitting at the table next to them, after hearing these words of God, their faces were all blue and red, and their eyes were about to burst into flames, but none of them dared to scold God to their faces, and they all dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, so they could only hold the cup with their green hands and pour tea into their stomachs cup after cup, as if they wanted to borrow tea to extinguish the anger in their hearts.

And when they drank five cups in a row and drank all the water in the teapot again, the Tsing Yi guest with a green veil covering his face and a hat on his head suddenly raised his hand and slapped the table vigorously.

At that moment, I only heard a crisp sound of "bang", and suddenly a charred black palm print appeared on the wooden table, as if it had been baked by the fire.

Looking at the palm print into the wood, the lines in the palm are clearly visible.

This is the Huoyun Divine Palm that Tsing Yi Ke was rampant in the world back then, and no one was invincible!

When he slapped his palm on the table, the guest in Tsing Yi suddenly snorted coldly: "What about people?

Although it was just a simple sentence, he was full of anger and killing intent, and his voice was like thunder, which frightened the restaurant.

The next moment, an apologetic voice came from downstairs.

"Coming, coming, coming......."

With this sound, the sound of thumping up the stairs reached everyone's ears.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a middle-aged man with a rich face walking briskly to the second floor, looking around the entire upstairs with a kind smile.

When he saw the table of the Tsing Yi guest, the shopkeeper's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he walked straight to the table of the "god" without any change in his face, and said with a smile: "Little Lao'er is the shopkeeper of this natural residence, I don't know what the guests command?"

Bang--

Without waiting for the "god" to speak, the Tsing Yi guest on the side slammed the table, stood up, looked at the shopkeeper through the green yarn, and shouted angrily: "It's really a thing that doesn't have long eyes, don't you see that there is no tea in the uncle's cup?"

When the shopkeeper heard this, he turned around, bent down at the Tsing Yi guest with a "panicked" face, and arched his hand: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know that this uncle is the head of these guests." ”

The moment he finished saying this, the "god" beside him suddenly snorted coldly.

The shopkeeper didn't seem to hear this cold snort, and smiled at the guest in Tsing Yi: "I don't know what tea this guest wants to drink?

When the Tsing Yi guest heard this, his face eased with anger, and he said: "The old man is neither a "god" nor an "immortal", he is just an ordinary person, and he will give ...... whatever tea is served to others."

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard the voice of "God" faintly sound.

"Shopkeeper, the tea he wants to drink is the blood tea, I wonder if you have it here?"

When the Tsing Yi guest heard this, his brows jumped suddenly, and he turned his head to look at God at the moment.

But seeing the shopkeeper's brows, he asked, "Blood tea, I don't know what kind of tea this blood tea is?"

Shen sneered, turned his head to look at the Tsing Yi guest, and met the eyes of the Tsing Yi guest looking at him.

In the greatly changed look of the Tsing Yi guest, the god sneered: "This blood tea is from the one who was rampant in the world fifty years ago and is known as the invincible Tsing Yi guest...... It's made of blood!"

As soon as his words fell, Mr. Leng Mian, who was dressed as a scholar next to the Tsing Yi guest, hurriedly raised his hand and pulled the sleeve of the Tsing Yi guest, and whispered: "Sit down quickly, didn't you listen to what the male tyrant said, this person who is even afraid of the mysterious twelve frightened characters, don't throw away your life in vain for the sake of a momentary anger!"

When he pulled it for the first time, the Tsing Yi guest was still indifferent, and it was not until he pulled it for the second time that the Tsing Yi guest sat down.

As soon as the guest in Tsing Yi sat down, Mr. Leng Mian hurriedly bowed his hand to God and said with a smile: "Seniors atone, we are all invited by the male gang master, and we can be regarded as our own people, why should we be angry about the verbal dispute!"

As soon as the words fell, he touched the Tsing Yi guest with his elbow and said in a low voice: "Hurry up and make amends to your seniors, this matter is over!"

After hearing Mr. Leng Mian's words, the Tsing Yi guest moved in his heart and said secretly: "It's better for the old man to listen to this cold noodle gentleman for the time being, and first make amends to this bullshit "god", with the character of this bastard, he will definitely say crazy words later, this place is the territory of the male tyrant, and with the character of the male tyrant, he will definitely fight with this bastard!

As soon as he thought of this, he immediately stood up, bowed down to the "god" who was about to speak, and said apologetically: "I still hope to my predecessor Haihan, for the sake of the face of the male gang leader, forgive me next time!"

When he said this, he also secretly thought to himself: "With the character of this bastard, after listening to the old man's words, he will definitely find trouble with that hero!"

Sure enough, as he thought, as soon as his words fell, he saw that the god sneered and said, "Xiongba? What kind of thing is he? When this god was powerful in the world, he was just a little deflated!"

Bang--

As soon as the three words "Xiao Qi San" fell, Xiongba stood up with a blue face, and said coldly: "The old man sees that you are old, and he has never wanted to deal with you, and respects you as a senior, but don't think that the old man can't kill you! If the Lord hadn't ordered the old man to invite you to come, your myth of immortality would have been ended by the old man three days ago!"

"Humph!"

Seeing Xiongba standing up in anger, the immortal god suddenly sneered and said, "Ordinary people beat dogs to see their masters, but this god is not very human!"

After saying this, he turned his head to the shopkeeper who was still standing beside him and ordered: "Shopkeeper, you go and make a cup of tea for this god!"

After the words fell, he turned his head to look at Xiongba, and said in a cold voice: "It's just a dog, even if this god kills you, presumably your lord will not dare to be the slightest bit dissatisfied! If it weren't for the fact that the god saw the nameless and wanted to see your lord, even if your lord knelt down from three thousand miles away to ask the god, the god might not agree to see him!"