Although the passers-by on the street were mainly civilians, they were basically ordinary people who had not even been able to draw qi into the body, and there were few monks, but it did not prevent them from feeling the strong aura exuded by this black-haired young man.

Seeing that the black-haired young man was about to pass by him, passers-by avoided the sides of the street one by one.

After the evasion, these people all stopped curiously, stood in place, and kept looking at the black-haired young man with their eyes up and down, left and right.

Although the outfit on this black-haired young man was uncommon, the people of Jingshi had also seen a little bit of the world, and they recognized it as a strong costume that only monks would wear. Even if ordinary people want to pretend to be a monk even if they die, they may not be able to afford this kind of special clothing that can only be purchased by spending spirit stones.

Every step of the black-haired young man was very steady and imposing, quite a kind of strong momentum of walking like a dragon and a tiger, and treating thousands of troops and horses as nothing on the battlefield. It is this momentum that makes his body, front and back, left and right, completely become a vacuum area where no one exists.

Such a young, but with such an imposing character, even among the Jingshi, is absolutely rare.

For a while, the discussion of who this young man was was spread one after another among the crowds on both sides of the street.

As the young man's footsteps progressed, gradually, the eyes of those who had become farther away finally broke away from his momentum. After this separation, they saw that in the middle of the road in the direction of the young man, there was a young man in brocade clothes standing in the local area.

Just looking at the brocade on this young man's body, you don't have to think about it to know that this person must be the queen of a certain noble in this Beijing division.

However, seeing that he was in the middle of the road in the direction of the black-haired young man's advance, everyone still unconsciously sweated for him.

These two young people are obviously not ordinary characters.

It's just that at this moment, the two are too different in momentum-

This young man in brocade clothes obviously can't be compared with this black-haired young man, but maybe it's out of arrogance about his own background, so he is unwilling to automatically make way for this black-haired young man like others; maybe the two know each other; more likely, these two not only know each other, but also have some contradictions, so this brocade-clothed young man saw this black-haired young man coming, so he deliberately stood in the middle of this street.

It's just that in this way, if there is a conflict between the two, this young man in brocade will definitely suffer a big loss.

Just when everyone was speculating, the black-haired young man suddenly stopped.

At this time, there was still a distance of twenty or thirty steps between the two.

"Meng Siao?" The black-haired young man looked at Meng Wushao, who couldn't stand, frowned with disdain, and asked.

His voice was not deliberately suppressed, nor did he use any means of "transmitting sound into secrets", so the people who stopped nearby and planned to be onlookers also heard these three words clearly and clearly.

Suddenly, there was a lot of discussion, and in an instant, it turned into an uproar.

Meng Siao!

Among the Beijing masters, there is only one person who dares to call this name-

The fifth young master of the Protector's Mansion, the number one loser among the younger generation of the Jingshi in the past, and now the backer, has brought a young hero to Dali that is comparable to the Red Gold Invincible Demon Beast Cavalry Army!

"It turned out to be Meng Wushao -- no, it was Meng Xiaohou Ye! No wonder as soon as I saw him, I felt that he was not a mortal! Look at his immobile calmness, tsk, it is indeed the tiger grandson taught by the old marshal! I am far away from the talent of the future general!" A passer-by dressed as a young man said to his companion beside him.

"I'm missing you!" the merchant who looked like his boss among his companions pursed his lips disdainfully, and unceremoniously dismantled him, "I don't know which guy said it just now-'This kid looks like a hanger, and he must be a gentleman of some family, and he dares to block people's roads on the street, I think he is looking for death.'" ’”

The guy blushed suddenly, and he didn't care that this businessman was his boss, so he directly sneered at him: "You are not the same, the first person who agreed with this just now seems to be the owner, right?"

"Yo he! You know that I am your boss, and you dare to talk back to me? You don't want the bonus of this trip, do you!" The merchant also blushed, quickly glanced left and right, and found that no one was looking at him, so he breathed a sigh of relief, glared at the guy and said, "From now on, talk back to me again, and deduct your bonus money with a word, I see that you have a few bonus money to make you talk back!"

The man immediately turned around angrily, lowered his head and greeted the eighteenth generation of the proprietor's ancestor from beginning to end in a muffled voice.

"You kid, you're turning around and scolding me!" the merchant raised his hand and gave him a "burst".

"Why, don't lie to me!" the guy rubbed his head and turned around.

"Then what are you talking about just a lot of muttering?" Shang Jia stared at the change in expression on his face with a suspicious gaze.

This guy is obviously also an old fritter, and he replied without changing his face and heartbeat: "I'm just saying - this young man in monk's clothes, if he dares to make a move with Meng Xiaohou, he is afraid that he will be beaten all over the ground to find his teeth on the spot!"

"That's right!" The merchant nodded suddenly, not noticing that the topic had been diverted, he looked at the two people not far away with excitement, and said in his mouth, "This little marquis Meng has been a thousand miles a day since the prodigal son turned back! Then, in a one-on-one heads-up, he defeated the Shentu Pojun, who ranked fourth among the 'Five Masters of the Young Generation'! I also heard a fellow who was on duty in the city guard say that even the chief disciple of the outer gate of the Taiyi Sect had let Meng Xiaohou Ye split it in half with a knife!"

"Is it such an exaggeration?, the chief disciple of the outer sect of the Taiyi Sect, was split in half by Meng Xiaohou Ye with a knife?!" The guy's eyes suddenly widened, and his face was incredulous and incredulous.

"Nonsense! What my fellow on duty in the city guard said shouldn't be false!" said the merchant Jia, as if to affirm his words, he nodded his head several times, "Well, it must not be fake!"

"Then this guy is probably going to be unlucky in a while!" The guy looked at the back of the black-haired young man and said with a gloating expression, "Although I don't know why Meng Xiaohou Ye is blocking his way, but Meng Xiaohou must have his reasons for doing things." If this guy gets to know each other a little later, maybe it's okay, but if he doesn't know each other, then Meng Xiaohou will teach him this principle of being a man in minutes!"