Wang Fan put away the firewood knife, Xiao Erhe and the strong men he brought were all ordinary people, and they were a little stronger than ordinary people. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Martial artists, it can be felt very clearly at close range, and of course it can only be judged between martial artists.

However, if the realm of the two martial artists is too different, the martial artists of the lower realm cannot see the realm of the martial artists of the higher realm, and they can only be roughly judged through the battle, but once the fight starts, the martial artists of the lower realm will die of death.

Xiao Er's eyes are not high, or Wang Fan is too tattered, Xiao Er doesn't take him seriously at all, so much so that he forgets that there is a martial artist guarding outside the door, and it is impossible for an ordinary person to break through the martial artist's barrier to enter.

He just wants to get rid of the tattered Wang Fan now.

Most of the drunken immortals are rich ordinary people, so they don't know what the situation is, but they are coaxing.

As for the martial artists guarding the door, they don't dare to enter the door now, he is afraid of Wang Fan's firewood knife, of course, it is mainly Wang Fan's realm.

Guarding the door, many warriors disdain it, but the warriors who have become gatekeepers are not very strong, and the tall warriors do not have the courage to test Wang Fan's strength.

Because what he got in the Soul Hall was the worst martial arts, and he cultivated to the fourth order of the tempered body, but Wang Fan had the fifth order of the tempered body, even if he got the worst, the tall martial artist could not win.

He didn't even have the courage to look inside at the moment, because he put Wang Fan in, and the boss was determined to fire him, hesitated for a while, and simply left......

Wang Fan clenched his fists and waited for the strong men to pounce, ordinary people, one punch was enough to solve it.

The strong men twisted their fists, crooked their necks, and pounced.

Wang Fan swept over with a punch.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

With the sound of several fists hitting the flesh, all six strong men flew up.

"Bang!"

Some were smashed on the table, some were smashed on the floor, and some were smashed on the counter. In short, all six of them fell heavily to the ground, making a series of sounds.

Next, naturally, there were all kinds of screams from the strong men.

Wang Fan didn't look at them, his eyes full of anger stared directly at Xiao Er.

Xiao Er's expression was wonderful at the moment, and he seemed to maintain the arrogant appearance just now, but his legs were shaking unconsciously, and he was very scared.

"Bang bang. ”

The sound of liquid flowing out, Xiao Er didn't dare to look below, he only felt that the trouser legs were very wet, and they seemed to be a little warm.

Scared to pee.

It took him a long time before he squeezed out two words tremblingly from between his teeth.

"Warrior ......"

He really didn't expect that a person dressed in tatters was a martial artist, although some martial artists had this habit, but most of the people he came into contact with were decently dressed, where was it like Wang Fan, and there were several scars and holes in the clothes on his body.

He wanted to cry, but he couldn't, wetting his pants was already a shameful thing, and if he cried again, then where would his face go.

To say that he is a junior in Zuixianlou, but he still has a lot of power, and recently became the manager of the junior second, but because he has been a junior for a long time, even if he is the second junior manager, he is still a junior second in the end.

However, he is also a general manager no matter what he says, and now he can't cry in public.

However, when he saw Wang Fan's angry eyes staring at him, his legs were weak, and he fell to the ground with a pop.

"The little one has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and he doesn't know that the uncle is a martial artist, I'm wrong, I'm wrong. ”

Xiao Er said, stretched out his hand, and slapped himself vigorously.

The people who were still taunting or discussing just now were stunned, staring at Wang Fan one by one, and then at Xiao Er.

To be honest, since the moment the six strong men flew up, they were already confused.

"Warrior, he's a warrior!"

"Damn, why is the warrior dressed so in tatters. ”

"Whisper, you are heard, and you have good fruit to eat. ”

"Why are the warriors dressed in such tatters?"

"Hmph, it is estimated that he was born in a poor household and became a martial artist, so he went to the drunken immortal building to spread the wilderness. ”

"It's the same as the nouveau riche. ”

"A sour ......"

"Who are you talking about?"

"Say you!"

"I'll kill you!"

"Hey, don't fight this time, let's drink. ”

Everyone said in unison: "Drink your ball!"

Wang Fan didn't care about the eyes and discussions of the people around him, he came to save the drunk, and now it is very necessary to figure out the situation of the drunk, and the Xiao Er in front of him is a good choice, he admits that his eyes are a little angry, but it is not so terrible, Xiao Er was directly scared to pee, and knelt down for him, and also slapped his own ear scraper, which made him stunned for a while.

"Ahem! "Wang Fan doesn't like to be condescending.

As soon as Xiao Er heard it, where did he dare to stand up, his hand fan was more diligent, the sound of crackling, every slap was really real, and he kept saying in his mouth: "Uncle spare your life, I don't want to stand up." ”

He was probably afraid that Wang Fan would knock him away the moment he stood up, after all, he had never encountered this kind of thing, there was a martial artist before, who asked him to stand up, but the backhand was a slap, and he said in his mouth: "Temo who made you stand up." ”

He wants to cry without tears, so when dealing with martial artists, he has to grovel, otherwise he will lose his life if he doesn't do it, he can remember the last time clearly, at that time he deeply felt what is called pain, what is called walking in the palace of Hades.

Even if they kill him, he will not get up, but he will kneel.

Wang Fan was almost about to slap his thighs and run away, he had never seen such a person, and he didn't stand up if he was told to stand up.

"You'd better get up for me, otherwise don't blame my subordinates for being merciless and killing you directly!"

Wang Fan shouted angrily, his patience was limited, and it had almost been worn out now.

Xiao Er didn't dare to stand up even more, he directly lowered his body prostrately, his face was on the ground, and he kept muttering: "I just don't get up, I won't get up if I am killed." ”

Wang Fan felt a cloud of hot air erupt from his ears, and his head was very hot, he knew that he was angry.

"If you don't get up, I'll lift you up. ”

As he spoke, he directly stretched out a hand, grabbed Xiao Er's clothes, and really lifted him up.

Xiao Er cried in fright this time, tears flowed like a faucet, there was an uproar, face or something, he had lost it the moment he knelt down, he didn't care, face was not important.

"Uncle, if you read that I have a small one, ahhhh ”

Wang Fan glared at Xiao Er fiercely and said, "You shut up for me, if you are long-winded, don't blame me for really doing it." ”

Xiao Er saw that Wang Fan seemed to be about to move seriously, so he hurriedly closed his mouth.

This time Lin Tian also came up, he was a martial artist, and Wang Fan was out of the limelight now, so he also wanted to be in the limelight......

The people in Drunken Immortal Building, who no longer drink, are all staring at Wang Fan's side, and it has been a few minutes, and the boss still hasn't come out, which makes them a little chilled.

Now, Lin Tian wanted to be in the limelight, looking at the stunned drinkers, his eyes swept over, and many people avoided him, but there was one person who was drinking there all the time and ignored him.

That's him.

He strode forward, many people avoided it very consciously, Lin Tian was dressed decently, of course, this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is the clothes he was wearing, although two words were written on it that were the same size as potatoes, but they were daunting.

Martial Arts!

Warrior!

The two are closely linked.

It's another warrior, it's terrible.

Those who stand far away are still talking.

"Hasn't the Drunken Immortal Mansion invited a lot of martial artists recently? ”

"It is estimated that it is a drunken immortal building bluffing, let's drink. ”

"Drink, drink, drink, just drink! Your wife called you home for dinner!"