After the disciples of the Hanging Gate stood still on the ground, they all glanced at the monks in the field with proud expressions. Yun Suifeng glanced at the makeshift tents around him, frowned undetectably, and walked towards the tallest building.

"Is he going to the town looking for an inn?"

"But the inns in the town are already full, so how can there be any place to stay?"

"You're stupid! We may have nowhere to live, but they're disciples of the Hanging Door!"

"It seems that the direction they are going in is Fushun Inn!"

"Isn't the Fushun Inn occupied by the people of the Spirit Beast Sect?"

"This Spirit Beast Sect is going to be unlucky!"

Watching the disciples of the Hanging Gate walk towards the Fushun Inn, everyone was talking. They followed not far behind, wanting to see what would happen next.

And at this moment, Ji Huichun, Wei Xiangshu, Liu Ruyan, Zheng Sanwai and others also saw the intention of Yun Suifeng and his party, and they were thoughtful one by one.

And Chi Yue, who was talking happily with the third prince Liu Meng, suddenly became gloomy after seeing the movements of Yun Suifeng and others.

"That inn should be inhabited by the people of the Spirit Beast Sect!, I don't know how they will deal with it next. Liu Meng looked out the window and whispered to Chi Yue. But after waiting for a long time, I didn't see Chi Yue answering, and turned his face in surprise, only to find that Chi Yue's face was not quite right, and he also felt a hidden killing intent from him.

"Brother Chi, are you alright?" Liu Meng patted Chi Yue on the shoulder.

"Brother Liu, Chi lost the compensation first!" After Chi Yue finished speaking, he turned around and left, leaving Liu Meng standing in place with a stunned face.

"Third brother, why did Brother Chi leave? It seems that he is still very angry!" Liu Congshan walked to the window, looked at the back of Chi Yue leaving on the street, and wondered.

Liu Meng frowned and thought for a while, and said lightly: "Perhaps, he should have been angry!"

While speaking, Yun Suifeng and his party had already arrived in front of the inn.

"Shopkeeper, we want to stay in a hotel!" a young male disciple from the Blood Refining Realm shouted at the shopkeeper at the door.

The shopkeeper's face changed, and he was embarrassed: "It is really an honor for the small shop to be able to afford the small shop and to come and stay here, but there are no rooms in the store now......!"

"There's no room left, it's not easy!, let the people inside get out of here!," said the young man with an arrogant expression.

"Smack!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as his words fell, he only heard a crisp sound, and his body flew backwards inexplicably, and in mid-air, a mouthful of blood had spurted out of Lao Gao, and there were a few teeth in it. When it landed, half of the face clamp was already bulging high.

Yun Suifeng saw everything in his eyes, but he didn't intervene, but his brows were already slightly furrowed.

"Who? who would dare to hit me?" the young man stood up in embarrassment, clasping his swollen cheeks with his hands, and roaring in his mouth, looking for someone to attack him in the crowd.

All the monks who were targeted by him involuntarily took a step back. Although this young man's cultivation is not high, only in the late stage of the Blood Refining Realm, his identity is a disciple of the Hanging Sect, and now there is a famous figure standing behind him, and no one will look for bad luck.

While everyone retreated, their eyes drifted to the black-clothed young man, intentionally or unintentionally. I secretly admired his courage in my heart, and I dared to slap the disciple of the Hanging Sect in front of everyone, and I didn't know how the young man in white would react.

When the young man who was fanned away saw his eyes fall on a young man in black, the young man did not retreat like those people before, but stared at him with a gloomy face. The young man immediately understood in his heart that this young man in black was the one who did it to himself.

"How dare you beat me, I want you to die!" the young man rushed towards the black-clothed young man like a frenzy.

I don't know that he goes fast and comes back faster. Just as his hand was about to touch the man in black's clothes, the man in black raised his leg and kicked him in the lower abdomen. The young man screamed in pain, crossed an arc in the air, and fell to the ground fiercely, rolling his eyes and fainting on the spot.

The disciples of the Hanging Gate immediately came out to check the young man's injuries.

"Who is Your Excellency, who is to be so cruel to my junior brother, do you want to sincerely insult me and hang the door?" a male disciple stood up and said in a fierce voice.

"Joke! My family has already stayed in this inn, you guys are lucky, you just arrived here, you want to drive people away, do you want to deliberately humiliate my family?" the man in black said coldly.

"What is your lordship? How can it be compared to my hanging door! If you know each other, let your lord come out quickly, kowtow to each of us three times, and then cut off your arm, and then obediently withdraw from the inn. Otherwise, we will treat you as rebels and destroy you!" the man said coldly.

"Hiss~" The people around heard the man's words, and they all gasped. What a vicious method! What an arrogant tone!

"Haha! Joke! Are you the master of this continent when you hang the door? Even if you are the master, then you must be reasonable, and you can't do anything wrong! Otherwise, you won't be far from destroying the door!" The young man in black sneered.

"Bold fanatic, let me see how many pounds and taels you have, and you actually speak disrespectfully to me!" the man said, and his hand was already attacking the black-clothed young man.

It's just that when he was only three feet away from the black-clothed young man, his figure froze in place, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

At this time, a terrifying qi machine had locked him, and as long as he took one step further, he would be hit by the fatal blow of the qi engine's owner.

"What's going on? Why didn't he move?" the crowd wondered.

Yun raised his eyebrows with the wind, then his eyes shrank, and he looked at the door of the inn with a serious face. At some point, a purple-robed figure appeared there.

"Who is Your Excellency?" asked Yun Suifeng.

"You're all going to kick me out of the inn, and you don't even know who I am?

"Fang is my junior disciples are reckless!" Yun Suifeng said lightly.

As soon as he said this, the face of the Hanging Sect disciple standing behind him changed, and he looked at the purple-robed man with some incredulity. They couldn't believe that the senior brother, who had always been strong, would actually say soft words in front of this person, could it be that this person's cultivation should be treated with caution even by the senior brother? As soon as this thought appeared, everyone looked at the door vigilantly.

"However, Yun still hopes that you can give up the inn. Yun Suifeng stared at the purple-robed man with an indifferent expression.

"Hehe, what if I don't want to?" said the purple-robed man with a smile. It's just that anyone can see the unyielding behind his smile.

"Since that's the case, let's talk about it after a battle!" Yun Suifeng's voice suddenly became cold. Everyone only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and the figure of Yun Suifeng had disappeared in place, and they hurriedly looked at the door of the inn, where there was no trace of the purple-robed man.

"Where have they come and gone? Didn't they say there was going to be a fight? Why are they gone?"

"Click!"

A slight sound came from the roof of the inn, and then two figures stood opposite each other, standing on the cornices of the roof.

"The chief disciple of the Hanging Sect really lives up to his reputation!" said the purple-robed man with an indifferent smile on his face.

Between the lightning and flint, the two have already exchanged more than a dozen moves, and now the victory and defeat have been divided. The purple-robed man was in good condition, on the other hand, the clouds followed the wind, and there was a palm-sized gap on the white clothes.

"Agreed!" the purple-robed man smiled slightly, and said a little lightly.

"I've made a note of today's events! I'll ask for advice another day!" Yun followed the wind's figure and reappeared downstairs, without saying a word, heading out of town. Seeing this, the disciple of the hanging door hurriedly picked up the injured and unconscious disciple and left after him.

The purple-robed man jumped forward, and his body fluttered beside the man in black. said coldly: "Act recklessly, don't make an example!"

In the inn, the purple-robed man entered the room, and a woman in a strong suit stepped forward.

"First seat!"

The purple-robed man stopped her words, sat cross-legged on the bed, and breathed his breath. Shaoqing, his face suddenly flushed, and a red blood stain flowed down the corner of his mouth.

"First seat!" the woman exclaimed, and hurriedly stepped forward, pulling out a scarf to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"It's okay!" the purple-robed man said in a deep voice. "It's worthy of being a genius on the first day of the Hanging Gate, even if I'm about to break through the Qi Refining Realm, I'm still suffering a dark loss!"

"First seat, are you going to break through?" the woman said in surprise.

"It should be soon, I already feel the bottleneck of the breakthrough. The man said slowly. "Jing Li, help me make a potion!"

"Yes!" the woman looked overjoyed and took the order.

She has no reason to be unhappy, whenever the first seat feels a bottleneck, as long as she concocts a potion according to the secret recipe of the first seat, she can help the first seat break through the bottleneck and enter a new realm in a very short time. As long as the thought of the first one was about to set foot in a legendary realm, Jing Li was full of joy.