As soon as these people sat down, they were talking endlessly, and their voices were very loud, and there was no one in their eyes.

They still speak Tatar mixed with Central Plains, and Ulala's is fast, Tatar for a while, and Central Plains for a while, so that people can't hear where they are from.

The key is their accent, after listening to it for a while, Feng Yishan was stunned and didn't know where they were from, this is a big problem.

You must know that if a person does not deliberately cover up his accent since he was a child, then no matter where he goes when he grows up, no matter how many languages he learns, the innate accent problem will accompany him, and as long as he speaks, there must be a time when it will be exposed.

And now, dozens of people are talking endlessly, but Feng Yishan is stunned and can't hear their accents.

Feng Yishan first looked at the old dragon, and the old dragon nodded.

Feng Yishan looked at Ye Chengkong again, Ye Chengkong shook his head and pointed to the Qing Gang and Jinyiwei.

Feng Yishan looked at Wuji Zhenren and Master Fayuan again, okay, these two didn't care at all, he didn't know what they were looking at!

Helplessly, Feng Yishan followed Ye Chengkong's guidance and looked over, and saw that the young men of the Green Gang were also whispering.

Suddenly, a young gang horse boy stood up with a bowl of wine, this action, this scene, immediately made him the brightest point in the audience, the four tables of people almost turned their heads to look at him, and even the chatter stopped.

Feng Yishan obviously saw his Adam's apple fluttering, and the hand holding the bowl was still very steady.

This guy may have been a little drunk, and he walked away a little shaky, stepped in front of a table in a few steps, and slapped the table with a "snap", "Which dock are the brothers, your mother didn't teach you not to make noise when you go out, and the noise is quiet to the uncle, you know no." ”

The man at the table was stunned for a moment, then laughed, annoyed the guy, and smashed the bowl.

The sound of drawing swords sounded, but it was the men at the table who all drew their swords.

The Qinggang Ma Tsai also drew their swords, but they were still steady at their table and did not move.

The strange thing is that the men at the other three tables are all just watching, and none of them have the intention of drawing their swords, which makes Feng Yishan completely confused.

The guy had two swords around his neck, and the owner of the sword sat on a stool, holding a sword in one hand and a teacup in the other, ignoring the Qinggang Ma Tsai, who also had a few people at the table.

"A little boy of the Green Gang, when will it be your turn to be presumptuous. ”

This guy was almost so frightened that he peed his pants, and his legs and stomach began to tremble, and then he realized that this was really pushing him out to die.

Among the Green Gang members over there, a middle-aged looking guy said disdainfully, "Knowing that we are the people of the Green Gang, we dare to speak out, be careful that you can't eat today." ”

The man snorted, "Then I'm going to eat before I leave." ”

Hera slashed her sword, and the man didn't hesitate for a moment, the long sword slashed across the guy's neck, and the guy immediately ran back with his neck covered. He could only scream oh oh oh oh in his mouth, but no one paid attention to him.

Feng Yishan looked at the blood that flowed from the fingers between his neck, and knew that he was going to die.

That man didn't look at the easy sword, in fact, he had already cut off his throat, trachea, esophagus and blood vessels, and under such conditions, it was difficult for the gods to save him.

The faces of the young men over there were cold and ruthless, but they also knew that this guy was not saved, and no one stretched out a hand.