Zhou Chun held a fragrant wood tray in each hand, which was filled with dishes and drinks.

He was very thin and a little sickly pale, shuttling around the seated guests, accompanied by smiling faces, and placing plates of dishes on the table.

From a pampered aristocratic son to a young servant in Tsing Yi who works in a green building, if ordinary people have experienced such ups and downs, I am afraid that they will not be able to think of suicide for a long time.

But He Yi didn't see any gains and losses from Zhou Chun's face, and some were just busy and fulfilling in life.

In the process of delivering wine and serving food, a person next to Zhou Chun suddenly stood up, as if he wanted to toast with the person opposite.

Because of this, Zhou Chun's body was hit by that person, his body shook involuntarily, and the tray in his hand tilted immediately.

Then a plate of dishes from the tray slipped down and fell on a male monk sitting next to him, and it was wet and greasy.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" Zhou Chun was startled, a flash of fear flashed on his face, he apologized repeatedly, and hurriedly took a clean rag and said to the man: "I'll wipe it clean for you." ”

"Bastard! stained the master's clothes, can you afford to pay for it!"

The monk's gaze suddenly became sharp, he squeezed Zhou Chun's outstretched hand suddenly, and then twisted it hard, and then heard a crisp sound of "click", which directly twisted Zhou Chun's wrist and changed its shape.

Zhou Chun screamed, clutched his arms and fell to the ground in pain, cold sweat dripping down in large pieces.

"A dog thing that doesn't have long eyes!" The man shook the residue and water stains on his body, his face was full of disgust, and he twisted Zhou Chun's wrist, but he didn't feel the hatred, so he raised his foot and kicked over.

Seeing this, He Yi frowned. Seeing that the man was going to continue to move on Zhou Chun, he hurriedly ran over, put a foot on the man's ankle, and kicked his half-stretched foot to the side.

"I've apologized, I've been punished, why are you so unforgiving?" He Yihu said in front of Zhou Chun, staring at the person in front of him.

"What, do you want to stand up for him?" The man's gaze immediately fell on He Yi, looked He Yi up and down with interest, and then pointed to Zhou Chun on the ground, and said, "For a subordinate?"

The man couldn't figure out He Yi's identity and background, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

In today's Huyang City, all families gather, it can be described as turbulent, if you have a bad relationship with another family because of just one subordinate, it is really not worth it.

So what he said was reminding himself, and he was also asking He Yi whether he wanted to go against him because of a subordinate, and whether he should consider the consequences of doing so.

The conflict that had occurred here had already affected the surrounding guests, and in an instant the laughter stopped, the music gradually died out, and everyone's eyes were focused on this place.

The hall suddenly became silent.

"That should be Zhao Sheng, the third son of the Zhao family, right? That is a well-known stubborn disciple in Huyang City, and his means are very powerful. ”

"Who is the one who made the move? The body method is sensitive, but why can't I see the fluctuation of spiritual power?"

"I don't know, maybe it's some secret method to hide the cultivation. Dare to provoke the Zhao family in this Huyang City, it shouldn't be possible to be an idle person?"

"Judging by his extraordinary appearance, he may also be the son and young master of a certain family, right? However, the strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, and the Zhao family has been in this Huyang City for many years, so I am afraid that it is not so easy to provoke. ”

“......”

After a moment of silence, the hall began to become noisy, and everyone sitting around began to discuss, and they also became extremely curious about He Yi's identity.

Although some people speculate, no one takes it seriously, anyway, it's a good show, don't watch it in vain.

"The Zhao family, this person is also the Zhao family?" He Yi listened to the words of the onlookers, and then glanced at the Zhao family at the other table.

is also a child of the Zhao family, not to mention sitting at the separate table, but both sides still look at each other coldly, and they seem to have a lot of grudges.

This is very strange.

"I advise you to hand over this subordinate obediently, I can act as if nothing happened to me!" Zhao Sheng, the third son of the Zhao family, originally did not have much hostility towards He Yi, after all, in this situation of not knowing the roots, no one wanted to provoke an unknown enemy for no reason.

He was just soiled by a subordinate in front of so many people, and he wanted to punish him as a sign of majesty.

But why don't you eat this set.

Not for anything else, just to repay the kindness of the Zhou family, he has to protect Zhou Chun today no matter what.

Even if it is beyond the scope of his plan, he will not hesitate to make enemies with the Zhao family in advance!

He Yi glanced at the man coldly, and helped Zhou Chun up first, and then said to Zhao Sheng: "What a subordinate, then what kind of thing are you? If you really have the ability, how can you follow the orders of the Qi Cultivation Sect?"

The meaning of his words is also obvious, that is, he is telling the other party: You are just a subordinate who runs errands for others!

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Sheng's eyes showed obvious anger.

Not only Zhao Sheng, but also the Zhao family sitting at the other table also had a changed face.

Although they are known as Xiuzhen, they are just families, and they are very different from the real immortal sect.

Although in the eyes of secular people, the Xiuzhen family is high, but in fact, their status is in the middle and lower echelons of the Xiuzhen family. Its status is only a little higher than that of loose cultivation.

To put it mildly, it is just a puppet raised by the immortal sect in the world, whether it is the practice of cultivation or the magic weapon used, it is more than several times different from the real immortal gate.

This point has always been a pain point for the Xiuzhen family.

And He Yi's words just poked at the other party's sore spot.

"Then you are deliberately looking for fault, looking for death!" Zhao Sheng said with a gloomy face.

Several of the attendants standing behind him also showed their weapons at the same time, glaring at He Yi angrily.

With so many foreign families around, they can't lose face no matter what!

"Who dares to be rude to my husband!" Jia Shao, who was eating and drinking nonsense behind, saw He Yi being surrounded, hurriedly threw down the dishes and chopsticks and rushed to He Yi, rubbed the ground and pulled out his sword.

The broken characters on the blade of the sword lit up with golden rays, faintly with an explosive power that was about to come out.

The broken characters on this saber were engraved by He Yi himself, and what was infiltrated on it was also He Yi's will, although it was held by Jia Shao, but it could also exert the power of breaking characters.

Enough to compete with ordinary magic weapons!

"Find faults? So what? Others are afraid of your Zhao family, but I'm not afraid!" He Yi snorted, but Ling Ran was not afraid, and took the long whip that had just been successfully researched yesterday in his hand.

He gave the whip a very special name: the Thousand Illusion Whip.

He Yi went out this time and did not bring out the Demon Slaying Sword.

Because of the special texture of the Demon Slaying Sword, if you wear it all the time, it is indeed very eye-catching, and it is easy to be coveted by others and cause trouble to the upper body, so if it is not necessary, He Yi will not use the Demon Slaying Sword at will.

However, even if he only has a Thousand Illusion Whip in his hand, He Yi is confident enough to defeat the other party!

"Very good, since you are looking for death, then you can't complain about me!"

The so-called words are not speculative for more than half a sentence, in this Huyang City, in the territory of his Zhao family, Zhao Sheng has never been afraid of anyone.

Crash!

In a fit of rage, Zhao Sheng lifted the table in front of him and smashed it at He Yi.

Then, while the flying dining table blocked He Yi's vision, Zhao Sheng waved his sleeve robe, sprinkling red stone mud and sand shining with stars all over the sky, forming several thorn stones with sharp edges and corners, following the trajectory of the dining table and attacking in the direction of He Yi!

"Xiao Shao, stand back. He Yi reminded him, and then his wrist trembled, and he quickly threw out the Thousand Illusion Whip, like a dancing dragon and snake, rolling towards the attacking dining table.

He Yi didn't do anything to the dining table, but just wrapped one of the legs around the dining table with a thousand illusion whips, flung it upwards, and then the whole person flashed to the side.

As a result, the sharp thorn stones that followed the table quickly fell on the table of the guests at the other table, making a loud rumbling sound.

If it weren't for the few people at the table who hid quickly, they were afraid that they would be seriously injured.

"Damn, you're Zhao Sheng! I, Liu, have no grievances with you, why did you use this 'Flying Stone Technique' to sneak attack us!" Several young monks crawled out of the scattered sawdust and smoke, pointing at Zhao Sheng's nose and scolding.

"Thank you, brother. One of them thanked He Yi.

In the eyes of these people, when the dining table flew just now, He Yi used a long whip to change the trajectory of the dining table's flight, which was equivalent to blocking a move for them, but who knew that there was a flying stone technique behind the dining table?

"With a gesture, Brother Dao doesn't have to be polite. He Yi said with a smile, but he didn't think it was a big deal, and then added: "But that Zhao Sheng is insidious and vicious, and I haven't found out that he has any tricks." It seems that this Zhao Sheng is obviously going to demonstrate to you. ”

This sentence can be said to be very vicious.

The young monks listened to it, and when they looked at Zhao Sheng again, there was only a look of ill intentions left.

"You're spewing blood! I just ...... it."

Seeing that He Yi was so provoking the relationship between the Zhao family and other Xiuzhen families, Zhao Sheng hurriedly retorted.

But how could He Yi give him a chance to defend himself?

The long whip danced, picked up the table that was entangled by He Yi before, and quickly smashed towards the place where Zhao Sheng was!

Bang!

Wood splinters!

At the same time, Jia Shao also found the opportunity to join the battle and fight side by side with He Yi.

He shouted loudly and swung his sword at Zhao Sheng, but was stopped by several guards behind Zhao Sheng halfway, and the swords struck each other, bursting out with a little spark.

Those guards are just ordinary people, although Jia Shao is outnumbered, but with the sharpness of the sword in his hand, he does not fall behind for a while, and he looks very brave.

The lobby was suddenly in chaos, and the sonorous sound of weapons striking was endless.

"Come, let me see what kind of level you Zhao family's monks are. He Yi swung his whip again, making a piercing sound of breaking the air.

That Zhao Sheng flew over, pinched the magic trick in his hand, and used the flying stone technique again. Seven or eight large thorn stones condensed around him again.

Seeing this, He Yi smiled slightly, jumped up, and jumped directly to the side of the stairs on the second floor.

There, on the other hand, sat another table of monks.

"You bastard!" Zhao Sheng was taken aback when he saw this, if he threw these flying stones out again, he was afraid that he would anger another group of monks.

But the spell in his hand is already halfway through, if it is forcibly interrupted, then the remaining spiritual power will backfire on itself, and if one is not good, it will be light.

In desperation, Zhao Sheng could only grit his teeth and throw the flying stone in another direction.

But as everyone knows, what an easy time to wait for is this opportunity!

Fantasy!

The Thousand Illusion Whip was quickly thrown out of He Yi's hand, making a sharp sound, as if the white snake was spitting out a letter, and Lei Gong struck lightning, so it was not aggressive.

Zhao Sheng glanced at He Yi viciously, and then withdrew to dodge again.

But at this time, Zhao Sheng was suddenly stunned.

Because in his eyes, the long whip that struck suddenly turned into four, and the sound of breaking the sky was even more harsh.

Zhao Sheng dodged the first, second.

But the two whip shadows fell to the ground, but without making any sound, they disappeared.

But the third whip shadow that followed was impartial, hitting Zhao Sheng's right cheek.

Syllable!

At this moment, Zhao Sheng only felt as if his face had been hit by a falling boulder, and the huge impact force pulled his body into the air together, smashing over several tables with a clang.

After a long while, he covered a blood mark on his face and staggered up from the ground, looking so embarrassed and miserable.