Zuo Tianyou rubbed his toes that kicked in severe pain, and scolded in his heart, who actually smashed people with a red sandalwood drum stool, it was really a tyrannical thing!

Judging by the color of this drum stool and the crisp sound of the landing, it is definitely the best of the best. If this kind of goods were in modern times, even a piece as big as a town size would cost tens of thousands of yuan. Just now, someone actually held such a big red sandalwood as a weapon, it was really a tyrant!

Who is the local tyrant?

Looking back, it was none other than the scoundrel Hou Qi.

Although Hou Qi is a cultivator, his cultivation is less than half a bottle, and he is abducted and deceived on the street every day, and he takes a group of small followers to blackmail some cultivation spirit stones. In fact, I have never seen anything good, especially the world-famous Linxian Inn, and I have never stepped into it. A long time ago, he listened to the roadside begging for food and boasted to himself about how luxurious the Linxian Inn was, but at that time, Hou Qi had no reason, and he didn't dare to come to the door easily. Tonight, I finally found some reason to go to this high-end consumption place, but I can't choose the expensive one! Otherwise, how can I hold down the array!

Just that kick just now attracted a group of little followers to applaud. Looking at the painful expression of the shopkeeper Zhou next to him who was cut flesh, how happy he was in his heart!

Hou Qi stood in the middle of the lobby with his legs crossed, shaking his face full of meat, puffing out a pair of leopard eyes, holding the collar of Zhou's shopkeeper's clothes with one hand, making Zhou's shopkeeper's face full of bitterness, and pointing to Zuo Tianyou's side with one hand, shouting: "Those two boys are still angry!

Cultivators are all over the streets of alchemy, but Hou Qi is so delicious and lazy, and it is pure nonsense to want to take advantage of the master's own alchemy when he sees a bargain. Now shouting at the human flesh into the medicine is nothing more than extinguishing the heart of the shopkeeper Zhou and scaring the courage of the trotting hall. When everything is done, you can put on three or five high-grade spirit stones, and you can return with a full load.

A few little attendants played this kind of drama with Hou Qi a lot of times, and they were very important, so they all shouted loudly: "Okay! Brother Qi, just take a look!" After speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and pressed over to Zuo Tianyou's side.

Speaking of which, Hou Qi originally just wanted to come over tonight to shake his majesty and deceive some spirit stones and spirit grass to go back to cultivation and upgrade, but he didn't want to follow the class to count it, and he just missed and killed the two young guys.

The two cheap lives are gone, and they are nothing in this world of cultivating immortals, let alone for a scoundrel like Hou Qi. But the key is that this street is not Hou Qi's territory, and if he plays tricks here and hurts the face of the boss Bufeng here, the consequences are not at all something that only Hou Qi, who is on the second floor of qi refining, can bear.

The most lively streets in the entire Qinghuan City are Yunxian Street, where the Linxian Inn is located, and Wuli Street, which is full of pill shops, when Hou Qi has broken through the second layer of qi refining, he subdued the low-level cultivators on Wuli Street and became a tyrant on the street. Immediately afterwards, Hou Qizeng was full of pride and prepared to take Yunxian Street, which was only separated by a small road, into his own hands. But before the flame of ambition was lit for one night, the little attendant came to report that there was a tyrant on Yunxian Street, and Hou Qi was about to meet his opponent.

Hou Qi was anxious when he heard this, and led a group of people to Yunxian Street, and it happened that Bu Feng was wandering on the street, and Hou Qi whispered in his ear with a small follower: "This is the new street fighter, Bu Feng." ”

Hou Qiyi saw that this person was magnificent, burly, and after releasing his divine sense, he found that this person was actually a martial artist at the fourth level of qi refining. At this time, Hou Qi was immediately deflated, he didn't dare to let out a fart, and stepped forward to greet Bufeng, touting for a while, before rolling back to his Wuli Street with a disgraced face.

Since then, Hou Qi has been honest, and An An has been his bully on his Wuli Street. It is easy not to provoke this Bu Feng, who can kill himself with one palm.

Tonight, when he found out that his follower had killed someone, Hou Qi instinctively wanted to slip away, for fear that Bu Feng would come out of nowhere to find his bad luck.

But after thinking about it, the two cheap lives are gone, and it is easy to fall in love with such a rich master, so it is a shame to go back like a mouse!

But just as Hou Qi grabbed the collar of Zhou's shopkeeper and asked for the spirit stone, Zuo Tianyou and Zhang Xiaopang woke up one after another.

And at this time, Zuo Tianyou, who was lying on the ground, saw Hou Qiyi pointing at Zhang Xiaopang, and only then did he understand that the little guy who just said that he owed Lingshi was him!

When Zhang Xiaopang went to college, he didn't win money playing cards, Zuo Tianyou was most annoyed to play with him, every time he lost a huge loss, not only to be laughed at by his classmates, but also to pay off the debt, and now he has changed the time and place, this product is still an old illness that is difficult to treat!

Everywhere you go, you have to clean up the mess for this fat man!

Thinking of this, Zuo Tianyou said to Zhang Xiaopang: "Hey, do you remember the matter of owing people spirit stones? It turns out that it is okay to lose ten or eight yuan in the same house at school, why is it still like this when you change the skin bag, and provoke this kind of ruffian hooligan?!" Zuo Tianyou looks at the current situation, Hou Qi may not give up if he can't get the spirit stone today.

Zhang Xiaopang was so anxious that the expression on his face was colorful, and he shouted to Zuo Tianyou in a firm tone: "I don't owe him any spirit stones, this is obviously a scoundrel, can you believe his words?!"

It turned out that on that day, Hou Qi set up a dragon gate array at the door of his store on Wuli Street.

Whoever can bet on the original stone with the spirit stone hidden in it will lose to whoever has three high-grade spirit stones.

That day, there happened to be nothing to do in the store, and Zhang Xiaopang, who was wandering around Wuli Street, saw that he was interested and plunged into the people's nest to join in the fun.

However, Hou Qi made a rule, all cultivators who already had the level of Qi refining were not allowed to participate in the gambling stone, which made a group of cultivators who were still in the Dao stage guess blindly around the stone.

After a while, there were really two guys who wanted to upgrade and went crazy, and they actually paid the only medium spirit stone on their bodies and went in to gamble on the stone.

Zhang Xiaopang looked at it and shouted in his heart, it's over.

Because if there were spirit stones hidden in the original stone, only cultivators who had cultivated to the level of Qi refining or above could sense it. The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the sensibility.

Now the current cultivation level of these two people is not even the first level of qi refining, and the spirit stone handed over is basically equivalent to giving it to Hou Qi for nothing.

Zhang Xiaopang was very unhappy for these two people in his heart, and secretly made a mark on the hidden place of the rough stone when people were not paying attention. With the mark, the two of them quickly guessed correctly, and happily won three high-grade spirit stones and went back to cultivate.

Zhang Xiaopang felt that his merits were complete, and he was very complacent, humming a little song and returning to the inn, but all the way back, he had already been targeted by Hou Qi's people.

Zuo Tianyou saw that Zhang Xiaopang didn't look like a lie, and just wanted to ask again, but several little followers had already rushed up.

Since crossing into this world of cultivating immortals, Zuo Tianyou has been "busy", and it is easy for a little fat Zhang to be sent by fate to add some color to the boring buddy life here, but now he is entangled by a bunch of scoundrels, and one by one his face is fierce, looking like he has to put the little fat man to death! Zuo Tianyou is really unbearable now, just such a small hair, do you want me to see him suffer a catastrophe, this is absolutely impossible!

Zuo Tianyou quickly glanced around the situation behind him and found that a few steps away from him was the gate. Now that he has just crossed over, although he already has the skill of refining qi at the first level, he has not yet mastered the key to luck and power. This is the world of cultivating immortals, and it is difficult to judge how many people on the opposite side are, and they are only afraid that they will suffer a ready-made loss if they make a rash move. At this time, the most appropriate way is to retreat and find an opportunity to get out of the predicament.

At this time, the group of people was getting closer and closer, and Zhang Xiaopang cried and said, "What can I do about this!

Just as Zuo Tianyou and Hou Qiyi were at a stalemate, a deep voice sounded from the side: "Hou Qi, where did you dare to come to my territory today to spread joy!"

Zuo Tianyou turned his head to look, only to see a strong man with an angular face and a strong warrior dressed as a warrior with thick eyebrows standing at the gate.

As soon as Hou Qi saw this person, he immediately let go of the hand that grabbed Zhou's shopkeeper. Although his eyes were full of fear, his face was still full of imposing virtue.

This person is none other than Bu Feng, a fourth-layer martial artist of Qi refining, the overlord on the street of the Linxian Inn.

Bu Feng was alone, strode into the lobby, and sat down in an open place under the lamp.