"I don't have that ability to be the boss, but because I'm old, I'm afraid I can't serve you, so I have this move. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" the old man of the tavern laughed.

"Yes, you have to find a successor, otherwise you will be gone one day, and we people will really not be able to drink such beautiful wine and such fragrant meat. When he finished speaking, he looked up at the rest of the guests in the tavern and said, "Did you say that?"

"Yes!" For a while, the tavern suddenly exploded, and everyone made a commotion with him.

Seeing that everyone's faces were full of smiles, the old man in the tavern only smiled.

For their laughter, Yue Hanshan didn't have time to deal with them, he was now a tavern guy, and this kind of casual drinking was not something he could do with his current identity.

He doesn't think much about it now, to have a place to live, to be able to eat well, these two things are satisfied, and the rest of the things can make him free to think.

"Eat and drink well, you will come more in the future!" said the old man at the tavern.

"Okay, good ......"

At that moment, five or six people came from outside the door.

These people, dressed in black clothes, of different heights, all of them with iron faces, as soon as they entered the door of the tavern, they glared angrily at the people who drank and ate meat inside.

The guests in the tavern suddenly saw that these people were singlely dressed, and they all looked like they were from the same gang, and each of them had sharp weapons in their hands, and everyone's hearts were shocked, and their eyes were stunned.

As a result, the originally lively tavern became extremely quiet at this time.

Only the old man glanced at them, then withdrew his gaze, his fingers fiddling with the abacus on the counter.

"Crackling......" There was a sound of the rolling of the abacus.

Hearing this, everyone withdrew their straight eyes and looked at him.

Seeing the old man in the tavern, who looked at ease, everyone sweated for him.

These people are obviously not good people, can't this old man see it?

And Yue Hanshan naturally looked at them quietly, for these menacing people, he also had an ominous premonition at this time, but this sense of foreboding, but he couldn't get a glimpse of who he was coming for.

I saw a person in front of me, stroked his sleeves slightly, and then led everyone in.

The tavern is not very big, and there are naturally not many tables, so many people are obviously unable to sit down.

Seeing this scene, although Yue Hanshan was a junior second, he didn't dare to come forward to talk easily.

In addition to some merchants and people, there are also a small number of people in the tavern.

As soon as they entered, the merchants and people instantly gave way and fled.

And those who think they are doing well in the rivers and lakes are obviously more determined than those who escaped.

The man who walked in front of the crowd, apparently their leader, looked at the others who were reluctant to leave, and a sneer appeared on his face.

"It seems that you are all bastards!" said the black-clothed leader.

"So what?" said the guest at one of the tables.

"Not well, I just want you to leave something behind and leave. The black-clothed leader was expressionless, and said in a light tone.

"Something?" the guest at the table raised his eyebrows and wondered, "What is it?"

The leader pointed at him and said, "Ears!"

Hearing this, the man stood up instantly, obviously startled by his words.

Seeing that person like this, the black-clothed leader smiled slightly and said, "Why are you scared?"

The man did not speak, but turned and ran out.

The black-clothed leader stretched out his hand to block the way, and a pair of eyes swept towards him like sharp swords.

"If you want to go, do you think you can go without my permission?"

"What do you want?" said the man, pale.

"How?" he smiled lightly and said, "Didn't I say it just now!"

"What?" the man pretended to be puzzled, but his high-pitched, trembling voice betrayed him.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know, I'm not in a hurry. As he spoke, he smiled at his companion beside him and said, "Are you in a hurry?"

"We're not in a hurry!" the people next to him laughed as well.

Seeing them smile at themselves, the man who was about to run away, with beads of sweat oozing from his head at this time, obviously knew that his current situation was dangerous.

"I'm from the Golden Gun Gang, you dare to touch me!" the man said with a slight shake of the short knife in his hand.

"The Golden Gun Gang?" The black-clothed leader looked at the short knife in his hand and said with a smile: "You can still use a knife like you!"

Seeing his disdainful eyes, the pupils of the person holding the short knife contracted slightly, obviously the short knife in his hand, and the name of the gang, did not scare them.

"What kind of faction are you?" said the man, plucking up courage.

"Which faction?"

Hearing this, the black-clothed leader looked at the rest of his subordinates and said with a smile: "Brothers, what faction did he ask us from?"

"Haha......"

The crowd laughed as if they had just told them a joke.

"Laugh...... What are you laughing at?" the man said in a trembling voice.

"If you don't know what is alive or dead, even you dare to break through the rivers and lakes. The black-clothed leader said.

"Whether you dare to venture into the rivers and lakes is my business, and it has nothing to do with you!" said the man with a short knife.

"It's okay, you're so big!" he turned to the man next to him, "Brother, tell them who we are, so that he can understand how he died." ”

"Okay!" said to the man with the short knife, "We are from the Optimus Sect." ”

Hearing this, the knife-wielding man smiled instead, not being deterred by it.

Seeing his expression, the man who had just finished speaking said, "What are you kid laughing at?"

The rest of the guests who didn't leave also cast some disdainful glances.

This made the black-clothed leader extremely annoyed in an instant.

"Who should I be? It turns out to be the Optimus Cult!" he said, suddenly spitting at the ground, "Bah, what is the Optimus Cult, in the eyes of Lao Tzu, it is!"

This really annoyed the black-clothed leader completely.

"Look for death!" he roared, and the long sword in his hand suddenly flashed, and a white light flew by, and the man's ear was suddenly cut off.

"Ahh

The man with the knife dropped the short knife in his hand, covered his ear that was trickling and bleeding, and looked hideous with pain.

Those guests who had just cast a disdainful gaze were instantly shocked by it.

"Dare to insult my Optimus Sect, it's really looking for death!" said the black-clothed leader.

"Chief, why don't you kill him!" said the companion next to him.

"What's the hurry? It's not easy to kill someone, the key is to let him know that our Qingtian Sect has a deterrent power. ”

"Subordinates understood!"

The black-clothed leader used his sword to gently pick the man's jaw, and the man twitched as he endured the pain.

"Boy, why are you so bold that you dare to scold us Qingtian Sect!"

The man covered his ears, his legs shaking, and said, "Are you really from the Optimus Sect?"