Early the next morning, Xiao Ye and Wang Hu came to the second floor of the teahouse opposite Wanbao Pavilion and sat down, asked for a pot of Bichun tea and a few side dishes, the tea was sweet and entered the throat, and there was a feeling of wandering in the spring flower sea and the spring breeze in the mouth.

Time passed little by little, and the number of martial artists who came to the teahouse became more and more, and the more people naturally talked more, which was also what Xiao Ye hoped for, and sure enough, after a while, he heard someone say, "Do you know, Wei Chao fought with the four swordsmen of Ice Sword Mountain Villa last night!"

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, many people turned to look, Xiao Ye also glanced at the person who spoke, only to see a late-stage martial artist sitting at a table close to the bar and saying loudly, this person couldn't help but straighten his chest when he saw that everyone turned their eyes to him.

After drinking a cup of tea, he continued, "Last night, the swordsmen of the four innate martial artists of the Ice Sword Villa wanted to get rid of Wei Chao and fight for one more opportunity for their young owners, but Wei Chao alone against the four innate martial artists, not only was he not defeated, but he also killed one of them, so frightened that the other three fled in a hurry, Wei Chao's strength is definitely in the middle of the innate martial arts, I think this time eighty percent will let Wei Chao win the opportunity to recruit from the Xianmen!"

"Not necessarily, Meng Xing and Cheng Hai also fought last night, Meng Xing's meteor sword is as fast as lightning, and he can attack a hundred moves in an instant, and Cheng Hai's splitting palm can simply shatter gold and stone, and there is no injury at all when he catches Meng Xing's meteor sword with his bare hands, and there is a clanging sound when they touch each other, although in the end the two of them stopped and did not use their real strength, but the strength of the two of them is definitely at the point of reaching the middle stage of the innate martial artist, I think the two of them are not weaker than Wei Chao!" The other spoke, shaking his head in disapproval.

"And don't forget Ye Yu and Mu Yi, although the two of them didn't make a move last night, but the two of them were already innate martial artists three years ago, and they had already defeated innate martial artists at that time, and now they are definitely in the middle stage of innate martial artists, maybe they may be stronger, this cannot be underestimated. "There are also people who tell the news they know.

"The people who fought last night were all innate martial artists, and they only regarded the people in the innate martial artist realm as the opponents of this competition, like us acquired martial artists, they didn't pay attention to it at all, hey!" One sighed.

The martial artists in the teahouse talked one after another and said, "You heard, these guys are all masters of the middle stage of the innate martial artist, we are only in the early stage of the innate martial arts, they are looking for people from the innate martial master to shoot, do you still think you can fight?!" Xiao Ye whispered to Wang Hu.

"Okay, I see, I'll do what you say. Wang Hu also felt the gap in strength and put away his aggressive thoughts.

The two continued to drink tea and eat side dishes, listening to these warriors continue to talk, and after a while, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from the stairs.

"What a fierce breath, it is a martial artist who completes his strength"

Xiao Ye frowned slightly, and he didn't care. But after a while, suddenly something didn't feel right. This sharp, knife-like aura seemed to be heading straight for him and Wang Hu.

A group of three or four strong-blooded, storm-like figures walked over, and the heavy shadows were stacked on top of each other, stretching them long, covering the tables of the two of them.

"You two boys, why don't you get out of the way, is this the place you can stay!" One of the martial artists in the late stage of Huajin said to Xiao Ye and Wang Hu domineeringly and arrogantly.

A terrifying cold light flew away from Wang Hu's eyes, "Big Tiger!" Xiao Ye didn't look up at the person who spoke, and said two words, Wang Hu immediately ignored Xiao Ye's meaning and suppressed the anger in his heart.

Xiao Ye's movement here naturally attracted the attention of the martial artists on the second floor of the entire teahouse, and everyone looked here.

Seeing that the two did not speak, the person who spoke let out a sneer, moved a chair, and sat down directly without waiting for the two to command.

"Boy, didn't you two hear what I said, why don't you hurry up and get out of the way for me, do you want to suffer and let me throw you two out of your seat?"

This late-stage martial artist, with a light voice, was filled with a condescending arrogance and contempt everywhere.

Xiao Ye slowly turned his head and looked at the uninvited guest who came this time, this was an extremely arrogant young man with a scar on his face, about twenty-five or sixteen years old.

The first thing Xiao Ye noticed was those eyes, arrogant, cold, oppressive, and extremely aggressive, everyone who touched these eyes would feel a naked contempt and provocation from the soul level.

This young man is like a wild lion at the top of the food chain, always hunting, and the only thing on his mind is how to trample his opponents under his feet, humiliate and torture them fiercely, and then listen to their wails.

Xiao Ye's gaze slowly swept over the other three, and the corners of these three mouths had a playful and contemptuous smile, seeing that the two of them were just two teenagers, looking like they were bullying, and they didn't look for the other people sitting at the table, it seemed that this was not the first time these guys had done such a thing.

"Why, if you want to find a seat to sit down, just find it again. ”

Xiao Ye said lightly, his face did not change much. He lifted the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup with a flat expression, as if these people were just passing by, taking a look and leaving.

"Hehe, interesting, boy, do you know who the uncle is!?"

The martial artist sneered, copied the teapot from Xiao Ye unceremoniously, poured himself a cup of tea, swallowed the tea in one go, put down the teacup, and stared at Xiao Ye coldly.

"After drinking this cup of tea, take your people and roll. ”

Wang Hu had long been furious by the words of this late-stage martial artist, and opened his mouth and said lightly, his voice was not very high-pitched, but the taste revealed was undoubted.

"Presumptuous!"

"The two little kings are really arrogant, they don't know whether they are dead or alive!"

In the midst of this angry scolding, the martial artist who was sitting down in the late stage of transformation suddenly made a move, as if a thunderbolt appeared out of thin air, his two fingers merged, his expression was cold, and he slammed into Wang Hu's chest like lightning.

Only two fingers were stretched out, revealing a broken hair, a cold glow like a divine weapon, and across a table, all the air suddenly seemed to turn into the sharpest and most terrifying sword qi.

No one doubts that if this finger is stabbed, even a stone will be pierced.

"Boom!"

No one can describe the change at this moment, just when the finger was about to approach Wang Hu, there was a boom, and this martial artist in the late stage of transformation seemed to be hit by an invisible giant hammer, and with a bang, it flew out like a cannonball, boom, and fell at the entrance of the building.

"Phew!"

On the second floor of the entire teahouse, there was a low voice. At this moment, I don't know how many people stood up in shock. All the warriors were stunned by the scene, and they couldn't believe their eyes at all.