Qiao Feng saw that his expression was sincere, knowing that Chu Feng didn't want to conflict with Shaolin for him, so he nodded.

Chu Feng said that he was tired, but it was not all a lie, but it was more that the real qi in his body was getting staggered and heavy, and it was better to go back to the room to ponder it carefully, and he hugged his fists and said, "That is the case, everyone talk slowly, and Chu will retire first." "He was around this body, and when he saw the very serious face of Xuan Nan, he remembered the host Xuan Ci, that is, Xuzhu his father, I don't know if this one is as serious as this Xuan Nan, or rather, this Xuan Xuan is to learn from his senior brother who is the host of his family, and learned this serious face?

"Masters, don't accompany you. Xuan Nan didn't treat himself, Chu Feng naturally wouldn't be very polite in his words, and it was difficult for him to be like an ordinary martial arts figure, and when he heard the word "Shaolin", he was in awe. As for martial arts, this old man has not yet been able to steadily destroy Yun Laosi, how can Chu Feng be in awe?

After all, Xuan Nan was very senior, and when he heard Chu Feng speaking to the thirteen people in front of him, he still nodded, and suppressed the "no big, no small" and "rude" scolding of the Hui generation behind him.

Chu Feng has long developed a habit of Lingbo Xiaocheng since then, and every time he goes to a place, he first keeps all kinds of terrain in mind. This is just an inn, and a straight road leads to the stairs on the second floor on the north side. A few people from the beggar gang sat on the left side of the straight, opposite the thirteen Shaolin people. Chu Feng was originally sitting among the seven members of the beggar gang, but now he stood up and took two steps forward, standing on that straight road.

The five monks of the Xuanzi generation sat at two tables, and the four forty-one points of the Huizi generation also occupied two tables.

Chu Feng looked at the indignant Huizi generation on his face, although he realized the loneliness of this group of great monks who had been living in Shaolin Temple for more than ten years or even decades, "it is difficult to get out of the mountain once, but the opponent has been solved first". But whoever saw the aura surging around those guys and the fluttering robes of the monks also knew that this road was not so easy to walk.

Since Chu Feng knew, the six elders of the beggar gang also knew. The five old monks of the Xuanzi generation watched Chu Feng walk by with a serious or smiling smile, maybe they had some doubts about the level of Chu Feng's martial arts, but they still couldn't do it if they went to the school to take the exam for a junior's kung fu so inexplicably. Seeing that the five monks of the Xuanzi generation did not make a move, the six elders of the beggar gang were also relieved, if they really watched Chu Feng suffer, they would not be able to do it. However, the Shaolin Temple rushed to help, and it was not good to really make a move on these big monks.

As for the Hui Zi generation in the back two tables, they may be considered good at the rivers and lakes, so it should not be a problem to send one out at random and clean up the first-class "Little Evil God" Sun Sanba. Looking at these eight big bald heads, the six elders of the beggar gang may sigh with emotion that Shaolin "has many talents", but they are just talents, but they will not worry about what trouble these few can cause to Chu Feng.

Chu Feng stepped over the two tables of the Xuanzi generation, and he was also relieved in his heart, except for the old monk who was still a little kind to him when he entered the door. That Xuan Yan didn't know what the reason was, he had always been quite hostile to him, and Chu Feng wondered if this thing guessed that he was pondering the old things of Xuan Ci and Ye Erniang.

"Second Senior Brother, this Xinyang's tea is really good!" A young bald man at the fourth table turned around abruptly and handed over a bowl of tea to the "Second Senior Brother" at the third table.

Chu Feng walked between the two tables of the Hui Zi generation, and a deliberately pretended surprise voice came from his side.

"Fifth junior brother, you drink it yourself, drink it yourself, senior brother also has ...... here"

One served tea, and the other refused.

The tea bowl just fell in the air, and it looked like it was about to fall on Chu Feng's side.

Chu Feng frowned slightly, not because of this bowl of tea that fell, but because of the fists of the other two great monks of the Hui character generation on the two tables, faintly blocking Chu Feng's way forward and retreating. If Chu Feng didn't have a way to retreat, he would have to let this tea splash on his body, but this kind of thing is really a little childish, right?

"Why are you so careless?" Chu Feng thought for a moment, let go of his right hand on top of the dust, leaned forward, and caught the tea bowl steadily. The second senior brother and the fifth senior brother looked at the tea bowl on Chu Feng's right hand, their bodies stiffened, they glanced at each other, and only thought in their hearts: "What a fast hand!"

Chu Feng ignored the two who were stunned, put the tea bowl on the table of the "second senior brother", and said with a smile: "Your junior brother is filial, why don't you be considerate?"

"Brother Chu, the one surnamed Wu is just going to pick up something, let's go together!" The two of them were playing, the two of them blocked the way, Wu Changfeng's surname was like a fire, and he could tolerate such dirty things, but it was not easy to attack, so he walked over and planned to give Chu Feng a ride.

"yes, yes. Chu Feng turned his head and looked at Wu Changfeng, whose nose was even redder due to the surge of qi and blood, and suddenly his mood improved again.

Several old monks of the Xuanzi generation were also slightly surprised, and Xuanyan thought that even if there was only one disciple of the Huizi generation, he could try out the foundation of Chu Feng's kung fu. When Chu Feng caught the tea bowl, anyone in the Xuanzi generation could catch it, and the elegance of the posture was still three points better. But no one expected that Chu Feng was provoked for no reason, and when the matter came, he could suppress his anger and let go of the long sword in his hand, which was very rare.

Several members of the Hui generation had already lost half a move in Chu Feng's hands, not to mention that Wu Changfeng was on the side, and they suddenly settled down. They dared to provoke Chu Feng because of Shaolin's supreme position in the martial arts, and they also knew that no matter whether it was the five uncles and uncles of the Xuanzi generation sitting in front of them, or the elders of the beggar gang, even if Chu Feng had any mistakes, it would not be their turn to teach them a lesson, so there was this "serving tea".

Wu Changfeng deliberately lagged behind by half a step, letting Chu Feng go first, and waited until he and Chu Feng went up the stairs, rubbed the sloppy beard on his face, and said to Chu Feng: "Damn, I don't have to let your kid be wronged." He only took the tea bowl and returned it to the Shaolin monk when Chu Feng didn't want to have a conflict with the Shaolin disciples.

Chu Feng said indifferently: "It's okay...... it's okay, "Wronged or something, how is it possible!"

"Brother Chu is open-minded, it's really that ...... Big Husband ...... The eldest husband does not argue for the length of the ......" Wu Changfeng couldn't get used to such literary words, so he said a sentence, but he couldn't take it on, and after thinking for a long time, he simply patted his head, and said with a very bachelorish temperament, "It's not what I said, it's what Deputy Gang Leader Ma often says, Lao Wu remembers this sentence, hehe......

Before Chu Feng could speak, he heard a few exclamations from downstairs, listening to that voice, it should be those monks of the Hui generation.

"Second Senior Brother" looked at the tea dripping in front of him, his face was cloudy, and he sighed heavily for a while.

Just now, Chu Feng casually put the tea bowl on the wooden table in front of the second senior brother, and when the second senior brother waited for Chu Feng to go upstairs, he thought about returning the tea bowl to the junior brother.

The tea bowl was fine on the table, and when he wanted to pick it up, he touched the index finger of his right hand, and the seemingly intact tea bowl bloomed like a lotus flower......

ps: It looks like we can watch two shifts tomorrow. And then, it's really not a title party......

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