The best waste god

Several bartenders saw Nangong Haotian holding a sword in his white shirt and looking very imposing, they rushed over and flicked off the dust on Nangong Haotian's body, their obsequious smiles made him a little speechless.

The other two had already looked upstairs, opened their voices, and sang loudly: "One young hero, private seat on the third floor!"

As soon as the singing fell, there were several cheers from above.

Nangong Haotian entered the restaurant and found that the first floor was full, so he had to walk up the stairs to the second floor.

Arriving at the second floor, the lights are much brighter than those below, and the tables and chairs are painted red, the seats are all lacquered stools, and the furnishings are a bit more luxurious than those downstairs. century.

Nangong Haotian rubbed his nose and felt that he was neither a rich man nor a martial arts expert, so he didn't need to waste money on the third floor surrounded by music and picturesque lights.

At this time, I saw that although there were [-] to [-]% seats on the second floor, there were still vacant tables, so I walked over slowly and sat down at the nearest one.

When the bartender saw it, he hurried over with a smile on his face.

However, Nangong Haotian, who was looking around the whole building, found that the whole building was completely silent, and all the drinkers looked at him with surprised eyes.

In particular, among the four drinkers at a table not far away, a middle-aged Hanako gave him a cold look and hurried downstairs.

When Nangong Haotian saw it, he knew something was wrong. Although he felt that the middle-aged Huazi was quite hostile to him, since the other party didn't express it clearly, it was inconvenient for him to stop and question him.

And Nangong Haotian is no longer a powerless person, no matter what the moves are, the next one will be.

At this moment, the bartender who came over was already standing in front of Nangong Haotian's table with a smile on his face, and asked respectfully, "Master, what do you want to order?"

Nangong Haotian was still thinking about the middle-aged Huazi who hurried downstairs just now, looked at the bartender and waved his hand casually, and said indifferently: "Bring two delicious side dishes."

The bartender hurriedly asked: "Master, your old wine..."

"Oh!" Nangong Haotian finally responded, and those chivalrous men who ate meat and drank in big bowls emerged in their minds, and suddenly said: "Have a pot of champion red."

Hearing this, the bartender turned around and raised his head, cheeringly announced the food and drinks, and then several other bartenders cheered all over the building.

As the bartender's voice fell, there were movements and voices in the quiet restaurant, and then they started talking in twos and threes.

While waiting for the food and drink, Nangong Haotian looked at the drinkers upstairs.

Although there are also business travelers and gentry upstairs, most of them are martial arts figures in strong clothes and carrying swords.

Of course, what he paid the most attention to were the three drinkers who were at the same table with that middle-aged Hanako not far away.

Among the three drinkers, two are rough and heroic, and one wears a moon white gown, a Confucian scarf on his head, and holds a folding fan. He is completely dressed as a Confucian scholar.

This middle-aged Confucian scholar, who seems to be only 38 or [-] years old, with long black locks and fine eyebrows, looks like a scholar.

However, Nangong Haotian could see that in his detailed eyes, divine light flashed from time to time, and he obviously had extremely deep internal strength cultivation, so Nangong Haotian couldn't help but sigh secretly, sighing that this martial arts is indeed as strong as a cloud.

Based on his flashing eyes, Nangong Haotian obviously had serious doubts, anger and excitement in his heart.

However, what displeased Nangong Haotian the most was that the middle-aged Confucian scholar had never left his eyes since he went upstairs and sat in his seat, especially the sword on his table. Notice.

"Could it be glass? But I don't like it!" Nangong Haotian touched his nose and said to himself, he had already made up his mind that as long as there was a slight change, he would leave here.

The other two rough and strong men were both in their forties, with brown beards in Tsing Yi who needed a purple face plate, and the other had beards on both cheeks, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

The person with the purple face has a rosacea, while the eyes of the person with the black face are like copper bells—yes.

The four eyes of these two rough figures also stared at Nangong Haotian without fear.

At this moment, amidst the din of high-spirited conversations, I heard someone say: "Dude, don't look at it, just keep talking. Don't worry, it won't be that kid..."

The other person lowered his voice slightly, and said worriedly: "No, it's very similar to the legend I heard, especially the sword he put on the table."

Although Nangong Haotian heard it, he didn't mind, because he was not the only one with a sword in the restaurant.

However, another person was heard and asked inexplicably: "Dude, what's the difference in his saber?"

"Didn't you see that his sword was wrapped in cloth?" The man who lowered his voice just now said unhappily.

Nangong Haotian's heart trembled when he heard it, and only then did he start to pay attention.

The flaming red body and exaggerated shape of the Nether Dragon Slayer Sword made Nangong Haotian feel too eye-catching. At first, he wrapped it with cloth to prevent others from discovering it. However, in this restaurant, it seems that there is only his own sword It is wrapped.

After all, for Nangong Haotian, using the sword is not his strong point. Although he knows a few sword skills, he still likes the most famous weapon in his previous life - the epee, which can be opened and closed, which makes Nangong Haotian very happy. like.

Moreover, his thinking like this is not aimless, because the Ziyin Excalibur is just a golden giant sword, about 1.5 meters long and three feet three wide, with gaps all over it, so it can't be said to be sharp, but it has a majestic feeling. It is the kind that Nangong Haotian likes.

It is said that the weapon used by the sword demon Dugu Qiubai who shattered the void back then was a black iron epee, which had no edge, but Nangong Haotian couldn't put it down because of that captivating aura.

He is also looking forward to what kind of audacity it will be to use the Ziyin Excalibur when he reaches the fifth level of the body training stage.

Although the Nether Dragon Slayer Sword is good, it is not the type that Nangong Haotian likes. Moreover, in Nangong Haotian's heart, the Nether Dragon Slayer Sword is extremely lacking in sharpness, it is really not a treasured sword.

At the moment of thinking, the person who had already heard the question said disapprovingly: "It's so strange to wrap it in a cloth. He cherishes his sword. I've seen this a lot."

"Keep your voice down. Don't forget that he not only wrapped the scabbard with cloth, but also wore a white shirt." The person who lowered his voice just now lowered his voice a little bit angrily.

Nangong Haotian's heart was shocked when he heard it, and he was sure that he was talking about him, but he didn't show anything wrong, and he still didn't turn his head to look.