The best waste god

Chapter 133 Battle

He didn't even wrinkle his brows, worried that it would arouse the other party's suspicion. He wanted to know why these people would target him.

"Huh?" There were at least three people on the other side who responded—"That's right, it's very likely that it's him!"

Nangong Haotian really wanted to listen, but at this moment, the bartender had already brought the food and drinks with a smile on his face.

After the bartender set out the dishes, filled the wine, turned and left, Nangong Haotian picked up the chopsticks to pick up the dishes, and listened intently.

"At such a young age, I don't believe that he has such profound skills." Someone over there still said in disapproval: "Even if he has practiced Kung Fu since he was born, it is only seventeen or eighteen years old."

"You know what a fart, do you think that ejaculating eyes and protruding temples means that he has a profound skill?" The other person heard this and said angrily: "I tell you, the real skill is not like that, that's called ...what's that called..."

The first person to speak said: "That's called Huaguang Intrinsic..."

The person thinking of the noun suddenly said: "By the way, that's called Huaguang Inner Containment, authentic Zen skills!"

"No matter what you say, I still don't believe it." The one just now said still disapprovingly: "If you think so, you can call his name immediately and see if he agrees?"

"Ah?" As soon as the voice finished, the two people said in shock: "My living ancestor, who dares to call his name, you dare to call it, and he will give you a finger if he is annoyed."

Nangong Haotian frowned when he heard this, and couldn't figure out who those people were talking about.

Because it was two or three days ago that he learned how to startle his fingers, and he hadn't used it yet, so how did others know that he could startle his fingers?

According to the conversation of those four people, it seems that he was talking about, but in fact, there must be someone else, but that person may also be a young man in a white shirt with a scabbard wrapped in cloth.

Thinking of this, Nangong Haotian couldn't help shaking his head and smiling wryly. He was becoming more and more sensitive. This place is hundreds of thousands of miles away from the original northwest mountainous area. It is impossible for news of him to come in such a short period of time. Bar.

Thinking about it, Nangong Haotian drank the Zhuangyuanhong in the cup in one gulp, and stopped listening to what those people were talking about, but immediately, Nangong Haotian was a little speechless.

The wine strength of this Zhuangyuanhong is really not covered, it made Nangong Haotian feel a burning pain in his throat.

It was the first time for him to drink wine in this world, and it made him realize that eating meat and drinking in a big bowl is not that simple.

Nangong Haotian finished his meal in a hurry, and waved to a nearby bartender, pointing to the table, signaling that it's time to pay.

However, the bartender hurriedly walked over with a smile on his face, bowed repeatedly and said in a respectful voice: "Master, someone paid for your wine bill."

Nangong Haotian was taken aback for a moment, and asked in surprise: "Who is that person?"

The bartender faltered and laughed dryly, and the middle-aged Confucian scholar and two middle-aged rough men on the opposite table had already got up and walked over.

The rough middle-aged man with a face like the bottom of a pot and eyes like copper bells asked in a deep voice, "Is this little brother Nangong Haotian?"

"That's right, the boy is Nangong Haotian!" Nangong Haotian looked calm, glanced at the three of them, nodded slightly, and said lightly: "I don't know what's the matter, everyone?"

"Ah!" As soon as the voice fell, there were several exclamations in the restaurant.

The four people who were talking in low voices just now stood up from their seats with a bang, and their chairs were thrown to the ground, but they didn't pay attention, and all looked at this side in amazement.

The other drinkers saw the situation, stopped drinking and chatting and guessing, and looked at Nangong Haotian with puzzled eyes.

Another strong man with a purple face looked at the people around him and said in a deep voice: "Since my little brother is Nangong Haotian, please come with me..."

Nangong Haotian was still sitting on the seat, looked up at the man, and asked indifferently: "Where are you going?"

The strong man with the purple face plate continued: "Xiaohegou in the south of the city!"

"What are you going to do?" Nangong Haotian asked calmly, frowning slightly.

The burly man with the purple face said in a deep voice, "Let's talk about one thing."

"Very important?" Nangong Haotian asked.

The brawny man with copper bell eyes said impatiently: "Little brother, you are very smart, why are you so stupid? If it's not important, why don't you just talk about it here?"

"En!" Nangong Haotian glanced at the three of them, but did not respond to his rudeness, and said, "So we must go!"

The burly man with the purple face said in a deep voice, "If you're scared, don't go."

"Hahaha..." Hearing this, Nangong Haotian smiled dumbly, and said, "Lead the way ahead."

Said, Nangong Haotian stood up, took out a piece of broken silver and threw it on the table, looked at the bartenders who were in a daze, and said calmly: "Whoever paid for the wine will be refunded to whom!"

When the middle-aged Confucian scholar heard this, he walked downstairs without saying a word, and the two strong men hurriedly followed behind.

Nangong Haotian put his arms around his chest, held the Youming Dragon Slayer Sword in his arms, and followed him with a calm expression.

The bartenders hurriedly regained their composure, cheered and said, "Thank you, Lord, for the reward!"

Several responses came from downstairs, saying, "Thank you!"

Nangong Haotian walked down the stairs unhurriedly, seeing the slightly glaring sun, he squinted his eyes habitually, and only after he got used to it, he stepped out of the restaurant.

The street was bustling, and due to the crowd, the middle-aged Confucian scholar and the two strong men had disappeared.

Although Nangong Haotian didn't know the location of the small river ditch in the south of the city, as long as he left the city and walked south, there would be someone to meet him on the way.

While thinking about it, Nangong Haotian didn't look back, walked slowly out of the city gate along South Street, and continued to walk south.

The street outside Nanguan was equally lively, but there were far fewer people on the street than in the city. Nangong Haotian paused, looked around, and did not find anything like an ambush before continuing on.

After advancing less than a few tens of feet, a person slowly stood up in the grass beside the road, and slowly walked towards the middle of the road.

Nangong Haotian frowned, because that person was a young Huazi about eighteen or nineteen years old.

As soon as the young Huazi reached the middle of the road, she clasped her fists towards Nangong Haotian, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Your Excellency is the young hero of Nangong!"

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