Immortal Martial Lord

Chapter 292 Arrogant and Arrogant
  Some people actually underestimated the masters from the Central Plains region. Gu Fei was immediately attracted by the arrogant words outside. He already knew from Chu Tian that this time, the lord of Red Moon City and his father’s 500th birthday, there were many people from the Central Plains region. People also come to join in the fun.

Although the Far North Demon Territory is dominated by demonic forces, it is faced with a problem that cannot be ignored or ignored. In this endless wilderness, there are not many useful cultivation resources.

As a result, the business groups in the Central Plains region became the guests of the nine superpowers in the Far North Demon Realm.

Businessmen are chasing profits, and the Far North Demonic Territory, which lacks resources, is undoubtedly a huge market in the eyes of businessmen, which is why Chutian appears here.

However, the Rising Sun Merchant Group is not the only one who can do business in the Far North Demon Realm.

Of course, someone who can enter the Far North Demon Realm is not an ordinary person. Just like Chu Tian, ​​there is Mr. Ning by his side. Even Gu Fei cannot figure out the reality of this Mr. Ning.

Therefore, there are indeed many masters from the Central Plains region who come to Red Moon City, and among them there are some young masters who come out to practice.

"There is really no one left in the Central Plains, hey! It seems that our demonic alliance should be prosperous!"

"Haha! Not bad, not bad. I heard that Dongli Potian of King City defeated the so-called outstanding descendants of the younger generation of the three great sects with a blood-transforming knife a few months ago. I am really happy!"

"Dongli Potian from King City, isn't that a descendant of the Six Paths Demon Palace?"

"If not him, who else, King City, is there a second Dongli Potian?"

Outside the private room, the young man by the window talked and laughed disdainfully, and all he said was derogatory words about the Central Plains cultivators. Gu Fei felt that there was a powerful aura in the several private rooms, as if the few outside The young man's words have already made some people unhappy.

When Gu Fei heard this, he couldn't help but recall the people in the demon path he met in Yunmeng Mountain when he came down the mountain. Could those people be the outstanding descendants of the Six Paths Demon Palace?

The strength of those people seems to be good, but to say that they are the outstanding descendants of the younger generation who have swept through the three sects is exaggerating. Those guys outside seem to want to anger the Central Plains monks upstairs by boasting like this!
  In a flash of thought, Gu Fei had already guessed the intentions of these people.

"Dongli Potian, it seems, is not the strongest among the younger generation of our Demon Dao! Even he beat the descendants of the three great sects to the point of losing their shit. The Central Plains is really in decline!"

"Who says it's not, haha..."

The disciples from the aristocratic families in Hongyue City were pointing their finger at the cultivators from the Central Plains region, and their eyes were constantly scanning those private rooms. They seemed to be here specifically to find trouble.

"Hmph! Who is farting? It stinks!" Someone said in one of the private rooms. Apparently someone couldn't stand it and wanted to stand out.

"What, did our brothers say something wrong? If you are not convinced, just come over and don't hide in it." A young man from an aristocratic family shouted contemptuously to Yajian who said the words.

These young people are all descendants of several major demonic families in Red Moon City. Not all of them are uneducated and incompetent. People with a discerning eye have already seen that these people deliberately want to anger the Central Plains monks upstairs. , they are eager for someone to stand up.

As soon as the son of the aristocratic family finished speaking, he heard a "swish!" sound, the door of the private room was opened, and a young man strode out of the private room.

"Dong Qi single-handedly teaches you!" The young man who walked out of the private room waved his right hand forward, and a sharp sword energy immediately shot through the air and slashed at the children of the Red Moon City aristocratic families.

"Hmph! Dare the light of a firefly compete with the bright moon?" As he spoke, a member of a noble family sat like that without standing up. He waved his hand lightly and heard a soft "chi!" , a black light shot out from his fingertips, instantly piercing the young man's head.

In just an instant, the young man named Du Dao fell to the ground, and a black hole the size of a finger appeared on his forehead. Not a drop of blood flowed out, as if he had been burned by fire.

Pierce the skull, destroy the soul, and scatter the soul. This method of death is the most complete. People upstairs who saw this scene couldn't help but gasp.

However, the people who were able to reach the eighth floor of Hongyue Tower were not ordinary people. When they saw someone being killed, not only did no one leave, but some people even watched this scene with interest.

The children of those aristocratic families were even more unscrupulous.

The shopkeeper of Hongyuelou seemed to have known the identities of these people for a long time. He did not send anyone to inquire. He only saw two clerks coming in a hurry and silently carrying away the young man who was shot dead.

"Why are you overestimating your abilities and running out without the ability? Isn't this looking for death?" The young man named Zhao Mu said with disdain, and then continued to talk and laugh with his companions as if nothing had happened.

"Zhao Mu, your poking finger has improved again. With such skill, I'm afraid it's not much different from Dongli Potian of the King's City. It's enough to sweep through the Central Plains, Southern Wasteland and other places among the young masters."

The young men were chatting and laughing, as if nothing had happened at all.

"Don't you think your attack was too harsh?" At this moment, such words came from the private room where the Dong Qi cultivator named Du Dao came out.

"He was the one who made the first move. This is something that is obvious to all. You can't blame me!" Zhao Mu shrugged and said easily. Killing a person was nothing to him. The survival rules of the Demonic Path are more cruel than those in the Central Plains. In the Demonic Region of the Far North, how many Demonic monks have never had blood on their hands? I'm afraid there isn't even one.

At this time, a young man walked out of the private room, followed by a middle-aged man with a dull expression. I saw this young man walking out of the private room. He was dark and fat, but he was not short or tall. He gave people the impression of a kind fat man.

"Huh? Fatty Ling, it turns out it's you!" When Zhao Mu saw this young man, he couldn't help but be a little surprised. Obviously, he was an acquaintance.

"A member of the Haotian Merchant Group?" The children of the aristocratic families sitting at the table with Zhao Mu were also surprised. This Fatty Ling was a famous guy who hid a knife behind his smile!

Gu Fei heard everything that happened outside the private room. When he heard the words "Haotian Merchant Group", he couldn't help but be startled.

Haotian Merchant Group, whose surname is Ling, could he be someone from her? Gu Fei couldn't help but frowned.

"Dudao is a good guard, what a pity!" The dark and fat Fatty Ling shook his head and said, "Zhao Mu, you made me recruit guards again!"

"Fat Ling, if all the so-called masters in the Central Plains region are like your bodyguard, then there is no need to hire someone. I can just arrange for someone to protect you! Haha..." Zhao Mu laughed wantonly.

The middle-aged man with a dull expression behind Fatty Ling, after hearing Zhao Mu's words, his eyes suddenly flashed with two cold gleams as sharp as blades, and he glanced at Zhao Mu.

"Hmph!" Not to be outdone, Zhao Mu responded tit-for-tat and met the middle-aged man's cold gaze.

"Let's go!" Fatty Ling's dark face turned even darker, but he finally endured it and walked directly downstairs with the middle-aged man. A good man will not suffer the immediate disadvantages. After all, this is the opponent's territory.

"You may be able to rule the roost in the Central Plains, but when you come to Red Moon City, you will be coiled up by me even if you are a dragon, and you will be laid down by me even if you are a tiger." Zhao Mu glanced at the few unopened private rooms and said proudly.

His words are meant for the people in the private room.

When Zhao Mu said this, many people on the eighth floor immediately changed their expressions. Outside the private room, there were naturally monks from Zhongyuan.

"They are so crazy, they really think they are invincible." In the private room, Chu Tian looked at Gu Fei and said angrily. He is also a monk and a monk from Zhongyuan.

Being so despised and belittled by others, Chu Tian was also angry, but he knew his own strength very well. He was no match for those outside. If he went out, his end would definitely be no better than that of the man named Du Dao. How many.

Gu Fei shook his head, smiled and said: "These people are indeed very strong. We don't have to pay attention to them when they make trouble."

"Can you bear this?" Chu Tian said, he really wanted Gu Fei to take action.

The few children of aristocratic families in Red Moon City outside were so mercilessly mocking and belittling the monks from the Central Plains region that they intentionally or unintentionally sneered at the private rooms on the eighth floor.

The cynicism made many people present angry, but there was nothing they could do. Not to mention that the cultivation of these people is really amazing, even the forces behind them are not something that ordinary people can afford to offend.

After all, this is their territory. As the saying goes, strong dragons do not suppress local cowards. Most people have scruples and do not want to offend these children of aristocratic families.

"In my eyes, these people are just a bunch of ignorant second-generation ancestors!" Gu Fei picked up the teapot as if nothing had happened, filled the cup, and then followed Mr. Na Ning's example and tasted it slowly.

"Bang!" Someone outside slammed the table, and then heard Zhao Mu's voice shouting: "People inside, come out, who do you think is the second generation ancestor!"

When Gu Fei heard this, he couldn't help but frowned and put down the tea cup in his hand. What he said so quietly was heard by Zhao Mu outside. This man really has some skills. At least his hearing is better than Others are great.

"Hey!" Chu Tian looked at Gu Fei with interest.

At this time, even Mr. Ning, who was quietly sipping tea in the private room and kept silent, put down the white jade tea cup in his hand and looked at Gu Fei.

"Hmph! Another guy as timid as a mouse. It seems that the Central Plains, Southern Wasteland and other places are really in decline!" Zhao Mu's arrogant voice came in from outside again.

"After all this, how can you bear it?" Chu Tian leaned on his seat and looked at Gu Fei thoughtfully, with a half-smile on his face.

"Hey! You can't even keep a low profile!" Gu Fei touched his nose, smiled bitterly, then stood up, opened the door of the private room, and walked out.

(End of this chapter)