Wu Lin Jiu Tian

Looking in the direction where the voice came from, Song Fan saw at a glance a young man in gray clothes who was dressed as a servant, standing proudly aside, with a haughty look on his face, and the person he scolded was impressively Those two unremarkable teenagers.

"What an evil slave!" Song Fan thought to himself with a look of disgust on his face.

Being scolded like this, the faces of the two teenagers were a little ugly, the girl blushed slightly, and retorted in a low voice: "Isn't there still room in the inn? Why do you want us to give up our seats?"

"Yes." The boy also echoed.

"You two are so courageous. It is your blessing that my young master has taken a fancy to this position. How dare you refuse!"

The gray-clothed youth's expression darkened when he heard this, and he said angrily.

"But..." The girl opened her mouth, still wanting to defend herself.

"It's nothing to worry about. My young master is coming soon. You two should get out of here. Otherwise, I'll let you know what will happen if you offend the majesty of the Wu family!"

The young man in gray was rather impatient, and directly interrupted the girl's words, and sternly reprimanded her.

"Wu Family!"

"It's the second young master of the Wu family!"

"It turned out to be from the Wu family. No wonder this servant is so arrogant."

"It's not just arbitrariness! Whoever dares to provoke someone from the Wu family, whoever provokes him, will have to walk away without food."

Hearing the word Wu Family, the faces of the diners in the inn were a little unnatural, the eyes they looked at the gray-clothed youth changed, and many people whispered and muttered.

Hearing that the young man in gray was from the Wu family, the faces of the two teenagers turned pale. Obviously, they had also heard of this famous Wu family.

At this time, some people couldn't stand it anymore.

"It's so deceiving!"

Song Fan's face was gloomy, and he slapped his palm on the table with all his strength, and there was a muffled bang, and the wine table was shattered, and the wood chips shot out, and the wood chips hit the young man in gray one after another, blowing him away Going out, he stumbled hard.

"How dare you touch me, I'm from the Wu family." The young man in gray struggled to get up, his face full of disbelief, as if Song Fan had done something earth-shattering.

"Hmph! Not only do I dare to touch you, I also want to teach that young master you speak of. I want to see what will happen if I offend the majesty of the Wu family?" Song Fan clenched his fists and sneered endlessly.

When he thought about it, the second young master of the Wu family was probably Song Zhen, Yan Lei and his ilk, with shallow cultivation, but relying on the power of the family to bully the weak and cause harm.

"Who wants to touch this young master, you are quite courageous!"

At this moment, a lazy voice came from outside, and then a large group of people walked into the inn aggressively. Seeing this large group of people coming, they all backed away, for fear of getting into trouble.

Surrounded by this large group of people in the center was a handsome and handsome Mr. Jia.

"Second young master, it's this kid. Not only did this kid hurt the servant, he also uttered wild words, saying that he would teach you a lesson, young master. For the sake of the Wu family's dignity, you must punish him severely."

Seeing this large group of people entering the inn, the young man in gray immediately went forward and said flatteringly to the second young master of the Wu family.

"Oh?" The second young master of the Wu family raised his eyebrows, and suddenly pulled out the long sword from his waist, pointed at Song Fan's nose, and said arrogantly: "Boy, you said you want to teach me a lesson? Do you know who this young master is? ? This young master is the dignified second young master of the Wu family, Wu Liang."

Hearing this, Song Fan glanced at the second young master of the Wu family named Wu Liang, and it was exactly as he had expected. This second young master of the Wu family was deficient in body, full of yin and yang, his body had already been drained by wine, and he had no cultivation at all. How can there be any sword, it's just a show.

It's just that the guards behind him are all masters of peak cultivation, which surprised Song Fan secretly. It seems that the power of this Wu family is really not small.

"You're dumb, my young master is asking you something." Seeing Song Fan's silence, the gray-clothed young man thought that Song Fan felt guilty and afraid after seeing so many well-trained guards, and said sternly.

In the inn, all the diners looked at Song Fan with pity. If he got involved with Wu Liang, an unreasonable dude, he would not end well.

"Huh!" Song Fan snorted coldly, flicked his finger, and flicked it on the sharp tip of the sword. With a crisp sound, Wu Liang was immediately shocked back several steps, and the long sword in his hand almost fell out.

Song Fan shook his head disdainfully, he only used half of his strength, and the second young master of the Wu family couldn't bear it, which was too weak.

"You! You are courting death!" Wu Liang became furious at being humiliated by Song Fan in front of everyone, and the long sword in his hand changed suddenly, stabbing directly at Song Fan's face.

Song Fan didn't care, he flicked out with his finger, and flicked towards the stabbing long sword.

"Zheng!"

Under this flick, Wu Liang's arm shook suddenly, the direction of the long sword's stabbing changed suddenly, it turned to his own neck, and then the long sword slashed across his neck.With a snort, a bloodstain appeared on Wu Liang's neck. He remained motionless for a moment, his eyes opened wide, and with a plop, he fell to the ground.

This Wu Liang was not good at learning, and he met Song Fan face to face, but he died by his own sword.

"died!"

Looking at Wu Liang who was lying on the ground, Song Fan was taken aback for a moment, and then his face changed suddenly.

On weekdays, this Wu Liang relied on his family's power to bully the weak and cause harm to one side. Now that he died under his own sword, he deserved his crime, but he might be in some trouble.

As soon as he arrived in the Dayan Dynasty, he was involved in a life lawsuit, which made Song Fan feel a headache.

Wu Liang fell headlong to the ground, the whole inn fell silent, everyone held their breath, not daring to take a breath, only the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard.

"The second young master is dead!"

The young man in gray turned pale, and the guards also showed shock. They didn't expect that Wu Liang, who was showing off his power just now, would be killed in an instant, and he still died by his own sword.

The hearts of these guards sank to the bottom of the valley. Wu Liang died. As Wu Liang's personal guards, they may not be able to escape the blame.

"It was you, you killed the second young master!"

After a while, the young man in gray came to his senses, pointed at Song Fan, and shouted hoarsely.

"He himself is not good at learning, and he died under his own sword. What does it have to do with me?"

Song Fan spread his hands innocently.

Seeing Wu Liang lying on the ground, with a bloodstain on his neck, holding a sword in one hand, with bloodstains on the sword, it really looks like he committed suicide.

"What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and take down this murderer, otherwise, we will all be implicated and executed by Ling Chi."

The gray-clothed youth's complexion was flushed, and he roared in a stern voice.

Hearing the roar of the young man in gray, the guards came to their senses and looked at Song Fan with hostility.