Beauty's personal servant

"That's enough. Your impact is enough to make Fengyun building turbulent and affect Fengyun building's business. So stop! "

A voice suddenly remembered, but an old bartender who had stood silently in the corner opened his mouth.

With his words, the old bartender moved, and the next moment he appeared between Chen Feng and Ji Feng. A pair of thin palms respectively poked towards the two men in the battle.

"Go away!" How arrogant Ji Feng was. How could he stop doing it because of an old man's word? Immediately he gave a big drink, and his move to attack Chen Feng suddenly changed direction and turned to attack the old bartender.

However, Chen Feng's face changed. Just now, the old bartender has been sitting silently aside, very inconspicuous. Even Chen Feng didn't detect it. Now when the other party is in his early days, Chen Fengqiang finds a difference in his mental strength.

The other party's mental strength is not weaker than himself, even higher than himself.

This had to make Chen Feng secretly stunned and frightened. His spiritual level has reached the later stage of Mahayana, and there are few monks who can compete with him in the cultivation world. However, the present is indeed appeared.

Without any hesitation, Chen Feng suddenly stopped, stepped back and left the battle circle.

For Chen Feng's performance, there was a flash of appreciation in the turbid eyes of the old bartender. Looking at Ji Feng, there was a bit more cold between his eyebrows.

I saw his thin palm swing slowly, as if driving away the buzzing mosquitoes and flies around him.

However, Ji Feng's face changed greatly.

He only felt a strong force coming from the old bartender's hand. Without any chance of resistance, Ji Feng flew out pale, like a piece of wood swept away by the flood, without any sense of hardship.

After withdrawing for tens of meters, Ji Feng stood coldly.

The old bartender seemed very reluctant to have any accident in Fengyun building. Ji Feng flew all the way without bumping into a table and chair.

"Who the hell are you?" Ji Feng's face was as gloomy as water, and his voice and color shouted fiercely.

Although the old man shows great strength, as the eldest son of Longmen, he is still not satisfied. There are so many powerful people in the family, even Sanxian.

"I'm just an old bartender in Fengyun building. You guys, drinking in Fengyun building is naturally popular. However, if you dare to do it here, you will inevitably bump some tables and chairs. At that time, I'm afraid you can't afford it." The old bartender's tone is vicissitudes, but it gives people a deep pressure.

"Joke, just a few tables and chairs, can't I afford it?" Ji Feng smiled sarcastically, "my dragon's gate is above the cultivation world. What doesn't exist?"

With that, Ji Feng suddenly broke a table around him, and then shouted wildly, "old man, do you see that I have broken a table, do you dare to let me accompany you?"

"Dare you let me accompany you?" Seeing the arrogant Ji Feng, Chen Feng couldn't help glancing: "this guy, don't you have a brain?"

Since the other party dares to stand up and stop the fight, he is naturally not afraid of the identity of both sides. But Ji Feng is still arrogant. It's ridiculous.

"Yes, old man, the eldest childe is the eldest childe of Longmen. He smashed your Fengyun building to give you face. Dare you let him deserve it?" These friars standing on Ji Feng's side also roared and coaxed. They were not strong one by one. They had the momentum of pretending to be powerful.

"Alas - what a group of children who don't know how to respect the old man“ The old wine captain sighed and said with regret. Then, his bent body slowly turned around and looked at Chen Feng: "what about you? Will you accompany me? "

While talking, the old bartender looked at the sitting posture of the chapter where Chen Feng had just sat without a trace.

There, a palm print was deeply printed on the desktop. Obviously, it was the result of Chen Feng's angry slap on the table just now.

Chen Feng took a breath, then piled up a smile on his face and said, "you have to pay for breaking things. Although Chen Feng is young, he knows this truth."

While talking, Chen Feng flashed in his hand. The next moment, a storage ring appeared and respectfully handed it to the old bartender: "senior, there are 10000 top-grade spirit stones in it. I have the right to take it as my compensation."

"Is Chen Feng a fool?" When Chen Feng opened his mouth, everyone's face changed. Even Tu Sheng's eyes looking at Chen Feng were very strange.

It's just a table. Can it be worth more than 10000 top-grade spirit stones?

Ten thousand top-grade spirit stones can already buy a top-grade spirit weapon of good quality. Even Ji Feng, the eldest son of Longmen, should pay attention to this wealth, not to mention the rising star of meteorite city these days.

Only Chang Ling's beautiful eyes looked curiously at Chen Feng. I didn't know what was thinking in her little head.

The old bartender accepted the storage ring with satisfaction, and a smile appeared on his face for the first time: "young man, he is young and has such a strong understanding of kendo. He must be a king of Kendo in the future."

"Thank you for your praise." Chen Feng said respectfully. At this time, he felt more and more that the old bartender was extraordinary.

The old bartender smiled and hung Chen Feng aside. Then he turned his head and looked at Ji Feng: "what about you?"

"I said, even if I pay, you dare either?" Ji Feng's eyes were deep and full of threats.

"Why not?" The old wine keeper squeezed out a smile on his old face and said, "even if your elders of Longmen come, I still want them to compensate, not to mention you?"

"Who the hell are you?" Ji Feng's eyes were cold. The old bartender's words made him feel uneasy.

The old wine keeper flashed a faint look in his old eyes: "who am I? You don't deserve to know. Who do you want to know? Let the elder Shimen ask me!"

Then the old bartender stretched out his hand and showed a yellow tooth towards Ji Feng: "bring the compensation, or you will go out sideways."

"Presumptuous!" Ji Feng flew into a rage and shot angrily.

But the old bartender smiled coldly. Then, he didn't see any action. Ji Feng flew out again. This time, he fell harder and couldn't get up. He vomited blood at the corners of his mouth. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

Chen Feng looked at the thin old man with fear in his eyes.

Just now he felt very clearly that the old man did not use any real yuan at all. From beginning to end, he relied on the strength of his body itself.

With the strength of the body, Chen Feng might as well make Ji Feng fall to the ground seriously and spit blood.

Chen Feng asked himself that if he was in Ji Feng's position, I'm afraid the outcome would not be much better.

How terrible should this old bartender be?