Eternal Demon King

"Whoosh!"

Just when the crowd was terrified, Sikong Ao carried a person and came out of the sky.

This is a thin, wrinkled old man.

At this moment, the old man was obviously injured, and his breath was sluggish to the extreme.

Obviously, Sikong Ao had just fought with this person.

"Brother, this person has been seriously injured by me, what are you going to do with him?"

Sikong Ao threw the old man to the ground as he spoke.

The old man specializes in spiritual cultivation and is good at concealment. He is a master of the nine-star peak, but he is not a match for Sikong Ao at all, but with only ten moves, he was easily won by Sikong Ao.

Yang Xuan's eyes were cold, looking at the dying old man, he asked casually, "Is it you who attacked me earlier?"

"So what? If you want to kill or slash, you can listen and respect."

The old man's face was gloomy, he raised his head without fear and looked at Yang Xuan.

"If you have the guts, I will give you a treat."

Yang Xuan pointed to the sword together, and a sword energy swept across, and the old man's head was in a different place in an instant, blood all over the floor.

"If you say kill, kill without mercy. This son's behavior is more ruthless than many devils!"

"That was the worship of Liu Xianming from the Jiuxiao faction. I didn't expect to end up like this today."

Many people knew the old man, and the conversation had both fear for Yang Xuan and sympathy for Liu Xianming.

As a worshiper of the Jiuxiao faction, although Liu Xianming's status is not as noble as Tan Anping's, he is also a respected powerhouse. Who knows, he will die.

As if there was no one around, Yang Xuan said proudly to Sikong, "Let's go, let's go eat."

"Have a meal?"

Although Yang Xuan didn't say where to eat, Sikong Ao didn't have to think about it to know that Yang Xuan was referring to Zuixiaolou.

Yang Xuan didn't say much, he stepped forward and strode towards Zuixiaolou.

Sikong Ao came back to his senses and strode up.

This scene, I don't know how many people were stunned, as if he didn't expect Yang Xuan to kill three important people of Jiuxiao faction in a row, now not only does not rush away, but also prepares to go to eat in other people's restaurants.

How arrogant and confident this is, he simply doesn't take the Jiuxiao faction seriously.

"During the daytime, are you not doing business? Open the door quickly, or the young master will set your entire restaurant on fire."

At this moment, a loud shout came from the mouth of Yang Xuan.

"No, the small door is open."

The door of Zuixiaolou opened, and a bald fat man in his thirties with a big belly walked out.

"You are?"

Yang Xuan glanced at this person.

"Hehe, my servant Li Yaozu is the chief shopkeeper of Zuixiaolou, and all affairs of Zuixiaolou are under my control."

The bald fat man trotted to Yang Xuan with a smile that was even uglier than crying.

Yang Xuan snorted, and said lightly, "You shouldn't have tipped off to that Jiuxiao faction while I'm not prepared, right?"

"How dare you, how dare you, please come in, Young Master."

Li Yaozu's face changed greatly, he shook his head again and again, and made a welcome gesture to Yang Xuan.

"That's right, this is just like saying, open the door to do business, how can there be any reason to keep customers away? Although I came to eat Bawang's meal this time, I am a guest no matter what, I am a guest, you Zuixiaolou You have to be treated well.”

"What the son said is that all consumption today is counted on a small account."

"Do you have bad ears? Grandpa said that he came to eat Bawang's meal. What does it count on your account, do you think I have no money?"

"No, no, the son has misunderstood."

Li Yaozu was in a cold sweat, and he just wanted Yang Xuan, the little ancestor, to leave quickly after eating and drinking.

In the distance, the crowd was stunned, and they couldn't believe that it was Li Yaozu, the shopkeeper of Drunk Sky Tower.

"and many more!"

Suddenly, Yang Xuan shouted to stop Li Yaozu, and his soft drink caused Li Yaozu to mix garlic under his feet and almost didn't fall.

He hunched over and asked tremblingly, "What else do you have to order, sir?"

"Well, it's better to be happy alone than everyone else. I'm going to invite some people to add to the fun for today's meal."

While speaking, Yang Xuan turned his head and greeted the crowd, "Don't look at them, come in with me."

Crowd, you look at me, I look at you, neither move nor move.

"If you come, come as soon as you come. What happened today was done by me alone. Even if the Jiuxiao faction wanted to settle the bill, it would only come to me, and if you just accompany me for a meal, is it possible that the Jiuxiao faction could kill you all?"

Hearing this, some daring people no longer hesitated and swarmed over.

Just like what Yang Xuan said, they were nothing more than a meal, and it was impossible for the Jiuxiao faction to kill them afterwards.

Besides, Jiuxiao faction really wants to come to the door, they can at most make up for one meal.

Li Yaozu wanted to cry but had no tears, so he had to lead everyone into the Zuixiaolou.

He knew that after today, he would definitely not be the big shopkeeper of Zuixiaolou, and he would even be severely punished by the Jiuxiao faction.

But at the moment, he just wanted to save his life and didn't dare to offend Yang Xuan at all.

With Yang Xuan's strength and ferocious nature, killing him was as simple as pinching an ant, and he was scared to death in his heart.

...

Inside the Zuixiao Tower, Yang Xuan was the host and entertained everyone.

He was very generous and forthright, and he instructed Li Yaozu to let him just serve good wine and good food, and he could add more if it was not enough.

"Dong Wenhua, I will give you a cup of respect to the young master."

"Young master invited me to eat and drink for free. I am so grateful and flattered. Here, I will drink three cups first."

At the dining table, a few people stood up to toast Yang Xuan, and they were very respectful in their words, completely treating Yang Xuan as a senior.

Yang Xuan and Sikong Ao dominated the table, and at the same time, they did not refuse anyone who came. They drank several glasses of wine in a row, and finally glanced at Li Yaozu, "What's your name?"

Li Yaozu didn't know whether Yang Xuan had a bad memory or was deliberately teasing himself, so he could only reply respectfully, "My dear Li Yaozu."

"Well, Guangzong Yaozu, this name is not bad."

Hearing this, Li Yaozu's heart scolded his mother.

Even honoring the ancestors, I can hardly keep my job.

Thinking so in his heart, Li Yaozu didn't dare to show it on his face. He asked with a smile, "Is your son satisfied with these people's food and drink?"

"I'm satisfied, just a little less."

Yang Xuan picked up a toothpick and picked his teeth, and then said: "Of course, it's not your fault, after all, there are too many people, but this drunken brew in your building wants to be good, when I leave, Remember to bring me more."

"Young master, it's not easy to brew this drunken fairy, and I'm afraid we can't give you too much from Zuixiaolou."

Li Yaozu said with a bitter face.

"You say it again, I didn't hear it clearly just now."

Yang Xuan crossed his legs and said casually.

"Little understands, let's go down and prepare, and bring all the drunken brew in stock to the young master."

Li Yaozu was sincere and frightened, but he did not dare to repeat the original words, and he did not dare to wait in front of Yang Xuan again, and retreated like a frightened bird.