I'm so cheap, you don't want to hit me, do you?

Then the smile on the shopkeeper's face stopped abruptly...

"Anger +66."

"That's fine too."

Wang Xuan didn't know whether to be happy or depressed.

"As for?"

There are many guests coming down to eat one after another.

There are quite a few of them with unusual auras, and they are obviously strong.

But everyone is very polite to each other.

No one is so arrogant as to write the word master on his face.

Who knows how many powerful people have come to this small town.

That Zishen obviously has a bit of reputation in Jiang Hu.

Not long after Wang Xuan sat down, he saw many people coming to say hello to Zishen.

For these people, Wang Xuan would often put in his mouth with a smile, looking familiar.

These are all potential friends.

"Zishen, I didn't expect us to live in the same inn. A year ago, I went to Xiaoshengxianzhuang with my master to pay a visit to Mr. Zhang Liang. At that time, I heard that you went out to travel."

A young man was obviously familiar with Zishen.

"That's right! I've been traveling for more than a year, and it's time for me to go back to Songhai."

Zishen was quite emotional.

"Are these two your friends?"

The other party glanced at Shaoyu and Wang Xuan.

Shaoyu nodded slightly, as a greeting.

This guy is quite aloof, but I have to say that he is not very old, but he is born with a dignified appearance, which makes people dare not underestimate him.

Wang Xuan was more enthusiastic, and immediately went up and held the other party's hand, wishing to chat for three days and three nights.

That posture completely confused the opponent.

I thought: "So intimate, could it be that I have met him before and I forgot about it?"

At the moment, he was puzzled: "You are?"

Wang Xuan almost blurted out subconsciously that I am my mother's son.

Zishen and Shaoyu next to him already had painful expressions on their faces.

Wang Xuan chuckled and said: "I am Daqin's Haoerlang, my father's good son, a young man with morality, integrity, conscience, and good looks."

The man was speechless for a moment.

Who asked you this!

I'm afraid it's not a second-hand product.

The man's hand trembled, and he finally broke free from Wang Xuan's grasp, then he left in a panic and returned to his table.

Shaoyu and Zishen looked at each other, thinking at the time, whether this bastard Wang Xuan sitting next to him would affect his image.

And at this moment, Wang Xuan heard a burst of chaotic footsteps.

Looking up, I saw Qingluan, the square-faced man and other Bainiao members walking towards this side.

Looks like he's down for lunch too.

Zishen immediately lowered his head and muttered, "Why are they?"

"Who?"

Shao Yu asked in a low voice.

"A member of the South Korean assassin organization Under the Night."

"So it's them, Brother Zishen has enmity with them?"

Shao Yu asked.

"A bit unpleasant."

Zishen and the others sat close to the corner, so when they lowered their heads, they would not be easily noticed.

But in the next moment, Zishen noticed that all the birds were looking at their table in unison.

"What's the matter? Is my temperament so outstanding? They found themselves at a glance?"

Zishen grasped the sword subconsciously.

Qingluan has a large number of people, and there is no shortage of masters.

Zishen felt a little bitter.

Why didn't I find out that the people from Bainiao were also staying in this inn yesterday, if I knew it, I would have changed to another inn.

The people of Bainiao naturally also discovered the existence of Zishen.

In fact, it was Wang Xuan who they discovered first.

This guy looked around, like a thief, and didn't know what he was thinking about.

In this kind of place where everyone is silent, his sneaky performance is too conspicuous.

However, Bainiao did have some grievances with Zishen, and even two members of Bainiao were seriously injured by Zishen.

It was supposed to take revenge, but now he didn't know what to do, because Wang Xuan was sitting there.

And Wang Xuan is an eleventh-rank warrior, they are speculating about the relationship between Wang Xuan and Zishen, if they make a move, if Wang Xuan helps Zishen, it seems that they may not be able to do it.

But if you don't make a move, you will be a little unwilling if you finally come across it.

Zishen absolutely never thought that he would escape disaster because of Wang Xuan.

The people from Bainiao passed them by and sat in the seats inside.

Zishen was already ready to fight, but he was relieved that nothing happened.

He was thinking about why the people from Bainiao didn't make a move, and finally he looked at Shaoyu.

The young master of the Xiang clan, the successor of the military family.

Today, the remnants of Chu State are active in various places.

They must be afraid of Shaoyu's status.

Thinking of this, Zishen puffed up his chest instead.

Wang Xuan was a little regretful, the people from Bainiao didn't even say hello to him, which made him lose a lot of anger.

"It seems that we have to find a way to communicate with them."

Originally, both parties restrained themselves and ate their own meals.

But people, once you are full and full, it is easy to find trouble.

When Zishen finished his meal and went to pay for the meal, he bowed to the shopkeeper according to Confucian etiquette.

The square-faced man who had long been hostile to Zishen snorted coldly, "You hypocrite."

Zishen quit immediately.

Although there are many people in Qingluan, they seem to be afraid of Shaoyu, so they said loudly: "You Korean killers, how many Zhongliang have been killed, and the demise of South Korea, you have an inescapable responsibility, what right do you have to criticize me?"

When Zishen said this, Wang Xuan immediately chimed in and said, "Zishen is right, how can you Qingluan be so cruel, it's too much!"

"Anger +299."

"Anger +399."

"Anger +300."

...

The square-faced man immediately said loudly: "It's better than your Confucian family, full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, full of male thieves and female prostitutes, a hypocrite with a human face and a beast heart."

Wang Xuan nodded and said: "You are right..."

"Anger +699."

The two sides said something to each other, and soon reached the point of drawing swords.

Wang Xuan saw that it was all right, the veterans are awesome.

He looked at Zishen with grief and indignation.

"Brother Zishen, people like Qingluan are too disgusting. How can you bear to attack Confucianism like this? If I have half of your ability, I will go up and beat them."

After all, Zishen was a young man, and when he heard it, he immediately jumped up and shouted: "You executioners, my third master Zhang Liang was persecuted by you in Korea back then, and today I will settle the score with you and let you know My Confucianism is not nobody."

Wang Xuan felt joy in his heart, the anger finally came up.

So he looked in the direction of Qingluan and the others again.

"People scold you like this, can you bear it? Why are you so good-tempered, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?"

The square-faced man could also tell that Wang Xuan and Zi Shen were not in the same group, and shouted, "Come on! Who is afraid of whom?"

After finishing speaking, he drew his sword and raised the table case, and flew towards Zishen.

And here Shaoyu and Zishen were not to be outdone, they picked up their weapons and threw away the flying table, and charged forward.

The inn quickly turned into a martial arts practice, playing ping-pong, table and chairs flying around.

The shopkeeper found out that Wang Xuan, who had provoked the anger of the two parties, was looking for a secluded place to sit there, and poured himself a glass of wine happily.

While drinking and admiring.

"Hehe! You can still have fun watching after dinner. This is not much more exciting than those martial arts movies of later generations."

Chapter 340 The old man's shoes fell off