Super King of Soldiers in the City

When the shop assistant heard this, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch, but he still said, "That's natural. As long as you don't leave the inn, our inn will definitely protect you."

Hearing this, Wang Fan couldn't help nodding in satisfaction, and then he looked at Wang Huang's group with their ashen faces outside.

He looked at Wang Huang and his group, and the uncle usually went to the seat, raised Erlang's legs and asked, "Who are you and why are you looking for the young master? By the way, when did the young master offend you, why don't you remember?"

Seeing Wang Fan like this, not to mention Wang Huang's people are about to die of anger, even the monks around who have waited for Wang Fan for more than two years are a little bit resentful.

They could not wait to rush in immediately and beat the arrogant Wang Fan into eight pieces.

An ant, why are you so snarky, are you courting death?

At the same time, those monks also hated Wang Huang's group very much. If this group hadn't come, Wang Fan would have come out.

As soon as Wang Fan leaves the inn, they can immediately attack Wang Fan and **** Wang Fan's resources.

Two years have passed, and Wang Fan doesn't know how much of the good things are left. They have waited for two years, but the flowers they have been waiting for are about to be thanked.

But now it's better, Wang Fan is sitting there, deliberately not coming out.

Is this irritating?

Wang Huang stared at Wang Fan coldly, and said coldly: "Wang Fan, why do you have to pretend? You are still the number one person, and you are also the blood of my royal family. Don't you feel ashamed if you do this?"

Wang Fan?

Hearing this name, the expressions of many monks changed.

Wang Fan's fame, whether it is big or small, can't be said to be spread throughout the entire God's Domain, but there are some people who know it.

However, the reason why others have heard of Wang Fan is not because of how powerful and defiant Wang Fan is.

But because Wang Fan is the bloodline of the ancient royal family, and Wang Fan is the existence of Wang Batian's bloodline.

Wang Fan looked at Wang Huang, but it was like looking at two fools, and he pouted: "Stop, stop, don't be so close to the little master, what is your royal bloodline?"

"What kind of thing are you, are you qualified to compare with Xiaoye? Is your lowly bloodline qualified to compare with Xiaoye?"

"It's a piece of trash, and I want to get close to the young master, and I don't want to pee and take a look at what I am."

Wang Fan was not polite at all, and his tone was vulgar.

As soon as he said these words, let alone being aloof, Wang Huang's face was ashen, and he couldn't stand it.

Even those cultivators onlookers couldn't stand it.

Uncle's, it's really untidy.

After all, he is also a strong person in the realm of the gods, but now he is like the second ruffian among ordinary mortals.

It's just that their anger turned into anger, but no one spoke. Anyway, Wang Fan wasn't targeting them, it was their business.

Wang Huang's complexion was ashen, and his eyes were fixed on Wang Fan. That handsome face also became distorted in an instant, gnashing his teeth.

Wang Fan's words could be said to have hit his sore spot.

Because in terms of blood, they are really not as noble as Wang Fan, even in the Wang family.

Not to mention him, even his ancestor Wang Batian couldn't compare to Wang Fan in terms of noble blood.

It's just that Wang Fan came from the lower realm, a mud leg from the bottom.

His king, he was born noble and extraordinary, when has he been so humiliated by others, and he was actually scolded as lowly and trash?

Simply hateful.

Wang Fan didn't care, stared at Wang Huang and continued to provoke: "Don't talk nonsense, do you have anything else, if it's okay, I'll go back to my room to sleep, I've been very sleepy recently, I really want to sleep, but I don't have time to be with you ass. The ants are wasted."

Wang Fan can be said to be ruthless, and that mouth is astonishingly poisonous.

This emperor came for him, and it is said that it was to devour his blood. It is strange that he can give a good face to such garbage.

The reason why he didn't do it was because Wang Fan couldn't beat this guy, the peak of the Profound Realm God, he still couldn't shake his strength now.

It's just that if you can't beat this guy with your hands, then you can talk, and you will be mad at you bastard.

"Take it!"

Wang Huang's face was already as black as the bottom of a pot. He saw Wang Fan's rascal, dead pig's posture that he was not afraid of boiling water, and he was too lazy to take care of so much.

But at this moment, the shop clerk hurried out and stopped at the door: "What are you going to do, this is the Anxin Inn, in the inn, no one is allowed to do anything, and we also don't allow anyone to move. Guests of our inn."

He has a smile on his face, but it is still very useful at critical moments.

Even in the face of the king of the royal family, there is no fear at all.

When Wang Huang saw that the shop assistant dared to stop him, his eyes couldn't help but narrowed slightly, and then he soon returned to normal.

He smiled and said, "This fellow Daoist, we belong to the royal family of Batian City, I am the king, and he is a wanted criminal of my royal family. Are you sure you want to protect him and stop us?"

The shop assistant smiled and said, "I don't care who you are or what your background is. In short, the rules are the rules and cannot be broken. The reason why the inn has been able to stand here for many years is because of this word of mouth."

When Wang Huang heard this, he almost died of anger.

When did a mere shop clerk, a lowly service staff doing odd jobs, dare to stop him like this?

The reason why he talked so much nonsense was because he had also heard about the unusualness of this Anxin Inn, which was why he talked so much.

But now, since the other party doesn't give face, since the other party doesn't know interest, then he has nothing to be polite.

Wang Huang's face turned cold in an instant, and he said in a cold voice, "You really want to protect him, even if you offend my Wang family? You don't need to report to your boss?"

The shop assistant's face was also cold: "No need, I can call the shots at this time, even if our boss comes, he will support me."

He looked at the emperor and said rudely: "Also, don't always use your royal family to oppress people. Wang Batian is very strong, but what he can suppress is only the city of Batian City. Looking at the entire God's Domain, He can't cover the sky with one hand, and he can't manage here."

"Here, at the Anxin Inn, let alone you, even if Wang Batian comes in person, he has to obey the rules."

When Wang Huang heard this, he was immediately furious: "You are so brave, you dare to call my ancestor's name directly!"

The shop clerk just stepped aside: "What if you are bold? Do you dare to do it? If you have the ability, just step into the inn and try it?"

Compete against each other.

Wang Fan was stunned.

Good guy, is this still the shop guy?

Why does it feel like a different person, so overbearing.

Also, is it really good for you to take one bite of Wang Batian and one bite of Wang Batian?

Aren't you afraid that people will come directly and slap you to death?

Of course, thinking this way in his heart, Wang Fan said, "Yes, if you have the kind of thing, just step into the inn and try, come, come, or I will look down on you, garbage!"