Fengjiu stepped downstairs and glanced outside. Seeing that there were many people around the inn, she ignored them. Instead, she found a table nearby and sat down, poured a glass of water and drank it.

Because there were too many people around outside, they could not see the battle situation, and only the sound of fists falling down, the clapping and applause of Zhou Guan, and the curse of the night.

When she heard the curse, she was not worried that he would suffer. After the waiter had a snack, she moved her chopsticks and started eating. Xiao Duanyun lay obediently on the chair beside her and did not run around.

"Young Master, this is your porridge, and there are two side dishes to serve the porridge." The shopkeeper personally brought it to Feng Jiu, while carefully paying attention to his expression, but he saw that he was not in a hurry at all, just as if the boy fighting with someone outside didn't know him.

Seeing this, he had to retreat and stop speaking.

"Ah! My eyes!"

There was a scream outside, and the onlookers saw the young man in purple punching the little bully's eyes, making him scream. As soon as he let go, one of the eyes quickly turned black and even his face on the other side was swollen.

"Hmph! You dare to mess with me? You just don't have eyes! Since you don't have eyes, I'll teach you a lesson! Let you know who can't mess with me!"

Duan Ye snorted coldly, rushed forward again, and kicked the man. Unexpectedly, the kicked foot was grabbed and turned, and he also turned around, feeling a force that was pushed out.

The purple figure turned somersaults in the air and landed on the ground, but failed to stabilize his pace and took a few steps back before he could barely stabilize. He turned cold and stared at the person coming, sternly saying, "Who are you? Want to give this a head for him?"

"Your Excellency will stop when you see it. If you are too much, I'm not polite!" The person who came was a middle-aged man with the strength of Jindan. He just glanced at Duan Ye and then warned him.

It was obvious that he could see Duan Ye’s peak foundation building strength at a glance, but even the peak foundation building strength was vulnerable to the Jindan monk, so he warned that it would be too insulting to deal with a foundation building cultivator with the cultivation of the Jindan power. <>

"You're welcome? Hahaha, if you don't get out of here, don't blame me for being rude!" Duan Ye raised his head and laughed, but his sharp eyes were like little beasts, bloodthirsty and cold, and his fighting spirit surged. Obviously, he was not afraid that the other party was a Jindan cultivator.

"Is this man crazy? That middle-aged man is the uncle of the little bully. He is a Jindan monk. How dare he provoke him?"

"Maybe this boy came from a noble family? Otherwise, where did he get the courage and courage?"

"But I didn't see anyone protecting him. Moreover, even if it was really a noble family from a noble family? If someone was killed here, it would be nothing."

"That's right, the little bully killed someone last month, and no one dared to say anything to them. Even the city lord turned a blind eye. The young man in purple looked like he came from outside, and he didn't know the little bully's reputation."

"But his strength is above the Little Overlord. He can actually beat Little Overlord to cry and call him mother. It's really satisfying."

Listening to the discussions of everyone around him, the middle-aged man's eyes turned cold, and the pressure of the golden elixir swept away, and the people all closed their mouths one by one.
Chapter completed!