But this is no big deal. Liang Chen didn't think much about it and nodded in response with a smile.

As the two of them said this, a loud sound like a bell had already sounded on the Baishi Path, "Lao Yu, are you still pretending to be tea? Haha, seeing me, a real tea art master, are you still embarrassed to pretend there?" The voice laughed, and there was a sarcastic smile between friends in the voice.

"Look, look, this immortal, I've become accustomed to squeezing me as soon as I came." Uncle Yu was so angry that his beard was raised and he snorted angrily.

"Who do you think is the immortal? I think you are the immortal! Do you dare to scold me Yang Zhongyong? Do you believe it or not, I will kill you?" The voice said angrily. At this time, on the Baishi Path, under the escort of a cold guard between his eyebrows, an extremely tall old man walked over, wearing a yellow dress without a collar, and was a habitual armed belt around his waist. His face was rosy, without a beard, and his eyes were as big as copper bells. He looked extremely spiritual. Although he was over 70 years old, he walked with a dragon and tiger walking, and his waist was straight. He looked like a soldier. He was in his army, regardless of his energy, he was even better than many middle-aged people in a sub-health state.

At the same time, he naturally had a momentum of being powerful without anger. He had cold light in his eyes. Wherever he swept, he seemed to be able to sway the iron-blooded golden sword, which was full of majesty.

"Wow... What an old general." Liang Chen couldn't help but shouted in his heart. Just by this momentum, this old man is definitely not an ordinary person. What's more, how can there be ordinary people who can enter Uncle Yu's yard?

On the other side, Yang Zhongyong had already walked over and went up the steps directly. However, he saw Liang Chen, who was sitting upright at the last place in the guest seat from afar. He couldn't help but frown, his eyes were full of confusion.

Perhaps he also knew the rules here at Uncle Yu. Liang Chen was able to sit there swagger, which was enough to prove his status.

He walked over directly, went up the steps, glanced at Liang Chen again, and stopped looking at him. He sat on the stage with a golden sword, picked up a small purple clay pot and "sweetened" a sip of tea, and pointed to the teapot in Uncle Yu's hand, "Old Yu, it's not me who said you, but you are still drinking that Oriental Beauty Tea? Tsk tsk, listen to this name, how boring, it sounds so weak, I said, Lao Yu, why are you getting more and more cowardly as you live? Not only did you run to Jiangcheng, but you even softened the tea you drank, and you lost your backbone when you were young. Really, I doubt that you are still the Yu Zhanyuan you used to be." Yang Zhongyong shook his head and said authentically.

"You, don't you fart here, why did I run to Jiangcheng to stay? I'm disdainful of fighting with those bastards, otherwise, do you think they can be my opponent? Drinking tea is just drinking tea. Why do you do those things that don't have the smell of fart?" Yu Zhanyuan said furiously with his beard and pointed at Yang Zhongyong. As soon as the two met, they had a strong smell of gunpowder. It seemed that they wanted to fight one immediately.

Liang Chen was dumbfounded by the side. Unexpectedly, the older the two of them, the more they were, the more popular they were.

"You old man, I'm caring about you. You still bit Lu Dongbin so much, but you fart." Yang Zhongyong was not willing to be outdone, and his temper was even more popular than Uncle Yu. The two of them immediately patted the table and cursed at each other. Even the seven hundred years of millet and eight hundred years of chaff were turned out. The scolding was so intense that no one was willing to be weak. This also made Liang Chen very worried whether the two of them would really fight.
Chapter completed!