He didn't even frown, worried that it would arouse the other party's suspicion. He wanted to know why these people would target him.
"Huh?" I heard at least three people on the other side respond: "Yes, it's very possible, it's him!"
Nangong Haotian wanted to continue listening, but at this moment, the bartender had already brought the wine and food with a smile on his face.
As soon as the bartender put the dishes on the table, filled the plates with wine, and turned around to leave, Nangong Haotian picked up the chopsticks and picked up the dishes while continuing to listen.
"At such a young age, I don't believe that he has such profound kung fu." Someone over there still said disapprovingly: "Even if he has been practicing kung fu since he was born, he has only been practicing kung fu for seventeen or eighteen years."
"You know what the hell, do you think that having piercing eyes and bulging temples means that he has profound gong?" Hearing this, another person said angrily: "I'm telling you, people with truly profound gong don't have these things. That's what they call it.
...What's that called..."
The first one to speak said: "That's called Hua Guang Nei Yin..."
The person who was thinking about the noun suddenly said: "By the way, that's called Huaguang Neinyun, the authentic Zen skill!"
"No matter what you say, I still don't believe it." The one just now still said disapprovingly: "If you think it is, you can call him by name immediately and see if he agrees?"
"Ah?" As soon as the words fell, the two people said in shock: "My living ancestor, who dares to call his name? If you dare to shout, give you a finger if you piss him off."
Nangong Haotian frowned when he heard this, and he couldn't figure out who those people were talking about.
Because he learned the Jinghong Finger two or three days ago, and he hasn't used it yet. How do others know that he can use the Jinghong Finger?
According to the conversation between the four people, it seemed that he was talking about him, but in fact, there must be someone else, but that person might also be a young man wearing a white shirt and wearing a cloth-wrapped scabbard.
Thinking of this, Nangong Haotian couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. He was becoming more and more sensitive. This place was hundreds of miles away from the northwest mountainous area. No matter how fast it was, it would be impossible for his news to come out in such a short time.
Bar.
Thinking of this, Nangong Haotian drank all the Zhuangyuanhong in the cup and stopped listening to what those people were talking about, but immediately, Nangong Haotian became speechless.
This Zhuang Yuan Hong wine was so strong that Nangong Haotian felt a burning pain in his throat.
It was the first time for him to drink wine in this world, which made him realize that eating meat in big mouths and drinking in big bowls was not that simple.
After finishing his meal in a hurry, Nangong Haotian waved to a nearby bartender and pointed at the table, indicating that he could pay the bill.
However, the bartender hurried over with a smile on his face, bowed repeatedly and said respectfully: "Sir, someone has paid your bill."
Nangong Haotian was stunned when he heard this, and asked in surprise: "Who is that person?"
The bartender looked embarrassed and hesitantly laughed. The middle-aged Confucian scholar and two middle-aged rough men at the table opposite had already stood up and walked over.
The rough middle-aged man with a face like the bottom of a pot and eyes like copper bells asked in a deep voice: "Is this little brother Nangong Haotian?"
"Yes, this boy is Nangong Haotian!" Nangong Haotian looked calm, glanced at the three of them, nodded slightly, and said lightly: "I wonder what you want?"
"Ah!" As soon as he finished speaking, there were several exclamations in the restaurant.
The four people who had just been talking in a low voice had already stood up from their seats with a loud bang, and their chairs were overturned to the ground. However, they did not pay attention, and they all looked this way in surprise.
After seeing this situation, the other drinkers stopped drinking, talking, and guessing, and looked at Nangong Haotian with puzzled eyes.
Another strong man with a purple face looked at the people around him and said in a deep voice: "Since you are Nangong Haotian, please come with me..."
Nangong Haotian was still sitting in his seat, looked up at the man, and asked indifferently: "Where are you going?"
The strong man with a purple face continued: "The small river ditch in the south of the city!"
"What are you going to do?" Nangong Haotian asked calmly with his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
The strong man with a purple face said in a deep voice: "Let's talk about something."
"Is it important?" Nangong Haotian asked.
The strong man with copper bell eyes said impatiently: "Little brother, you are very smart, why are you so stupid? If it is not important, why don't you just talk about it here?"
"Well!" Nangong Haotian glanced at the three of them, but did not respond to his rudeness and said, "So I have to go!"
The strong man with a purple face said in a deep voice: "If you are afraid, don't go."
"Hahaha..." Hearing this, Nangong Haotian smiled hoarsely and said, "Lead the way."
With that said, Nangong Haotian stood up, took out a piece of broken silver and threw it on the table. He looked at several bartenders who were in a daze and said calmly: "Whoever paid the bill will be refunded to whom!"
When the middle-aged Confucian scholar heard this, he didn't say a word and walked downstairs first, followed by two strong men in a hurry.
Nangong Haotian crossed his arms across his chest, held the Netherworld Dragon-Slaying Sword in his arms, and followed him with an indifferent expression.
Several bartenders hurriedly looked at each other and cheered, saying: "Thank you for the reward!"
Several responses came from downstairs, saying: "Thank you!"
Nangong Haotian walked down the stairs unhurriedly. When he saw the slightly dazzling sun, he squinted his eyes out of habit. After getting used to it, he walked out of the restaurant.
The street was busy, but due to the large number of people, the middle-aged Confucian scholar and two strong men had disappeared.
Although Nangong Haotian didn't know the location of the small river ditch in the south of the city, as long as he left the city and walked south, there would be someone to meet him on the way.
While thinking about it, Nangong Haotian didn't look back, walked slowly out of the city gate along South Street, and continued walking towards the south.
The streets outside Nanguan were equally lively, but there were far fewer people on the streets than in the city. Nangong Haotian paused, looked around, and found no such thing as an ambush before continuing to move forward.
After advancing less than a few dozen feet, a person slowly stood up in the grass beside the road and slowly walked towards the center of the road.
Nangong Haotian frowned when he saw it, because that person turned out to be a young Huazi, about eighteen or nineteen years old.
As soon as the young Huazi reached the middle of the road, he cupped his fists towards Nangong Haotian and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "You are the young hero Nangong!"