Naturally, the two martial arts guards did not dare to stop him. The god-level young man was so respectful to the mad sword, which showed that the identity of the visitor was anything but ordinary.
"The momentum of these three guys is so terrifying."
"What are they doing in our small town?"
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The three of them walked on the narrow street and immediately attracted many passers-by's glances.
Most of the people walking in this city were masters around the emperor level. They were extremely surprised by the appearance of god-level masters.
Mu Bai and the other three ignored the looks of these passers-by, and under the guidance of the blond young man, they walked directly to a tavern.
The three of them were about to walk in.
"Kick this guy out." came an angry shout.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound.
I saw a black shadow flying out of the tavern and landing in front of Mu Bai's feet.
It was a young man with tattered clothes and disheveled hair who looked like a beggar. His body was filled with an unpleasant sour stench and the smell of drunken wine.
Kuang Dao frowned slightly and wanted to kick away the beggar blocking the road in front of him, but he was afraid of getting his feet dirty, so he had no choice but to give up. He snorted and asked the blond young man beside him: "People are just like this."
Here?"
The blond young man's face turned pale, he pointed at the beggar on the ground and said, "That's him."
"Is it him?" Kuang Dao was stunned for a moment.
The moment Mu Bai saw the beggar, he was already frozen in place, looking at him with complicated eyes, filled with hatred and a hint of other emotions.
"Wine, give me wine..." the beggar shouted drunkenly. As soon as he got up from the ground, he staggered towards the hotel.
Two waiters in green clothes rushed out of the tavern. Although they were ordinary people, they possessed the strength of an intermediate saint.
When a waiter saw the beggar approaching, he frowned with an extremely disgusted expression and cursed: "Asshole, you haven't paid back so much wine on credit last time, and now you come to drink again, are you looking for death?"
The beggar stood opposite the waiter, squinting his drunken eyes and laughing: "I only want one bottle, give me the wine."
"Bang!"
The waiter next to him punched the beggar hard in the stomach.
The beggar frowned suddenly, and his body curled up on the ground, but he did not scream in pain.
The beating waiter snorted coldly: "Don't stop us from doing business here, I'll beat you to death when we come back!"
After saying that, the two turned around and entered the tavern.
"Wine...Give me wine..."
The beggar suddenly stretched out a hand, grabbed the ankle of the messenger who had just beaten him, and shouted angrily: "Give me wine, this... put it in the account first this time, next time I do the task, just once