The street next to the Mercenary Union was extremely lively, and the sound of hawking and group formation came everywhere.
A group of people walked from the street, and a young man walked faintly in front.
When passing by a tavern, a faint song came from it. The boy paused, turned his head and explained a few words to everyone behind him, and then walked into the tavern with the girl beside him.
Under the dim light, several casually dressed waiters were busy back and forth, with the unique smell of inferior wine floating in the air. The boy didn't mind, so he pulled the girl and found a relatively empty place, and sat down on a table.
The young man was Yue Mochen who had just emerged from the Silent Hill. This was the first time he had entered a secular city since he was sensible. Although the area was much larger than the Qianyue Holy Land, he had to lose a lot in terms of momentum, so Yue Mochen did not have the embarrassment of "Liu Laolao's first entry into the Grand View Garden."
It was evening, and more and more mercenaries entered the tavern, and the small tavern became crowded. Soon after, all the tables were filled.
And the music became excited at this time. Yue Mochen held the wine glass and listened to the piano player's performance with interest.
At this time, an arrogant voice came from the door, and the tavern suddenly became quiet. Then, there was a chaotic voice of discussion.
"That guy is here again."
"Oh, we have to do business once a day, and we fight a few times each time!"
"There is no way. Who told me that I have a good cultivation level? I heard that he recently took him another servant, one of whom is a wandering warrior at the heaven level!"
"Tsk, just his three-legged cat skills will have a high level of cultivation? That is, he is lucky and will be reincarnated! If it weren't for his son, I would have eliminated the harm for the people."
"Stop talking, he's coming in, and it's going to be troublesome to let him hear you."
Suddenly, the tavern was back to peace. At this time, a figure stepped forward from the door, with an arrogant laugh: "Why are you so quiet? Are you all welcomed the arrival of this young master?"
No one answered. The guy who claimed to be my young master smiled and looked around with the dim light. After seeing Yue Moqing beside Yue Mochen, his eyes lit up and he walked towards the tables of the two.
This is a young man dressed in gorgeous clothes, with his cultivation level the same as Yue Mochen, and a second-level fighter, but the aura of the two middle-aged men who looked like servants behind him was relatively strong.
He walked to Yue Mochen with a swagger, looked up at the top with his eyes, and said in a look of no one, "Don't you know, I have always been sitting in this position?"
Suddenly, everyone's eyes were focused on Yue Mochen. At this time, the two of them had changed into ordinary warrior clothes. Their own temperament was also well hidden by the dim light. At this time, they looked like children from ordinary people.
At this time, someone whispered: "This boy is in trouble and was targeted by Fang Zixiong."
"Isn't it because of the woman next to him? You know, Fang Zixiong's best girlfriend, nine times in ten fights were robbing the girl."
"Oh, stop talking. If he hadn't been unlucky, we might have been unlucky. This guy holds his power and bullies the weak here all day long, so we can't afford to offend him."
But Yue Mochen, the person involved, ignored it, smiled faintly at the piano master, and said, "Why don't you play anymore? Keep going."
"Boy! Haven't you heard my young master talking to you? Do you know who my young master is? Our young master is the second young master of the Fang family! He is ungrateful!" A thinner servant yelled at Yue Mochen.
Upon hearing this, Fang Zixiong raised his eyebrows in cooperation, and raised his head higher, just looking at the roof, and he didn't know if his neck was tired.
If a person had a tail, I'm afraid the second son of the Fang family would have been soaring to the sky long ago.
Yue Mochen laughed uncontrollably, but on the surface he said seriously: "Cousin, have you heard that there seems to be a dog barking?"
Yue Moqing smiled sweetly and shouted in panic: "Hey, boss, do you still have dogs in your tavern? I'm most afraid of mad dogs biting people."
The servant who was a fake tiger power did not realize that Yue Mochen and the others were scolding him, but he thought that Yue Mochen was ignoring him. This feeling had never been encountered since he followed Fang Zixiong, which made him very unhappy.
"I don't know how to be polite! Boy, I'll give you a chance to get out of this door, and I just pretend that this has never happened."
"Oh, I screamed quite loudly. I don't know what it tastes like if I stewed."
As soon as Yue Mochen said this, everyone in the tavern laughed.
"My friend, don't do things too much. This is indeed our young master's position. You should leave."
Another servant said, this was his first time speaking. This man was about thirty years old and had a square face. In line with his tone at this moment, he had a bit of a straightforward and unrestrained look.
However, people cannot behave like a person, and no one knows what kind of person he is. Just like Sha Feicheng, a person who is so stupid on the surface, but Yue Mochen, who had been with him for a few days, found that this guy could be considered a stomach full of bad water, but he could only distinguish between right and wrong.
At this time, the thin servant saw his companion speak, but he seemed a little angry: "When is it your turn to speak?"
Upon hearing this, the servant shook his head and stopped talking.
Yue Mochen looked at him unexpectedly, and felt strange in his heart: In the early stage of Rongtian Realm, this square-faced servant would be drunk by a thin warrior at the height of the warrior? It seems that there must be another story in this.
He did not think that the other party was a cowardly person, because how could a cowardly person be promoted to the heavenly level in his thirties? Moreover, depending on the other party's appearance, his background is not too good, and there is no saying that he is cultivated by resources.
"Is his name written on it?" Yue Mochen said lightly.
Maybe it was because he was too tired to raise his head and his neck. At this time, Fang Zixiong finally lowered his head and stared at Yue Mochen who was still sitting on the chair, with murderous aura in his eyes.
When the thin man saw that he was strong, he thought to himself: It’s time to show off again!
I saw him shouting: "Looking for death!"
At the same time, his right fist was heading straight for Yue Mochen's storefront with a bitter fist wind!
Unexpectedly, this guy was not strong, but his fists were not small.
Yue Mochen turned around calmly, avoided the thin man's fist, kicked the opponent with his left foot slightly, and the thin man lost his center of gravity and fell forward.
Unable to avoid it, his face just hit the wine pot on the table in front of Yue Mochen.
The sound of cracks in wood, broken tiles, and the pain of the thin man sounded at the same time. The tavern owner looked heartbroken: My wine pot, my table!
Listening to the thin man's shrill cry, Fang Zixiong felt confused, but he still pretended to be calm, looked at the servant in the face and said, "Yang Wutian! You haven't taken action yet?!"