Looking in the direction where the sound came from, Song Fan saw at a glance a young man in gray clothes wearing a servant's outfit, standing aside with an arrogant look on his face, and the person he was scolding was clearly the one he was scolding.
Those two unattractive young men.
"What an evil slave!" A trace of disgust flashed across Song Fan's face, and he thought to himself.
Being scolded like this, the two young men looked a little ugly. The girl's pretty face turned red and she retorted in a low voice: "Isn't there still room in the inn? Why do we have to give up our seats?"
"Yes." The young man also echoed.
"You two are so brave. My young master has chosen this position. It is your blessing. How dare you disobey!"
When the young man in gray clothes heard this, his face darkened and he said angrily.
"But..." The girl opened her mouth and wanted to defend herself.
"It's nothing to worry about. My young master will be here soon. You two should get out of here. Otherwise, I will let you know the consequences of offending the dignity of the Wu family!"
The young man in gray clothes was quite impatient and interrupted the girl directly and scolded her sternly.
"Wu family!"
"It's the second young master of the Wu family!"
"It turns out he is from the Wu family. No wonder this slave is so arrogant."
"It's more than arrogant! Anyone who dares to offend a member of the Wu family will be left with nothing to eat."
Hearing the word "Wu Family", the faces of the diners in the inn were a little unnatural, and their eyes changed when they looked at the young man in gray. Many people even whispered and murmured.
Hearing that the young man in gray was from the Wu family, the two young men turned pale. Apparently, they had also heard of this famous Wu family.
At this time, some people couldn't stand it anymore.
"It's just too much!"
Song Fan looked gloomy, and slapped his palm on the table with all his strength. With a muffled bang, the wine table was shattered into pieces, and sawdust shot out. Those splinters hit the young man in gray and blew him away.
I went out and stumbled hard.
"How dare you touch me? I'm from the Wu family." The young man in gray struggled to get up, with a look of disbelief on his face, as if Song Fan had done something earth-shattering.
"Hmph! Not only do I dare to touch you, I also want to teach the young master you are talking about. I want to see what will happen if you offend the majesty of the Wu family?" Song Fan clenched his fists and sneered.
Endless.
In his opinion, the second young master of the Wu family was probably someone like Song Zhen or Yan Lei. He had a shallow cultivation, but relied on the family's power to bully the weak and bring disaster to one side.
"Who wants to touch this young master? He is quite courageous!"
At this moment, a lazy voice came from outside, and then a large group of people entered the inn aggressively. Seeing this large group of people approaching, everyone else retreated for fear of getting into trouble.
Surrounded by this large group of people in the center was a handsome young master.
"Second Young Master, this is the boy. This boy not only injured the slave, but also uttered arrogant words, saying that he wanted to teach you a lesson, Young Master. For the sake of the dignity of the Wu family, you must punish him severely."
Seeing this large group of people walking into the inn, the young man in gray immediately stepped forward to greet him and said flatteringly to the second young master of the Wu family.
"Oh?" The second young master of the Wu family raised his eyebrows, suddenly pulled out the long sword from his waist, pointed it at the tip of Song Fan's nose, and said arrogantly: "Boy, you said you want to teach me a lesson? Do you know who I am?
?This young master is the dignified second young master of the Wu family, Wu Liang."
Hearing this, Song Fan glanced at the second young master of the Wu family named Wu Liang, and it was exactly as he expected. This second young master of the Wu family was in poor health, with yin and yang in decline. His body had long been drained by wine and sex, and he had no cultivation at all.
There is no way to make a sword, it's just a showpiece.
However, the guards behind him were all masters of peak cultivation. This actually surprised Song Fan secretly. It seemed that the power of the Wu family was really quite big.
"You are mute. My young master is asking you a question." Seeing Song Fan not saying a word, the young man in gray clothes thought that Song Fan was feeling guilty and scared after seeing so many highly trained guards, so he said in a stern voice.
In the inn, the diners looked at Song Fan with pity. If he offended Wu Liang, an unreasonable playboy, the outcome would not be much better.
"Hmph!" Song Fan snorted coldly, then flicked his finger on the sharp sword tip. With a crisp sound, Wu Liang was immediately knocked back several steps, and the sword in his hand almost came out.
Song Fan shook his head disdainfully. He only exerted half of his strength, but the second young master of the Wu family couldn't bear it. It was too weak.
"You! You are looking for death!" Being so humiliated by Song Fan in front of everyone, Wu Liang became furious and the sword in his hand suddenly changed and stabbed directly towards Song Fan's face.
Song Fan didn't care, he flicked it out with a finger and flicked it towards the stabbing sword.
"Zheng!"
Under this bullet, Wu Liang's arm shook violently, and the direction of the long sword suddenly changed. It turned to his neck, and then the long sword passed across his neck. With a sneer, Wu Liang's neck
A trace of blood appeared everywhere, and he became motionless for a moment, his eyes widened, and with a pop, he fell to the ground.
Wu Liang was not good at studying and he died under his own sword when he met Song Fan.
"Dead!"
Looking at Wu Liang who fell to the ground, Song Fan was stunned for a moment, and then his expression suddenly changed.
On weekdays, Wu Liang relied on his family's power to bully the weak and bring trouble to others. Now that he died under his own sword, he deserved it, but he might be in some trouble.
As soon as he arrived in the Dayan Dynasty, he was involved in a life-threatening lawsuit, which gave Song Fan a big headache.
Wu Liang fell to the ground, and the whole inn fell silent. Everyone held their breath and did not dare to take a breath. The only sound they could hear was swallowing saliva.
"The second young master is dead!"
The young man in gray suddenly turned pale, and the guards also looked shocked. None of them expected that Wu Liang, who had shown off his power just now, would be killed in an instant, and he died by his own sword.
The hearts of these guards sank to the bottom. Wu Liang was dead. As Wu Liang's personal guards, they probably could not escape the blame.
"It was you, it was you who killed the second young master!"
After a while, the young man in gray came to his senses, pointed his finger at Song Fan, and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"He himself was not good at learning and died by his own sword. What does it have to do with me?"
Song Fan spread his hands with an innocent look on his face.
Looking at Wu Liang lying on the ground, with a blood mark on his neck, and holding a sword in one hand with blood stains on the sword, it really looked like he had committed suicide.
"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you catch this murderer quickly? Otherwise, we will all be implicated and executed by Ling Chi."
The young man in gray turned red and shouted in a stern voice.
Hearing the roar of the young man in gray, the guards suddenly woke up and looked at Song Fan with hostility.