C480 Make Way

"The short one is from Shanxi, Taiyuan. He is Shee Ji, the self-proclaimed Master Dui Yuan. He doesn't do many good things, but he still has some tricks up his sleeve. The tall one is from Luoyang. He is famous in the city, Fei Jianren. He doesn't have a bad reputation. I wonder where that monk came from." Knowing that the others didn't know where they came from, Zheng Mengsen said in a low voice.

As for the people at the table, they certainly didn't expect that they would suffer an undeserved calamity. Although they didn't seem to like each other, they were all people of the pugilistic world, so who didn't have a temper?

A burly man stood up first, then he stretched out his hand and slapped the table. It was almost silent, and everyone was still confused. After his hand left the table, the thick and sturdy wooden table suddenly became shorter. Those who could not see clearly would think that he had slammed the table into the ground. Those close to him noticed that a small section of the bottom of the four tables had turned into powder. The portion of Yin Force in this burly man's hand... It was truly shocking.

However, the move he showed was still a little lacking compared to what he was going to say next.

"Humph! I'm tired of sitting too, so I can get up and stretch my muscles and bones. Brothers, you guys sit."

After saying that, he strolled to the side. He didn't know if he was talking to a few people or Shee Ji, who had come to snatch his seat.

Hualala, his glasses fell to the ground.

"Hey, Chang Ge Ku, the table is broken. Pay up!" Yang Shan probably did not love this job very much, so he would never get angry. At this moment, he was even more furious.

"Oh! If something is broken, you must pay for it. If you don't have the rules, how can it be Fang Yuan?" That man had already taken a few steps forward. When he heard this, he didn't reply. A large ingot of gold was thrown out, landing precisely on the table where he had previously sat.

"So this guy is the 'reckless Chang Ge Cuo'. He had heard of his name a long time ago and was known as Unhindered. Actually, it means that if I can't leave straight away... He would just run amok without any fear. It seems like his martial arts isn't weak. Why is he so easily bullied?" Zheng Buji said in a low voice.

"Who cares? He has shown his skills because he doesn't want others to look down on him. As for why he insisted on getting into a fight for a seat, it was actually not necessary. Of course, things have to be logical. If he bullies us... I don't think I can bear it." Zheng Mengsen shook his head gently. It was unknown whether he was praising or feeling sorry for Zheng Mengsen.

Indeed, there were not many people in the martial arts world who could "run amok" like Chang Ge Ku.

There were still three people left at that table, it seemed like they had come together. Two men in their thirties looked similar. They had thick eyebrows and small eyes. Their arms were especially long. They were very likely brothers.

However, they did not look like people from the pugilistic world. One of them had a pair of thick hands full of calluses. His nails were covered in black mud. He looked like a craftsman who often did rough work.

The other one was slightly thinner. He carried a pouch on his back and his two eyes rolled around. He looked like a bit of a philistine, like a small merchant that could be seen everywhere in the market.

The third person was a young man with a heroic spirit. His features were firm, and the clothes on his body had already been washed until they were white. He still looked very clean and tidy. At this moment, his face was taut. However, his hand was still steady and did not move towards the hilt of the sword at his waist at all.

"The one walking sideways has already run away. What are the three of you still waiting for!" Shee Ji's appearance was not ugly, but the tone and tone of his face really made people want to punch him in the face.

"The three of you should just give way. This master has a high position. It is convenient for him to go out. It is convenient for him to do it himself." Fei Jianren was still trying to persuade them from behind. It seemed like he only wanted to calm the matter down.

"Humph! Why should I? There must be a first come first serve, right? Since the position of a Master is noble, isn't there someone giving up their seat? Then just invite the master over to take a seat." The one who spoke was the young man. After all, he was young and aggressive, and his tone was not polite at all. However, he still seemed to be restraining himself.

"Kid, do you not know how to write the word 'death'? Asking you to give up your seat is giving you face. Don't refuse a toast and drink a forfeit." Shee Ji raised his eyebrows, carrying a bit of contempt and impatience.

"What a coincidence. I really don't know how to write it. Moreover, you just love to drink forfeit wine. Why do you care about me?"

The young man with the long sword hanging from his waist looked gentle and quiet. He did not expect that his temper was not small at all, or rather, very stubborn. When he spoke, he had a Hunan accent.

Shee Ji did not get angry, but laughed instead. However, his laughter definitely did not carry any joy. Instead, it was a strange sound, like the sound of an owl in a forest.

"Haha! Good boy, I like it. Where did you come from? I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your parents."

"Don't try to get close to me. If you want to fight, don't talk nonsense. Who cares where I come from? Does it have anything to do with you?" He didn't expect this young man to be so ruthless. He just opened his mouth and pushed Shee Ji back, leaving no room for negotiation.

One should know that those who could sit here tonight had more or less some weight in the martial arts world. Therefore, although Shee Ji seemed to be baring his fangs and brandishing his claws casually, he was still more or less cautious when it came to real matters. He wanted to ask clearly before making a decision. Who would have thought that this young man would be so disrespectful? It could also be said that he directly took his face off and put it on the ground and stepped on it a few times in front of everyone.

Zhang Jingxuan, who was listening on the side, secretly cheered. This young man's temper was exactly what he wanted. It seemed that he would have to consider befriending him later. However, he did not know where he came from, so he cast his inquiring gaze towards Zheng Mengsen.

"I can't tell where he came from either. If you want to know, you can ask the waiter, Yang Shan. It's said that almost eighty to ninety percent of the people in the martial arts world can recognize him at a glance."

Zhang Jingxuan was curious, but he did not want to trouble the unhappy Yang Shan again, so he gave up for the time being.

At this moment, the situation on the stage changed again.

Shee Ji couldn't stand it anymore. Even his skinny and dry body seemed to be inflated in anger. He was about to rush forward and fight with this young man, but he had already taken a few steps forward.

The young man on the opposite side was still fearless. His hand had unknowingly pressed on the hilt of the sword, and it had already turned white from the force. However, that hand was still as steady as a rock, and the sword had not been unsheathed.

At this moment, Fei Jianren rushed over and blocked in front of Shee Ji. He held ___'s arm and tried to persuade him to stop him. He didn't want ___ to get into a fight. He was broad-minded and fat, so he didn't seem to be in a hurry. He also had a better temper.