C203 watch the play

The inn was packed.

When Xuanyuan Chen, Xie Qingrong and the others entered, everyone in the inn gasped. They all placed their gazes on the group of people and stared at them.

These were all chivalrous warriors of the martial world. On their tables, there was a long sword, a long blade, or a long sword on their back. They were all filled with the heroic spirit of the children of the martial world.

After Xie Qingrong and the rest took their seats, the waiter came over and greeted them: "Dear guest, is there anything that I can help you with?"

Xuanyuan Chen glanced at Shen Haoxuan indifferently. Shen Haoxuan immediately understood, with a clatter, the tasseled fan began to spread out, and smiled at the waiter, "Bring your signboard up, and two jars of wine. Remember, ask for some good wine."

"Alright." Customer, please wait a moment. " The waiter put the towel on his shoulder and went to the kitchen to give some orders.

Not far from them, they heard Shen Haoxuan instructing a table of customers. One of the young man said in disdain: "What big words you have there."

Sitting across from him was a middle-aged man with a beard. He shook his head at the young man's hand on the table.

Ever since the announcement of the convening of the Wulin Congress and the re-election of the Master Wu Lin, all sorts of people from the martial arts world had rushed into the Martial Alliance. Although this young man's martial arts were high, his bearing was not small either.

He was truly afraid that he would attract some unnecessary trouble. After all, they did not know the identities of these people and they might be crouching tigers or hidden dragons.

Not all of the people sitting at Xie Qingrong's table were common folk, the commotion just now was completely within their sights, but they did not pay attention to it.

One by one, the dishes were served, and two jars of good wine were placed on the table.

Shen Haoxuan bit off the sealed red cloth on the wine jar and sprinkled it all over Xuanyuan Chen, Xie Qingrong, Ji Rufeng, Ji Rufeng, Qi Yun and the others, filling the bowl to the brim.

When the jar of wine reached Jun Changyou's side, Shen Haoxuan turned a corner in front of Jun Changyou's somewhat confused eyes and filled it up.

He smiled and said, "Children are not allowed to drink alcohol. It's good as long as they drink some sweet water."

The few of them raised their wine cups as they returned the toast. They downed the wine in one gulp, exuding a sense of pride.

"Have you heard about the re-election of Master Wu Lin in the Martial Alliance this time around?" A youth's voice sounded.

"Everyone in the martial arts world is aware of this." A slightly deep voice sounded from the side.

The corner of Xie Qingrong's eyes swept past the two people who spoke. They were two youths, and one of them had a baby face, looking extremely adorable. The other one looked very serious.

The baby-faced teenager said mysteriously: "Then do you know who will be participating in the Master Wu Lin selection this time?"

Seeing this, the tight-lipped, serious youth asked, "Who are they?"

However, the tone with which he asked this question clearly showed that he was not curious. It was as if he was simply responding to the baby-faced youth.

The baby-faced teenager whispered into the ear of the serious teenager. He thought he heard it very quietly, but he actually replied very loudly, "All the experts from the three great sects have been mobilized. Tsk! Tsk! There will be a good show then."

Hearing this, the serious youth paused for a moment, and retorted: "In the past, when the Master Wu Lin s were selected, they never lacked experts from the three great sects."

Hmph, the baby-faced teenager puffed up his face like a little frog, pretending to be angry. He placed his hands on his chest and turned his back.

The serious young man stroked his forehead. After realizing that he had said something wrong and was about to say something to make the young man happy …

On the opposite table, a man burst into impudent laughter. After he finished laughing, he said frivolously and presumptuously: "When the Master Wu Lin is elected this year, they will attack that bunch of powerless females in Flowering Moon Church. Don't mention how pleased I am."

One of the men at the table tugged at this man who spoke so arrogantly. He carefully swept his gaze around and whispered, "Don't be like this, just in case …"

The man pushed away the man's hand. With an obviously impatient look on his face, he said disdainfully, "Your father isn't afraid of those bitches. "What's more, if it wasn't for your father getting rid of your father, your father would not have brought someone like you, who doesn't have much flesh on him, out to experience the world."

When the man heard this, he retracted his hand and quietly lowered his head. No one noticed the malice and hatred that flashed through his eyes when he lowered his head.

The man who looked like the strongest old man was still talking loudly, "Flowering Moon Church is a bunch of girls, if you really have to be a cult, why don't you marry a man and teach him a lesson?"

After he finished, he burst into laughter again.

From beginning to end, when Xie Qingrong listened to their discussion with an expressionless face, she only felt that the girls of this era were really pitiful.

He frowned slightly and took a light sip. There was a clear and transparent wine in the bowl.

Unexpectedly, in this inn, there were fish and snakes mixed together. There were hypocrites who praised themselves as the righteous sects, and there were also some who did evil things, such as the Flowering Moon Church.

Unfortunately, there were four women in white dressed in the Flowering Moon Church, with delicate and pretty faces, but they had cold eyes, sitting in the tavern to rest and eat.

Anger rose in his heart when he heard the man's outburst.

One of the lady in white stood up and shot a sharp gaze straight at the man as she said coldly, "You're a man, aren't your words a little too rude?"

Seeing that it was a little girl provoking him, he disdainfully curled his lips and retorted, "I am just a woman who has insulted a few Flowering Moon Church s. You are not a disciple of the Flowering Moon Church, so I am afraid of teaching you."

With that, he picked up the long blade on the table with an aggressive look, as if he really wanted to fight with this woman.

"Unfortunately, this lady is the disciple of Flowering Moon Church that you mentioned." The white-clothed woman crossed her arms over her chest, her longsword similarly wrapped around her chest. Her eyes were filled with a cold and vicious intent.

That man lightly whistled. If it was a young master that was acting like an elegant gentleman, he would certainly be very elegant. However, it was his turn, so no matter how you looked at it, it was vulgar.

The other three women held long swords in their hands. As long as this man dared to draw a sword, they would draw one.

Xie Qingrong, Xuanyuan Chen and the rest were feeling helpless, they just wanted to stay and eat, how could they meet with the thorns that instigated them?

Ji Rufeng's lips curled up into a smile, obviously extremely interested in this matter. He smiled and said: "There's a never-ending stream of good things to watch along the way, I really don't care about anything else this time."

Xuanyuan Chen placed the empty bowl to the side, picked up the wine jar, slowly poured the wine, and said indifferently: "Ji gongzi likes to watch shows so much, why didn't you invite a crew to stay in the garden to enjoy it? It's such a carefree thing to have to travel thousands of miles all the way from the Mo Bei to the Heavenly Saint. "

Ji Rufeng raised his eyebrows, and naturally, there was a hint of flavour, as he leaned towards Xuanyuan Chen, "How could the scenes at home be as exciting as the ones outside? "Don't you think so, Chen ~ Wang ~ [1] [1]?"

In the end, the three words, Prince Chen, were bitten extremely lightly yet at the same time, it was extremely long. Only the people at Xie Qingrong's table could vaguely hear his words.

Xuanyuan Chen raised his handsome eyebrows, and his eyes turned cold.