Chapter 17： Who are you looking down on?

However, even though he had doubts in his heart, he did not dare to talk too much.

"Master Yi, this is mine..." Old Ancestor Qingshan turned slightly, preparing to introduce Zhu Yun to Yi Feng.

Yi Feng waved his hand and interrupted: "I see, uncle and nephew?"

"As expected of a senior."

Old Ancestor Qingshan was full of admiration.

But thinking about it, he was superfluous. With this senior's sky-reaching means, I'm afraid I can see Zhu Yun's identity at a glance.

Yi Feng smiled.

It's nothing at all.

Qingshan is an old man, Zhu Yun is a middle-aged man, the two have a close relationship, and Zhu Yun is so respectful to Qingshan, it should be a relative relationship like an uncle and nephew.

"But you guys came just in time. I'm out of wine here. Is there any wine?" Yi Feng was not polite and asked for wine directly. It was impossible for Peng Ying's woman not to feel sad for Yi Feng, and there was only a little left in the family. The stock has also been drained.

"There are some."

The ancestor of Qingshan said quickly, but after agreeing, he remembered that he was in a hurry and forgot to bring wine. Fortunately, Zhu Yun was on the side, and he looked at Zhu Yun.

"Uncle, you..."

There was a bad premonition in Zhu Yun's heart.

"Your Victory Fruit Dan, take it out!" Qingshan Patriarch said with his hand up.

"what?"

Zhu Yun's face was dark and reluctant. He could only brew three bottles of this victory fruit in a year, which was priceless to him. Usually no one would give it up, but now he wants him to give it to a mortal?

"hurry up."

Seeing that Zhu Yun was so ignorant, the ancestor of Qingshan was anxious, and his arm stretched out a violent chest and knocked on Zhu Yun's forehead.

"Uncle Master, please give me some face." Zhu Yun held his head and muttered aggrievedly: "I am also the sect master of Qingshan Sect. If someone sees this, what is my majesty!"

"What's wrong with a little sect master, you're gasping for breath?" Old Ancestor Qingshan shouted, "I warn you, here, even if you're a dragon, just let me be obedient."

As he said that, he wanted to knock Zhu Yun another violently.

Zhu Yun stepped back quickly, looking at Patriarch Qingshan with a face full of grievances.

"Don't take out the wine yet?" Old Ancestor Qingshan shouted.

Under the pressure of Qingshan Patriarch, Zhu Yuncai reluctantly took out Shengguodan.

"Look at your stingy, babes, it's your honor to be able to let you take out this wine today." Old Ancestor Qingshan snorted, grabbed Sheng Guodan, and then changed his face and said with a smile : "Master Yi, the wine is just so-so, and I don't know if it suits your taste, so please let me know."

Yi Feng smiled. He has never been polite. He took a sip and said, "The wine is good, but it almost tastes bad."

The ancestors of Qingshan have always been chickens pecking at rice.

But Zhu Yun, who was beside him, almost ran away.

This mortal is a bit too popular, isn't it?

You must know that his Victory Fruit Dan is priceless. As the Sect Master of Qingshan Sect, he only has three bottles a year, but this damned mortal actually said that his Victory Fruit Dan is a little bit worse in taste?

He really couldn't understand why the ancestor Qingshan was so polite to this mortal.

If it weren't for the ancestors of Qingshan here, he would not dare to act rashly, and with his status, he would have made this mortal into a meat pie.

But with the ancestor of Qingshan, he could only suppress his anger in his heart.

"Teacher, move two more stools." Yi Feng shouted.

Zhong Qing quickly moved out two stools.

"Haha, watching the sunset on the horizon, the beautiful scenery at dusk, and having a drink is a life!" Yi Feng said with a smile.

"Yes!"

Old Ancestor Qingshan sat down on the small stool next to Yi Feng, and sighed with emotion, this evening seemed beautiful to him, but he was ashamed that he could not comprehend the mood of the senior!

"Humph!"

Zhu Yun snorted softly in his heart.

If this mortal hadn't been for the sake of the Qingshan ancestor, he would have died 10,000 times long ago. The dignified Qingshan ancestor and his Qingshan sect master came to visit. This mortal would not invite them into the house to entertain them. Stool sitting at the door?

Who do you look down on!

But because the Qingshan ancestor was not easy to attack, he just stood there without saying a word.

A startled glance.

Seeing the martial arts book on Yi Feng's stall, he subconsciously reached out and turned it over.