In the living room of Wanjia, there are golden flowers and honeysuckles.

There are fewer seats for Jinhua, but more seats for Yinhua.

Ye Xiuwen held a golden flower in his hand and definitely couldn't sit on the seat of the silver flower. This is equivalent to reducing his value.

Ye Xiuwen's eyes swept away, and there was an empty seat in front of the "Qingyun Taoist".

There was empty, and no one dared to sit. "Qingyun Taoist" was among all of them. Who dared to be the first to sit there?

Before, many warriors once praised the humility of "The Taoist Qingyun" and was obviously the one with the highest martial arts skills here, but they were only willing to rank second. How humble is this.

So, someone was waiting to see Ye Xiuwen's joke.

It depends on whether you sit in the Yinhua mat or dare to sit on the waiting table.

At this time, the owner of Man Wan was also embarrassed and invited someone to come, but the seats were not arranged enough.

Or rather, he didn't expect that so many masters would come. In the middle stage of the Yuanqi realm, eleven warriors would come in the late stage.

Ye Xiuwen, one month, and the nine people before were exactly eleven people.

So even if Ye Xiuwen sat on the first-class seat, he would still squeeze a table with Yue'er.

This is a bit impolite. The owner of Manor Wan was about to ask someone to set up a few more tables. Unexpectedly, Ye Xiuwen smiled at the owner of Manor Wan and walked straight to the seat where the "Qingyun Taoist" got started.

"Taoist Qingyun" opened his eyes slightly, looked at Ye Xiuwen, and then continued to close his eyes.

At this time, the "Daoist Qingyun" said nothing. But the person sitting on the golden flower bed waiting for him stood up with a loud voice.

He was the same realm as Ye Xiuwen, but he could only do it on the Golden Flower Mist table, so he was naturally unhappy. He stood up and accused him: "Hey, boy? You can sit in that kind of place?"

Yue'er looked sideways and looked at the strong man who was over two meters tall.

This man is majestic and has a tall figure, but also strong body. His muscles are even thicker than those of an average strong man.

I used a machete that was in line.

Although the machete is not made of precious metal, it is very huge. It is not so much a knife as a very heavy axe.

Obviously, this person is also a person who uses force.

Seeing this, Ye Xiuwen gave a subtle gift and said with a smile: "Brother, I have such a strong strength, why don't you sit here?"

Ye Xiuwen said, the strong man didn't know what to say, and he was speechless for a while.

Although he was dissatisfied with Ye Xiuwen sitting there, he did not have the courage to sit on it. The "Qingyun Taoist" level of the ninth level of vitality, if you sit in front of him, it would be equivalent to suppressing someone else's head. Even if the man didn't say anything at this time, it would be unpaid if he offended such a master for no reason.

Thinking of this, the strong man waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I dare not,"

"I dare not, why are you farting when you get up?"

Ye Xiuwen changed his face in vain. Everyone was shocked. He never expected that the young man who had always smiled changed his face faster than reading a book. He was humble and polite before, but he changed his face instantly and cursed.

"you?"

The strong man was scolded and naturally couldn't hold his face. As soon as he reached out, he picked up the machete that was poked beside him, and flew into the air with a loud noise. Regardless of it, he cut through Huashan with a machete.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this. They thought that this rough man had no ability, but had some strength.

But at this moment, it was not the case at all.

This move to slash Huashan seemed simple, but wind pressure actually formed on the blade of this machete.

The wind blows upward along both sides of the blade, not only not only does not block the blade, but also makes the strong man's knife sharper and falls faster.

As for this sword alone, the warriors with the seventh level of vitality were a little afraid and thought to themselves: I'm afraid it wouldn't be easy if they were attracted by such a sword.

"Ah? Brother?" Lord Wan called out at this time, but it was too late to stop the strong man's machete, and no one could stop him.

But at this moment, Ye Xiuwen was in vain and cold, shook his sleeves, and a burst of energy rushed out.

This energy turned into an invisible blade in the air. The blade was extremely fast. It flashed in the air and hit the strong man's chest.

"Bang!"

"Oh!"

The strong man could not dodge and was hit by the wind blade. His left hand was cut off. His body-protecting vital energy cloaked in his chest. A three-foot-long hole was directly opened in his chest.

The hole was deep, and although the strong man was not split into two, it was horrifying enough.

The strong man was bleeding like a lot, and it was no longer possible in just a moment. Even if the owner of the village Wan asked someone to treat him, he could not be saved.

The strong man was so injured that he would die even if he bleed.

Everyone was frightened. One of the warriors in the energy of the energy slammed the table in anger and said, "This young man is all from the martial arts world, just a quarrel. Why did he take this harsh action?"

"Are you unhappy?" Ye Xiuwen asked back, and the person who spoke immediately shut up.

Although he was in an atmosphere, there was no need to stand up for the dead person.

"Don't say some sarcastic words. This world is the prey of the weak. If I don't kill him, would I still have to wait for him to kill me?"

Ye Xiuwen sneered again and asked, and the scene was silent.

Ye Xiuwen slowly walked past the "Qingyun Taoist" and sat down in the seat that was the first to start.

Yue'er also sat down. Everyone dared not speak out, but they were all looking at the "Daoist Qingyun".

But the "Qingyun Taoist" was like an old monk entering into meditation and turned a blind eye to Ye Xiuwen's actions. So it was hard for everyone to say anything.

"Amitabha, how good it is!"

At this moment, the little nun Huining broke the silence of the scene and bowed to salute. It turned out that she had no place to sit.

But that's true. It's already very far-fetched to sit in the seat of two people. If she sits again, she will probably have no place to sit.

"Huining, sit there!"

Ye Xiuwen pointed at the position where the strong man had just sat.

"Why? She is not even a warrior, and she is going to sit there?"

"That's right, does she have golden flowers?"

Everyone attacked each other, but they didn't believe that the young man dared to make things difficult for so many of them.

"Do!"

But I didn't expect that before these words were finished, a golden flower was inserted into the table without any bias.

At the same time, Ye Xiuwen said lightly: "When there is a golden flower, who has any other opinions?"

Ye Xiuwen's mouth tilted slightly, despising everyone present. At this time, everyone only saw the word "arrogance" in Ye Xiuwen's eyes.

"This person is really not a person. When he comes to someone else's house, he is still so arrogant."

Everyone hated her teeth itched, but no one came forward again.

The strong man just now was a lesson. The master of the sixth level of vitality was killed by someone with a flick of his sleeve. Even the warrior of the eighth level of vitality did not have the courage to stand up and challenge, let alone the others.

So, for a moment, the whole audience was silent, and no one dared to say more.
Chapter completed!