Please, please, please, don’t ask for anything from the stew, just give it to the stew!!!!!

The houses in Qingshuang City are distributed in a ring, with ordinary civilians living on the outermost floor, some warriors on the second floor, some big families on the third floor, and the offices of some sects in Qingshuang City on the fourth floor.

The fifth floor is the city lord's palace.

Tianbao Pavilion is located in the third-level warrior area, and its main audience is warriors. Moreover, there are some exquisite products appearing in Tianbao Pavilion from time to time, and even those from big families and sects are very interested in them.

There is a clear difference between the civilian area and the warrior area. The style of the houses here is obviously a higher level than outside, and there are city guards patrolling the streets here from time to time. After all, the families of warriors live here.

If you buy a property here, the City Guards will be included as supporting facilities.

Likewise, a property here is extremely expensive.

On one of the busiest streets in the city, a five-story building stands tall and conspicuous.

"Sir, that's Tianbao Pavilion!"

The coachman pointed to the five-story building and said.

"Oh!" Ye Feng stood in the car and looked at the building and nodded.

Indeed, Tianbao Pavilion looks very impressive from the outside, standing there like a bird among the chickens. Moreover, Tianbao Pavilion occupies a very large area. The whole area is about the size of a stadium. That’s why it is said to be the largest trading house in Qingshuang City. It is also the history of Tianbao Pavilion.

The oldest trading house.

At the door of Tianbao Pavilion, several big men in smart clothes stood at the door.

"Second-level warrior?" Looking at these strong men, Ye Feng raised his brows slightly and muttered to himself.

A second-level warrior guarding the door was definitely beyond his understanding. In the past, a quasi-martialist was considered superior in his eyes, but here he was actually a second-level warrior guarding the door? You can imagine the shock this gave him.

Similarly, he now understood in his heart that he, a third-level warrior, was nothing and he had to continue to work hard. This made Ye Feng's mentality instantly calm down.

"Sir, welcome to Tianbao Pavilion!" As soon as Ye Feng walked into the door of Tianbao Pavilion, a man who looked like a waiter walked in.

"Quasi warrior peak!" The moment he saw this guy, Ye Feng understood his rank. Moreover, this guy was only 16 or 17 years old. Although he was an adult, reaching the pinnacle of quasi-martial artist at this age was really considered.

rare.

"Sir, may I ask, are you buying something? Or selling something?" The waiter looked at the large bag of thatch on Ye Feng's back and asked politely.

In fact, at this time, he had already despised Ye Feng. He was wearing coarse clothes and carrying a large bundle of thatch on his back. No matter where he looked from, Ye Feng looked like a poor man who came out of the ravine.

If it weren't for the rules in the store, he would have ignored Ye Feng long ago.

"Haha, Brother Yue, look, isn't this the trash?"

Before Ye Feng could answer the waiter's words, a somewhat arrogant laughter suddenly sounded next to him.

After hearing this voice, Ye Feng frowned slightly and turned his head to look over.

"Zhang Fang?" When he saw this man laughing wildly, Ye Feng recognized him. He was the disciples of the Zhang family whom Ye Feng met on his first mission after coming to this world.

However, at this time, there were only Zhang Fang, Zhang Yue, and a warrior whose name Ye Feng didn't know.

"Haha, really, what? Boy, this Tianbao Pavilion is not a vegetable market. You are carrying a pile of thatch to sell? You are crazy poor! By the way, I remembered, it is just a piece of garbage from the Flying Tigers. Thatch may be good for

It’s all good stuff for him!”

Seeing Ye Feng turning his head to look over, Zhang Fang spoke again.

"Zhang Fang, what you said is wrong. He is a waste and a waste at the sixth level of body refining..."

After Zhang Fang finished speaking, Zhang Yue next to him looked at Ye Feng contemptuously, and spoke with a touch of disdain on his face.

"Haha, yes, yes, Brother Yue is right, he is a 'master' on the sixth level of body training!! He is the number one in the entire Flying Tigers!" Only when Zhang Fang faced Ye Feng could he show his sense of superiority.

, especially Ye Feng is still a waste with broken meridians.

"Master Zhang, right? You must have eaten shit this morning! Why does your mouth smell so bad?" Ye Feng also sneered after hearing Zhang Fang's words.

When it comes to being venomous, Ye Feng is as confident as anyone. After all, in his previous life, Ye Feng was only a young man in his twenties.

"...Trash looking for death!"

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Zhang Fang's breath froze, his face suddenly turned red, he drew his sword and pointed at Ye Feng and roared.

Unlike Zhang Fang, Zhang Yue just had a gloomy face.

"Master Zhang, this is Tianbao Pavilion, please pay attention!"

The moment Zhang Fang drew out his sword, the man next to Ye Feng took a step forward, stood in front of Ye Feng, and said with a cold face.

"Zhang Fang, put the knife away. This is Qingshuang City. Are you afraid that he will run away?"

Hearing what this guy said, Zhang Yue's eyes narrowed slightly and he stretched out his hand to stop Zhang Fang.

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng secretly sighed in his heart. A would-be warrior dared to confront the young masters of two big families, not to mention that these two young masters were first- and second-level warriors. This shows the power of Tianbao Pavilion.

"Boy, if you can, you will always hide in Tianbao Pavilion!" After hearing Zhang Yue's words, Zhang Fang pointed at Ye Feng and said, after which the two of them turned and left Tianbao Pavilion.

To them, Ye Feng just smiled faintly and didn't say a word.

According to the rules of Tianbao Pavilion, no one can use force here. As long as you enter Tianbao Pavilion, you will be protected by it.

This rule has been around for a long time. At first, some people tried to challenge this rule, but they were immediately eliminated by Tianbao Pavilion. An elder from a large family in Qingshuang City was dissatisfied and came here to cause trouble, but was overturned by a shopkeeper of Tianbao Pavilion.

The two worshipers hidden here went to that family that day. No one knows what happened. Anyway, that family began to decline from then on and has now become a low-ranking family in Qingshuang City.

From then on, no one caused trouble in Tianbao Pavilion.

"Sir, do you want to sell something or buy something?"

After Zhang Fang and Zhang Yue left, the waiter turned to Ye Feng and asked again.

Although he learned the details of Ye Feng from Zhang Fang and Zhang Yue, and felt a little disdainful in his heart, he still asked politely.

Not to mention the sixth level of body refining, even the ninth level of body refining is not worth mentioning in the eyes of quasi-warriors or warriors like them. If he were not in Tianbao Pavilion, he would not even bother to talk to Ye Feng. Even Ye Feng

His current combat power is higher than his.

Body refining is not recognized by orthodox martial arts practitioners. In their view, body refiners will never have a bright future.

"Thank you, brother, for helping me out. I'm selling something!"

Ye Feng heard this and replied politely.

"Sir, you are joking. No one is allowed to do anything in Tianbao Pavilion. Of course, we have no obligation outside Tianbao Pavilion..." Seeing Ye Feng being so polite, the guy pondered for a moment.

, gave a vague reminder.

Who is Ye Feng? How could he not recognize it, so he opened his mouth again and said thank you, cupping his fists.

Seeing that Ye Feng was so aware of current affairs, the clerk immediately showed a smile on his face and said, "Sir, what do you want to sell?"

"Brother, you are so polite. I asked Fang Zheng, 'Senior Fang!' and he promised to take my things!" Hearing this, Ye Feng said politely.

"What? Who are you looking for?"

This guy didn't care at first. After all, he already knew Ye Feng's identity, so even if he sold something, it would definitely not be valuable. What's more, Ye Feng was still carrying a bundle of thatch? But when Ye Feng's words came out, he felt suddenly

Trembling, he cried out in surprise.

"Fang Zheng, Senior Fang!"

When the guy heard that he heard correctly, he couldn't help but trembled in his heart again.

Not many people knew about Fang Zheng's affairs in Qingshuang City, so when Ye Feng said this, he instinctively believed it. If he hadn't helped Fang Zheng clean up the yard, he wouldn't have known about it.

Thinking of this, he looked at Ye Feng up and down, wanting to see what was different about Ye Feng. After all, who was Ye Feng? That was the 'Flying Tigers'! It can be said that they are the bottom of the bottom. Sometimes they are not as good as civilians, so

Are you looking for the superior Fang Zheng now?

"Sir, I'm sorry, I can't make the decision on this matter, please wait a moment!"

Now, whether it was true or not, he had to report it. Although he believed it was true, he couldn't believe it.

After all, even if the city lord comes, Fang Zheng may not receive him.

Not long after, a man in his fifties came over, and the waiter just now was following behind him.

"Hello, little brother, I am 'Zhou Wu', the steward here. Are you looking for Senior Fang?" The middle-aged man came over and said politely to Ye Feng.
Chapter completed!