Bold Witch, Don’T Hurt My Husband

Chapter 67 Small Conflict

"Boy, which company are you from? Tell me your number!"

Hearing this, Xia Fan turned to look at the speaker. A burly, gangster-like man was sitting not far away and shouted to them.

At this time, the cultivation level shown by Xia Fan is only the transformation state, and only the transformation state. Such cultivation level is common among this group of people.

The disciples of the orthodox sect who descended from the mountain are all above the mortal realm, and the people in the qi realm are only a little stronger than ordinary people, and they don't show any miracles. Even some of the soldiers in the army have the cultivation of the qi realm , after all, the basic practice method is not a secret.

It is precisely because of this that everyone on the second floor did not take Xia Fan seriously. After all, there were several Gold Cores present.

A person who has only reached the Mortal Realm would inevitably attract attention by showing off such a beauty.

The cultivation base of Xia Fan made the people present feel that he is from a small sect. After all, disciples of Apex Level major sects such as Cloud Sea Academy and Ten Thousand Sword Mountain would not come to the second floor, but the top floor. There are dedicated rooms.

And this Hyde Building is the background of the royal family, a place specially used to entertain people like them who are practicing. Apex Level Dazong naturally has more reputation than ordinary small sects.

Therefore, there is also a set of rules here, which is the sect's contempt chain.

Except for the Apex Level sect, the disciples of the general sects are judged by their strength, which is fair. There is no such thing as a stronghold in Jiang Country.

Xia Fan squinted her eyes and glanced at the strong man without saying a word, and sat straight to the side with Bai Yu.

However, in other people's eyes, his behavior is a sign of guilty conscience, disciples of weaker sects will be more cautious, unless they have advanced cultivation, otherwise they will be like Xia Fan.

"Boy, I have a question for you!"

The strong man came to the two people's table, first shouted arrogantly, and then stared at the white jade. After all, there are not many beauties with such a mark!

When Bai Yu saw this, although he was a little disgusted, he winked at the strong man. Such behavior could not help but make the strong man even more excited.

"Boy, uncle Jiang Jushan is a disciple of Blood Mist Palace. How about making friends?"

It is said that it is about making friends, but in fact it is not about drinking but drinking.

Xia Fan glanced at the other party, and the strong man also showed his Gold Core cultivation level very cooperatively, but in the next second, a cold light flashed, and before everyone could react, a chopstick had already smashed the strong man His palms were nailed to the table.

Feeling the severe pain from his palm, the strong man took a deep breath, his eyes were bloodshot and he roared: "Boy, you are looking for death!"

After speaking, he wanted to make a move, but Xia Fan was faster than him. He reached out with his right hand and grabbed the opponent's neck.

Jushan's Divine Ability has not yet been used, but his throat has been strangled, and he is frozen in place.

"Blood Mist Palace? What the hell is that? It's you, are you looking for death?"

If this was outside the city, this person would already be a corpse at this time. After all, he is in the capital now, and the moment he started, he felt an unfathomable divine sense staring at him, so he Not cruel!

And when the people around saw a Gold Core being grasped like this, they naturally knew that this person in front of them was also a tough stubble, and all of them turned their attention to the man in white who was at the back.

"Brother, I have passed. Brother General just wants to make friends with you. Why do you need to rely on your advanced cultivation to hurt others?"

Seeing everyone looking at him, the man in white stood up and whispered to Xia Fan, explaining what had just happened in an understatement.

Hearing the voice, Xia Fan tightened her grip on her hand, telling him to be honest if she didn't want to die. Then she looked up at the other person and said:

"Who are you?"

"Thousand Spirits Alliance, Si Feichen"

This man is a well-known genius in the Thousand Spirits Alliance. His cultivation level is only one step away from the realm of the mortal world. He has also had a record of defeating the realm of the mortal world. He is known as one of the geniuses who are most likely to enter the human list.

The Thousand Spirits Alliance itself is not weak in strength, so it naturally has some confidence.

"What is the Thousand Spirits Alliance! Do you think you can do it?" Xia Fan said coldly.

Hearing this, Si Feichen couldn't help but became furious and humiliated the sect. How could he endure this? He thought that the other party would give him face when he heard his name, but he didn't expect that this person didn't react at all.

"You are presumptuous!"

Si Feichen's body was filled with spiritual light, but the next second, a chopstick was like a sharp sword, carrying a sharp Sword Intent and bursting towards him.

Si Feichen was shocked. He raised his hand and grabbed the chopsticks hard. The heavy force made him take a step back, and his arms couldn't stop shaking.

"Sword Intent, are you from Ten Thousand Sword Mountain?" Si Feichen asked in disbelief.

After all, the strongest swordsman is Ten Thousand Sword Mountain. Xia Fan's attack almost made him look embarrassed. It is obvious that he is not weak.

However, Xia Fan did not answer. After all, he met the people from Ten Thousand Sword Mountain just this morning and almost died.

Then he turned to look at the strong man whose neck he had strangled. At this time, the other man's face had turned purple. If it hadn't been for his cultivation, he would have been a corpse.

Just as he was increasing the strength in his hand little by little with an expressionless face, suddenly, his wrist was held.

"Young man, this is the capital. Killing people at will is a provocation to the imperial court. I know you are used to being lax, but the capital has its own rules!"

"If you really have to take action, either leave the capital or go to the Dongcheng Arena. Someone has prepared a venue for you young people there. It doesn't matter whether you live or die!"

Hearing this, Xia Fan looked up and saw an old man with white hair and dressed in gray looking at him with a smile. He exerted force on his hands at the same time, causing his hands to slowly loosen, leaving no room for resistance. .

At this time, he only felt that the other party's cultivation was unfathomable. Although he did not exert all his strength, he could clearly feel the old man's terrifying cultivation. I am afraid that this person was the one who had just stared at him.

"That's boy Meng Lang!" Xia Fan smiled, taking advantage of the situation and completely loosening his grip.

Seeing this, the old man smiled and nodded, and with a wave of his hand, the strong man half-kneeling on the ground was thrown out of the second-floor window like an ordinary person.

"Little guys, just eat well. Until next time, don't blame me for being ruthless. Don't really think that the court is made up of mud!"

The old man glanced at everyone on the second floor, but no one spoke. Then he disappeared out of thin air in front of everyone. Even Xia Fan didn't notice how this person disappeared.

At this time, the people upstairs were also paying attention to the movement on the second floor.

"Brother Mo, this person is your disciple of Ten Thousand Sword Mountain? Why are you sitting on the second floor?" A woman with a white veil asked suspiciously.

Hearing this, Mo Jingchun's forehead couldn't help trembling, thinking of the experience in the morning, he felt that it was not good:

"This is a more verbose person than that Li, stay away!"

"If it's true or false, then I have to take a closer look!"

(end of this chapter)