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Huamei looked up, but saw a huge face, looking down at himself.

At this moment, everyone in the entire pub was quiet, and they set their sights on Lin Yun and them.

"Isn't this the messenger of the Beixian Palace?"

"Look! The chief genius of Beixian Palace! Beiluo!"

For a while, some people in the tavern recognized the people standing next to Huamei Nan and Lin Yun.

There are a total of seven people in this group. In addition to the giant Zhou messenger, which is nearly three meters tall, there is another one with a long body, a square face with black and red colors, and two black and thick broombrow eyebrows. Looks like Beiluo.

This city, called 'North Xiancheng', was built by the Sanpinzong gate, Beixian Palace.

The remaining five people are all servants of Beiluo, and the realm is the leader of the king of war, and this messenger of the week has also reached the first level of the emperor, and is one of the emperors of the Beixian palace.

Lin Yun still bowed his head to eat, as if this group of people had never appeared.

"Hey! You two, haven't you seen Master Bei coming? Haven't hurry up yet?" A short servant with hands on hips couldn't help but scold.

At this moment, the owner of the tavern hurried over, saluting respectfully towards Beiluo, and bowed, "See Master Beiluo!"

Then he turned to look at Lin Yun and persuaded in good faith, "Sir, you have to make a seat quickly!"

In his opinion, Beiluo and others are true hegemons. In this city, there is absolutely invincible existence.

"Why do you want to make a seat? Why? Their names are also written on this table?" Huamei sneered and dialed his hair casually. They did n’t even look at the Seven Demon Sects, but let alone The little Sanpin power is ridiculous.

If this group of people is good at fighting with them, maybe Huamen can still accept it.

But when I came up to talk to them in this tone, I really regarded myself as a person.

Hearing Huamei's remarks, the tavern owner was shocked, as if he heard the most incredible thing in the world, and then panicked and looked at Beiluo and others.

At this moment, there was a big uproar in the tavern, and everyone was talking.

"What are these two guys about? They are not afraid of Beixian Palace!"

"Isn't this looking for death? A first-class Wuhuang is standing there!"

"The teenager who bowed his head to eat, his realm was only the eighth-level Wu Zong, how could he have such confidence?"

"I don't think they can save face, but where does face matter?"

Someone shook his head and sighed. The words spoken by Huamei obviously touched the bottom line of Beiluo and others, and must pay for it.

"Master Beiluo ... this ..." The bar owner's body shuddered.

At the same time, the short-formed servant heard the words, and was furious and screamed, "What an ugly monster! Dead lady! How dare you say so, I will not kill you!"

But the waiter hadn't waited, Huameinan suddenly turned to look at him, and showed a bright smile.

Suddenly, the servant's fist raised in the air suddenly froze, his eyes became dull, and it was obviously a hit of Huamei's pupil.

Huamei Nan is very proud of his pupil technique. Even if he is only an eight-level Wuwang, in terms of his current strength, almost no one can resist in his pupil technique.

Seeing this scene, the messenger Zhou was surprised at first, then raised the corner of his mouth, grabbed the servant's shoulder, and said softly, "Wake up!"

Suddenly, the servant only felt a pain in his mind, and gradually woke up, then became angry and yelled at the beautiful man directly.

"Dare to ask where the two are from?" After all, as an elder, Zhou Zhoushi was so knowledgeable. Huamei's pupil technique surprised him a bit. He also thought that the two people could come from such a fearless place. Zongmen disciples.

Moreover, the immortal breath of these two teenagers is not too strong, but a small eighth-level Wu Zong, in fact, does not change color in front of his first-level Wuhuang face, which is definitely not easy.

Lin Yun remained silent, as if nothing had happened, and even asked the tavern owner to send two more bottles of wine.

"His Excellency?" Zhou Envoy frowned, his tone had become a bit cold, apparently because Lin Yun ignored him.

"A lot of flies, beautiful men, drive these flies out, and let people not eat well." Lin Yun said in a very impatient tone.

These words instantly boiled everyone in the entire tavern.

"Wow! Who is this guy?"

"It looks familiar, but it doesn't seem to be us in the Southern Region!"

"Similar people in Beixian Palace to flies, aren't you trying to die?"

A small eighth-level Emperor Wuzong didn't even think of a first-level emperor, everyone thought that Lin Yun was crazy.

Although Lin Yun's fame has recently become famous, not all people in the chaos domain have seen Lin Yun himself, and they will not associate an eighth-level martial art with the legendary demon Lin Yun in the slightest, only that this is a fledgling Mantou Qing is indistinguishable from the situation.

"Somewhat interesting!" At the moment, Beiluo, with his gorgeous clothes and his hands around his chest, said lazily, "Why, all of you care for you? Will you kill him?"

Beiluo was already a little embarrassed and angry. His grand son of the chief of Beixiangong, the chief genius of Beixiangong, was even compared to a fly, which was simply a shame on him.

"Yes! Master, I'll kill this short-eyed guy for you right away!" The short-formed servant nodded and nodded to Beiluo, and then pointed at Huamei with high toes and shouted, "Give me He ripped to pieces. "

Huamei sneered, and Lin Yun was here. These guys were indeed like flies.

Then, the five servants gathered together and opened their positions.

"Actual combat is also a form of exercise. I still have to eat. You take care of it yourself." Lin Yun took a sip of wine, then looked around and estimated the strength of these servants.

This is a group of martial arts kings. By contrast, as long as this week messenger does not take action, Huameinan should not pose much threat.

At this point, Huamei showed a grieving expression, "Boss! What time is this ..."

The voice hadn't finished yet. A thin-faced servant instantly released Wuhun, turned into a full-colored leopard, and rushed to him from behind the beautiful man.

"I'm a bully when I really do!" To this day, Huameinan has no other choice but to fight hard.