Then, Tang Zheng cleared his throat and whispered to the people in the tavern: "Everyone, I'll introduce you to you. That's the waste young castle owner of Tangjiabao!"

Suddenly, people in the tavern looked at it. Tangjiabao is the overlord of this area, so they were naturally interested in the topic of the Shaobaozhu.

"When the Immortal Gang came to the world, the young castle master failed to communicate with the Immortal Soul, but I didn't feel surprised at all. Do you know why this is?"

"Because I heard that the father of this waste young castle owner is also a waste! Waste can be inherited, hahaha!"

Yi Xiaoyao, who had just walked not far, suddenly stopped hearing this sentence.

It is true that his father cannot practice this, but Yi Xiaoyao will never allow others to say that his father is a waste!

On Tang Jie's side, when he saw that everyone in the tavern was interested, he became even more excited.

"Just yesterday, this waste young castle owner was dumped by his engaged girlfriend!"

"Oh, this waste is here! It seems that he wants to hit me?"

Tang Jie looked at Yi Xiaoyao walking towards him, holding his hands in his chest and feeling contented, looking as if he succeeded.

At this moment, a sneer came from the wine table beside him.

"Jumping clown, sensational!"

Tang Jie was furious and looked back, but the next moment he was completely angry.

It was a girl in black covered with a veil of black stockings. Her figure was outlined in a strong outfit, very charming.

Although the face was covered with a veil, the beautiful and charming eyes of this woman seemed to be charming under her faint eyebrows.

Anyone who sees these eyes can only imagine that there must be a beautiful face under the black veil, so how can he get angry?

Tang Zheng stared at the girl, licked her lips, and smiled and said, "May I ask about this beautiful woman's name?"

The girl in black looked at Tang Jie coldly without paying any attention.

Tang Jie frowned, then a faint smile appeared again, and he said, "Beauty, I'll invite you to have a good show!"

In front of beautiful women, I naturally want to show off.

He thought that if he could defeat Yi Xiaoyao, he would definitely be favored by this beauty.

At this time, Yi Xiaoyao had already walked into the tavern.

I saw a cold smile appearing on Yi Xiaoyao's face, and he grabbed a jar full of wine from the table.

"Praise!"

The sound of the wine jar breaking and the wine splashing out.

The wine jar in Yi Xiaoyao's hand instantly appeared on Tang Zheng's head. The wine jar was shattered, and the wine flowed all over his body along his head.

The people in the tavern immediately became quiet, and they put down the wine bowls in their hands and looked at them in surprise. They obviously did not expect that the waste Yi Xiaoyao would dare to do such a thing and smash the wine jar on Tang Zheng's head.

The wine flowed along Tang's hair and his face was covered with tears.

He rudely wiped his face with his hands and wiped some of the wine dry.

The next moment, Tang Zheng's eyes shot out cold light, staring at Yi Xiaoyao like a poisonous snake.

The drinkers around all said with interest: "This Tang family waste young castle lord is afraid that he will be in trouble."

"Do you know the consequences of doing so?"

Tang Zheng's tone was extremely calm, but this also means that he was really angry.

"The consequence? Hum..." Yi Xiaoyao snorted coldly, and then his eyes were filled with cold light.

"Give you a chance to apologize to me and my father!"

Tang Jie grinned, still suppressing the anger: "Not only can I not apologize, I will also say it a few more times!"

"Your father is a waste, your mother gave birth to you as a waste for your father, you are a waste of ancestral waste!"

After saying that, Tang Jie showed a cruel expression unscrupulously: "Baoshi, what can you do to me?"

A cold light shot out from Yi Xiaoyao's eyes.

"Since you don't cherish this opportunity, I will let you kneel down and apologize!"

The sound of breaking through the air followed, and Yi Xiaoyao's right fist carried a layer of dark spiritual power and suddenly rushed towards Tang Shi.

Everyone was shocked, and they never expected Yi Xiaoyao to take the initiative.

Tang Zhuo sneered, and he was waiting for Yi Xiaoyao to attack him!

"You are dreaming in the daytime!"

With a cold shout, the fiery red spiritual power suddenly rose from his right arm.

"Fire Palm!"

Tang Zhi stomped his feet heavily, and with the power of the ground's recoil, the palm of his right hand gathered a flame-like spiritual power and slapped Yi Xiaoyao with a palm!

There were also some uproars in the tavern. The monks came here to drink, so they could naturally see who was stronger and weaker before the two of them fought.

"The young master of Tangjiabao is afraid he will suffer a loss."

"Yes, the master of Shaobao has a level of cultivation in the third level of Qi Condensation, but his opponent is the fourth level of Qi Condensation, and he will soon be defeated in the battle against spiritual power."

"Not only is the young castle master suffering from his cultivation level, he is simply attacking with spiritual power, but his opponent uses the fire-attribute palm technique! With just one move, the young castle master will definitely lose."

Everyone was talking about watching the fun, but the girl in black was not interested at all, just looking at the wine glass and thinking about things.

Only Tang An, the smile on his face spreads, becoming more and more brilliant. He hopes that Yi Xiaoyao will die!

Tang Jie heard everyone's words and felt a deep sense of pride on his lips.

"Yi Xiaoyao, I will completely destroy you today!"

Seeing Tang Zhi's flame palm attacking with the hot wind, Yi Xiaoyao's eyes suddenly moved.

"I'm really at a disadvantage when I fight his palm technique head-on, but he has palm technique, and I have sword technique too!"

Yi Xiaoyao urgently changed his attack, his index finger and middle finger were put together, and the dark spiritual power wrapped his fingers, and the flowing sword technique was used casually.

"It's not certain who is destroying whom!" Yi Xiaoyao sneered.

I saw Yi Xiaoyao's fingers were as fast as phantoms, and there was a hidden swordsmanship, which lifted Tang Zheng's hot right palm with a force of 4 or 100% pounds.

Then the fingertips changed, and the dark spiritual power cut a bloody mouth on Tang's right arm like a sharp blade.

Everyone in the tavern stood up and watched, and even the girl in black veil couldn't help but look at her beautiful eyes.

"The Young Castle Lord is... performing swordsmanship?"

"Is this the Liuguang sword technique? This sword technique is known for its speed, and the young castle master used his reference to the sword, but it also performed so smoothly!"

"I'm afraid this sword technique has already grasped the essence!"

...

"Get out!"

Tang Zhi shouted loudly, wrapped his spiritual power around his arms and shook Yi Xiaoyao's fingers away, took a step back and then palmed.

"Your palm technique is so clumsy, it's almost the same for slapping mosquitoes!"

Yi Xiaoyao laughed and moved the flowing sword technique again. His arm drove his wrist and his wrist twisted flexibly, making his fingers that turned into swords float like flowing light.

Although his cultivation level is one level lower than that of Tang Dynasty, Yi Xiaoyao was not afraid of the heat waves of flame palms.

The next moment, Yi Xiaoyao stabbed his fingers several times. Although there was no sword tip on his fingertips, when he stabbed Tang's wrist, the destructive power of the ghostly spiritual power directly broke through his flesh and blood!

The place where this pierces is the meridian that transports spiritual power to the palm.

Then, the devouring power in the dark spiritual power suddenly exploded!

Tang Zheng's face suddenly showed a hint of panic. He found that the spiritual power of his Fire Palm was as if the source had been cut off and could no longer be supplied.

As the power of Tang's palm quickly dissipated, the spiritual power in his body was still swallowing away from his wrist by Yi Xiaoyao's fingers as if he had found a catharsis port!

In this way, the palm finally slapped Yi Xiaoyao, and his power was completely lost.

Yi Xiaoyao devoured the other party's spiritual power. Before Tang Jie could react, he retreated, and his fingers were as fast as lightning and inserted into the meridians under his shoulders.

Blood splashed out, Tang Zhi screamed, followed by another.

Yi Xiaoyao did not give him a chance at all, and inserted it into his left shoulder meridian again!

These two meridians were destroyed, and their arms were completely destroyed. They couldn't even lift them up. How could they use any palm techniques?

"Those who do not know the magnanimity dare to insult my father and call me a waste. What qualifications do you have?"

"roll!"

Finally, Yi Xiaoyao shouted loudly, and his right fist wrapped in dark spiritual power punched Tang Ying's abdomen!

Tang's eyes were like a kite with a broken string, vomiting blood and flying backwards in disbelief.

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