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When the slovenly man came up, his companions were all waiting downstairs to watch a good show. On the Chicken Sonic Street, the slovenly man was not unknown, and many people knew him. It was just that they did not catch a cold at his deceptive methods of eating and drinking, so they did not come up together.1

When Cheng Qing spoke, he still didn't open his eyes. Without any movement, the sloppy-looking man's body flew out and crashed into the wall. He spat out a mouthful of blood as his body slid down the wall like mud.

The man couldn't even move his fingers as he slid down to the ground. His eyes were filled with shock and fear as he looked at Cheng Qing. He too was an ascent in cultivation, but he didn't even see how Cheng Qing attacked before he fell to the ground.

At this moment, Cheng Qing didn't even open his eyes as if he really didn't do anything.

When the sloppy-looking man's companions saw that he had fallen to the ground, all of their expressions greatly changed. They no longer cared about watching a good show because there were no longer any good scenes to watch.

The leader of the group threw a punch at Cheng Qing, the fist light turned into a whirlpool, he was obviously a powerhouse above the fifth level of the Inscription Realm, "Brat, you dared to hurt my Ink Blade Gang, you are courting death, today I will teach you a lesson on how to conduct yourself!"

He had a higher cultivation level than the sloppy-looking man. He thought this punch was enough to beat Cheng Qing to the ground, but before his fist could even touch Cheng Qing, he was already flying off the ground. He fell down onto the ground and couldn't get up.

On the other hand, Cheng Qing was still resting with his eyes closed, as if all the people who came to cause trouble were just a bunch of flies.

The rest of them looked at each other, they couldn't see how Cheng Qing attacked, but at this moment, no matter how poor their eyesight was, they knew they had met an expert. They no longer cared about face, they all took out their swords and sabers and shouted, "Attack together, chop him!"

Just as these men were about to make a move, an overbearing voice came from behind them. "You dare to cause trouble in my small pavilion? Are you f * cking tired of living?"

The crowd turned to look and saw a woman with a ponytail walking up the stairs. Her steps were powerful, just like her voice. She had a beautiful and delicate face, her skin was white without a single blemish, and her figure was tall and graceful. She looked to be in her early twenties.

She started off by pointing at the noses of the members of the Ink Blade Sect and scolded them loudly, "The Ink Blade Gang has the guts to cause trouble in this old lady's territory. Do you think the skin of Wei Xiaozhuang is itchy again and needs to be tidied up?"

Seeing this woman, the people from the Ink Blade Sect, who still wanted to cause trouble, all revealed expressions of fear, as if they were looking at a fiend. As a gang member of the underworld, face was more important than anything. To make them so afraid, it was obvious that they weren't simple people.

This woman who could even scold the sect leader of the Ink Blade Gang and Wei Xiaozhuang was precisely the owner of the small pavilion, Yang Ruoxi.

Her name was gentle, but it was clearly out of character.

The Ink Blade Gang members hurriedly explained, "It's all because of this brat causing trouble first. He injured our men, and we didn't intentionally break the small pavilion's rules. Please forgive us, Shopkeeper Yang."

Yang Ruoxi came to the front of the private room and saw Cheng Qing. Her bright eyes flashed with a strange light, as if she was surprised that the one who came was such a young man. She then waved her hand and impatiently said to the people from the Ink Blade Gang, "All of you, scram!"

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