Have I passed?

Zhan Wuque shook his head and said nothing.

He was just telling the truth.

It was obvious that the other party was repeatedly aggressive and rude.

Zhan Wuque was very disappointed.

As the saying goes, a tiger father has no dog son, and a dragon Aotian, a well-known imperial general, actually gave birth to such an indecisive daughter.

"Forget it, it's better not to attend this banquet, just leave here."

Zhan Wuque said, ready to get up and leave.

"Is this a place where you come and go whenever you say it?"

Zhao Gao spoke coldly and stood up. A breath of King Wu emitted, causing everyone to hear it.

He has been practicing Taoism for twenty-eight years and broke through King Wu two years ago. His talent is still quite outstanding in the Tianlong Empire.

To this day, he is already the third level of King Wu and the strongest person in the field.

The second strongest one is naturally Long Jiaojiao and the second level of King Wu.

She only broke through King Wu last year, and it has been less than a year since then. It is not easy to reach the second level of King Wu.

After all, the higher the realm, the more difficult it is to improve.

Zhao Gao broke through King Wu for more than two years, and only improved two small realms.

"Why do you need to bother Mr. Zhao to take action? We are willing to do it for him?"

The young man in black clasped his fists and said sternly.

Many people on the field have the highest level of the great martial artist. Isn’t it easy to deal with a small country warrior on the seventh level of the great martial artist?

Immediately, some people spoke, saying that they couldn't stand Zhan Wuque and were willing to take action for Zhao Gao.

Zhao Gao nodded when he heard this, took off his breath, sat on the chair, and watched the show quietly.

Long Jiaojiao wanted to speak but stopped, but finally fell silent and said nothing.

Several people surrounded Zhan Wuque in the corner with a grim smile on their faces.

"Boy, do you think I'm going to use your hands or your legs first?"

A hatch appeared in Yan Li's hand at some point, and he rotated drippingly in his hand, grinning and said gloomyly.

"Why do you have to?"

Zhan Wuque sighed.

He just wanted to fulfill his promise and go through the motions, but the other party was aggressive again and again, and now he was even more at the point of fighting.

"It seems that I have only blood-stained banquets."

Zhan Wuque's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

If someone doesn’t offend me, I won’t offend others. If someone offends me, why should I be polite?!

Just as Zhan Wuque was about to take action, a sudden change occurred!

Only a "bang" sound was heard, and the door of the private room was kicked open and broke into pieces in an instant.

Yan Li just turned his back to the private room door, and he couldn't react for a while, and several door fragments just hit him behind him.

"Wow"!

A large mouthful of blood was squirting out, and the whole person flew into the air and fell heavily on the wine table.

The table broke in half from the middle, and the food and food splashed everywhere, scattering at everyone's faces, causing several girls to scream.

After looking again, except Zhan Wuque, everyone else was sprinkled with soup and wine.

Many people had oily faces and had a few vegetable leaves on their faces, which were extremely embarrassed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Several girls screamed, looking at the greasy body, with soup on their faces, and they were about to collapse.

Long Jiaojiao's face was also ashen.

She was already the King of Martial Arts and her reaction was faster than the others. She barely let the soup spill on her face, but her neck was unbearable to the eyes.

Everyone was half drunk, and the scene came too suddenly, so they didn't react at all.

Only Zhan Wuque sat safely and soundly, without moving.

Because there was no food in front of him, how could he talk about it?

The only half pot of wine was already in his hand with quick eyes and hands.

Therefore, when everyone fell to the ground in a mess, Zhan Wuque still had the leisure to fill himself with a glass of wine.

Although the wine is bad, it feels different in combination with this situation.

On the other side, while the door was kicked open, a group of people rushed in.

Everyone had already climbed up from the ground at this time, and the furious Zhao Gao couldn't help but roar, "You guys step on the horse..."

Halfway through, Zhao Gao stopped and swallowed the rest of the words into his stomach.

What did he see?

The twelve Martial King guards guarding outside the imperial banquet box came in!

All these guards have extraordinary cultivation, most of whom are at the top of the Martial King, and any of them can beat Zhao Gao.

What shocked Zhao Gao was that these guards were actually following behind a middle-aged man, with respect in their eyes.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Gao felt a slight slap in his heart, and he felt a little bad.

"I'm a bunch of waste, what did I say yesterday? Today, there are distinguished guests coming, no one is allowed to enter, and even dares to let people in, are you all living on the horse?"

The middle-aged man cursed as soon as he entered the door.

Seeing this, Zhao Gao gritted his teeth and walked up to him and whispered, "Sir, are we having any misunderstandings? I have booked this box three days ago."

He could not see through the middle-aged man's cultivation, but he was sure that he must be above King Wu. In addition to the twelve King Wu guards behind the other party, Zhao Gao thought that the other party should be the manager of the heaven and earth, so he was naturally respectful.

"I miss you a ball"!

The middle-aged man slapped Zhao Gao in the face and thrust Zhao Gao up on the spot.

Zhao Gao fell heavily to the ground, half of his teeth had been shattered, and his face was almost scattered.

"If a group of little bastards disturb the distinguished guests, no one of them will leave today"!

The middle-aged man roared and spoke, trembling in the private room.

Everyone was shivering and afraid to speak.

"You, you are, Zuo Erye"?

He was harshly shaking away by the fragments of the gate before, and at this moment, he barely got up from the ground. Although he was in a mess, he could not hide the horrifying gaze in his eyes.

"Zuo Erye"?

When the rest of the people heard this name, they were so scared that their heads shrank, and a cold air rushed straight from the soles of their feet.

In Longdu, who is a little bit on the road, who has never heard of Zuo Erye’s name?

That is a well-known underground person.

Fatty Master’s son Wang Shangtian has also been with him, but compared to the second master, it is really nothing. After all, it only took a few years for him to spend a lot of time.

But Zuo Erye has been in a state of affairs for decades and is a veteran. He is ruthless, has ruthless means and is powerful. Who is not afraid?

Zhao Gao was also a little cowardly.

Although he is the son of the prime minister, he is also afraid of such a powerful and capable underground boss.

This is a group of outlaws with strength and background!

Who dares to mess with them?

Today, I'm afraid it's hard to get better.

"Second, Master, I don't know that the distinguished guests are coming to my house, and I hope to atone for my sins. You are not aware of the villain's mistakes, so don't be as knowledgeable as us." Thinking of this, Zhao Gao hurried forward and apologized.

"Second Master? Second Master is also a little slut like you, can you scream? Give me a slap"!

As soon as he finished speaking, several guards stepped forward, grabbed Zhao Gaohe's collar and slapped him in the face.

The two of them had their cheeks bulged high, and blood was splattering, but they did not dare to fight back at all, and they had no power to fight back at all.

"Second Master, I am the son of Prime Minister Zhao Gang and Zhao. Please let us go for my father's sake."

Zhao Gao begged for mercy in a vague manner, saying that he had been beaten to no avail, and he was not as arrogant as he had just faced Zhan Wuque.

"Zhao Gang's son? Yes, I'll give Prime Minister Zhao a face today and stop." Zuo Erye was slightly stunned and nodded.

The guards stopped hearing this. Zhao Gao looked happy. As soon as he was about to get up, he heard the second master continue, "Come on, cut off one of their hands and throw them down from the window"!
To be continued...