"Hey, am I being looked down upon by the beggar?" Zhao Qiankun was angry and funny, and raised his hand to greet the old beggar: "Old man, why are you begging others for food? You just don't talk to me?"

The old beggar turned around and looked at him: "Why, a beggar ignored you and hurt your self-esteem?"

"I'm just curious." Zhao Qiankun laughed and said, "Is it because I only have a plate of beans, so I'm too poor?"

"Just the opposite!" the old beggar snorted coldly: "This plate of pickled beans and rice wine is an appetizer that only customers who order large tables have. Not only are you so poor, but you are also very rich! But rich people like you don't understand the suffering of beggars at all, so how can you talk about sympathy? It's just a futile thing to ask you for it!"

"I heard that you are like a person who has read books!" Zhao Qiankun smiled and said, "How come he fell into begging for food?"

"What's wrong with begging for food?" The old beggar crossed his neck and slapped his stick: "The sky is a quilt and a bed, and travels around without restraint! It's much easier than you rich people who are planning for those small profits all day long!"

"Well said!" Zhao Qiankun laughed and slapped the table: "I'll treat you to this old saying, today I'll treat you to a meal!"

When he heard that there were wine and food, the old beggar raised his eyebrows: "This relationship is good!" He sat directly opposite Zhao Qiankun without seeing each other.

At this moment, the guy's food was served. When he saw this old beggar, he immediately waved his hand to drive him away, but was stopped by Zhao Qiankun: "It's okay, I'll treat him to a meal!"

Zhao Qiankun spoke, but the guy dared not have any objections. He went one after another, and soon the dishes filled the table, four cool, four hot, four candied fruit and one soup, which was quite rich.

"Oh, it's really good!" When the old beggar saw the food served, his eyes shone brightly, and he picked it up and sent it into his mouth. His expression was so satisfying.

Zhao Qiankun didn't dislike it, and even poured a glass of wine for the old beggar. The two of them started chatting. Although Zhao Qiankun had a big face, he really had a real foreign household registration. He humbly asked for advice from all the places he didn't understand. The old beggar was a foodie who traveled around and knew the customs and customs of various places best. He listened to his advice and was interested in showing off. The two of them had a lot of fun chatting, and looked at the tables around him.

"To be honest, young man, you treat me to dinner, not just because you see me pitiful, right?" After three rounds of wine, the old beggar's nose was red and his head was holding the cup and asked with a smile.

This made Zhao Qiankun slightly stunned. He was in a good mood today and invited him to dinner on a whim. There was no other reason...

Seeing Zhao Qiankun's expression, the old man smiled slightly: "Don't pretend to be stupid. I know you are a trainer, and you see my identity, so you deliberately treat me to a meal, wanting my guidance? Although it is suspected of taking advantage of your choice, I can teach you a few tricks because you have the eyes to recognize Mount Tai!"

Zhao Qiankun shook his head: "No, I am not a warrior, and I don't know you..."

"Don't admit it?" The old man pointed to Zhao Qiankun's hand: "When you were picking up food, I kept paying attention to your posture. Your finger strength is extraordinary, at least a fifth-grade master!"

Zhao Qiankun looked down at his hands. After all, he is now used to muscle strength. Except for encountering masters and when he needs high-intensity exercise, he uses muscle strength in daily activities.

But even the muscles are transformed from the Doomsday Flame Demon, which is much stronger than ordinary people. In other words, I'm afraid there is really strength above level three!

"I admit that I am stronger..." Zhao Qiankun put down his chopsticks: "But I really don't know who you are..."

Zhao Qiankun's eyes were sincere, and the old beggar frowned: "Don't you really know me?"

Zhao Qiankun shook his head, looking frank.

"Then you guys are really good-minded..." The old beggar laughed: "Since that's the case, I have to accept your disciple even more!"

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry and I'm going to go to God..." Zhao Qiankun flatly refused: "I'm not in the mood to be your apprentice now..."

"It seems you really don't know who I am..." The old beggar didn't expect that he would be rejected and planned to report to himself: "Actually I am..." Halfway through his words, a cold light suddenly shot into the outside. The old beggar's eyes sterned, raised his hand to pick up the chopsticks, and pointed it on the cold light!

With a clang, the cold light was turned around and flew towards the pillar beside it, and it passed through with a slight sound, and then nailed into the brick wall behind it!

It was a flying knife, almost all of which were buried in the brick wall, and only the red silk tied to the tail was still outside.

Looking at the old beggar again, only half of the chopsticks in his hand were left, and the heads of the chopsticks exploded into pieces of wood chips, which shows how terrifying the power of the flying knife is!

The old beggar threw away half of his chopsticks and said aloud: "There are not many people who have such skills in the martial arts world. Who is the famous master? Why do you still hurt people with hidden arrows?"

As soon as the old beggar finished speaking, a tall and handsome middle-aged man walked in from outside the tavern, holding a long sword in his hand, and a murderous aura between his eyebrows was the law enforcement elder of the Wushen Sect, Li Wenyi!

"I'm still wondering, who has such great ability to make Haoyu have no power to fight back..." The man sneered: "So it's the leader of the Beggars' Sect, Deng Jiulong!"

"Wow, it turns out that you are the leader of the Beggars' Sect!" Zhao Qiankun was also a little surprised. The most in the world is beggars. If you can integrate beggars from all over the world into a big gang, then the power will be great. This gang leader is naturally a first-class hero.

The old leader Deng narrowed his eyes: "I still think who is so angry? It turns out that he is Wu Chaofan's apprentice! Li Wenyi, if you don't be your law enforcement elder in Shenwu, why do you come to trouble me for nothing?"

"You know who is asking for trouble for whom!" Li Wenyi drew out the sword, and a blue light reflected on the sword body, exuding a cold and solemn aura: "Don't think that you can do whatever you want if you are the leader of the Beggars' Sect and return my junior brother's things!"

As he said that, Li Wenyi turned into a phantom and stabbed Deng Jiulong with his sword!

"What..." Deng Jiulong was completely unaware of this, but since the opponent attacked, he could only face the challenge! The dirty bamboo pole in his hand crossed and blocked Li Wenyi's sword! The two forces collided, and the shock wave spread. The tables and chairs in the house were trembling, the cups and plates jingled, the dishes and chopsticks flew all over the sky, and the guests who were eating also ran away with their heads in their arms, for fear of being affected.
Chapter completed!