Outside the store, someone kicked the door open, and the already simple wooden door was almost kicked apart by this kick.

Ye Feng frowned and looked back and saw a few clothes dressed in a servant-like manner.

I lived in the Tianlong world for several months, and I had an expert level in the ancient clothes. I could tell at a glance that these people should be evil slaves from a wealthy family.

Because the clothing styles on these people are obviously servant styles, but the material is good, at least it is much stronger than the clothes and fabrics worn by most people in the town. If they are not wealthy families, it is impossible for them to use such good materials for their servants to make clothes.

These people were arrogant and the middle-aged man in the lead was even more arrogant.

As soon as I entered the door, I sat on the stool with a golden knife, glanced at everything in the store with my mouth, and I knew at a glance that I was not a person I seemed to have with.

When his eyes were sweeping over Ye Feng and Mr. Jiang, he looked full of contempt: "Old man, hurry up and bring all the good rice and dishes, and have a few more jars of good wine. The old man will leave the town to do things in the afternoon, so don't delay things."

The arrogant look of these people made Ye Feng frown.

As a great young man in the new era, what he dislikes most is this kind of bullying people with power, especially this kind of thing that bullies the elderly, the children, the sick and the disabled.

At this time, Mr. Jiang had already met him, his face full of embarrassment: "Everyone, I'm so sorry, the ingredients in the shop have just been sold out today and there is nothing left. Why don't you guys go to another place to have a look."

As soon as Mr. Jiang finished speaking, the yellow-faced man slapped the table and said, "Old guy, you come to your shop to have a meal to give you face. You are not giving me face when you are silly here?"

As he spoke, he stood up and slapped Mr. Jiang in the face, staggering the old man.

The people next to him also stood up and agreed: "Yes, why don't you give me face, right? I'm so fucking you, you've smashed your little broken shop. Where did you guys go when you see it?"

For a moment, the powerful people frightened the old man and fell to the ground with unsteady standing. He knew that these people could do anything, and that they were fearless. There was someone behind him. Even if he was beaten out, the government would ignore it.

Not far away, Xiao Tingting, who was chatting with Ye Feng, saw her grandfather being bullied like this, rushed over and wiped the blood on the corner of her mouth with her small sleeves, while looking up at the evil slaves, her voice choked but she scolded her very strongly: "You...you are bad guys. You stole grandfather's restaurant. Now we have no food to eat, so we won't let us go..."

The yellow-faced middle-aged man squatted down and reached out his hand, and planned to attack Xiao Tingting. He sneered, "You little girl knows the movie...Oh."

Who knew that before his hand touched Xiao Tingting, he suddenly realized that his entire person had flew into the air.

Before he could react, he fell to the ground with a loud bang.

In an instant, a scream came from the middle-aged man's mouth. The miserable scream really made people feel scared when they heard it.

"Who, who is the one who made trouble?" The yellow-faced middle-aged man stood up from the ground in pain and looked around with the help of his companions.

I saw the people outside the door watching the fun, and instantly, scattering far away with a whirlwind, all of them afraid that trouble would affect them.

There was also the man with a broken mouth, perhaps with kindness, who secretly shouted: "Old Jiang, please close this shop and take your granddaughter out of here."

"Yes, there are people who cultivate immortals in their family. Where can we mortals afford to provoke me? You might as well leave quickly."

"Yes, although it's hard to leave your hometown, it's better than to lose your life. Xiao Tingting is so old that she was implicated and lost her life. That's really miserable."

...

Someone said that the neighbors and villagers all interjected one by one.

The middle-aged man with yellow face suddenly roared: "Shut up, who told you to talk nonsense?"

The companions around them also turned around viciously and stared at everyone: "Who did you beat our boss just now?"

When everyone saw that it might provoke him, they turned around and ran away with a whoosh.

The yellow-faced middle-aged man sneered, looked at the backs of the group of people contemptuously, turned around and saw that he was still sitting in front of the table not far away, eating food and food safely, as if he had never seen anything happening here.

The middle-aged man with yellow face waved his big hand and surrounded Ye Feng directly with his companions: "Boy, where did he come from? What's his name?"

Ye Feng still seemed to have not seen everyone, eating the delicious food on the table calmly, picking up the wine glasses on the table from time to time, and savoring a bite.

The wine sold by Mr. Jiang is made by himself. I have to say that Mr. Jiang’s delicious food and winemaking skills are worthy of being one who once opened a large restaurant, but it has a unique flavor.

At least on the Zuxing, Ye Feng had never drunk such sweet and pure wine. Compared with the fine wines in the Tianlong world, it was even better, and had a shorter aftertaste.

"Come on, Tingting, I'll give you a chicken leg. You didn't eat it last night. I'll make it up for you today!" After drinking a glass of wine, Ye Feng casually tore off a fat chicken leg from the roast chicken, stood up, and walked directly to Xiao Tingting.

He reached out and tried to hand the chicken leg to Xiao Tingting. As for the evil slaves around him, he seemed to have never seen it.

This ignorant act suddenly made the yellow-faced middle-aged man's anger so excitedly that his face turned red and his blood was in his mind blank. He only knew that he wanted to vent his anger: "Good boy, I'm shameless. Just now, you little bastard was cheating, and I fell down your grandfather, right?"

The yellow-faced middle-aged man waved his hand angrily and took his accomplices to attack Ye Feng.

But he forgot something. The person who could shake him away silently could be provoked by a few evil slaves?

In this world, there are many monks, and those with brains are acting low-key. Who dares to provoke enemies at will when they have no cultivation?

boom...

Before these people could approach Ye Feng, they seemed to hit a barrier that they could not see, and then they were bounced back hard.

Suddenly, he fell heavily to the ground.

This time, the yellow-faced middle-aged man and several other evil slaves completely understood who had taken the action.
Chapter completed!