Zhao Musheng wore a large cloak and stepped on the solid bricks of the Imperial City. He raised his head and curled the corners of his mouth.
After leaving the Imperial City for a few months, he still missed the atmosphere here. After all, he had stayed in the Imperial City for a long time, so long that he almost thought he was a citizen of the Imperial City.
Both sides of the street were still bustling, but compared to before, the security in the Imperial City was much tighter. Armored warriors could be seen hurrying by.
On the main road of the Imperial City, there were more people dressed in strange outfits. There were also more people with powerful auras than before. Zhao Musheng knew that these people were here for the Five Stripes Path-Understanding Tree. Once the news spread, it attracted not only seventh grade Battle-Saints, but also sixth grade Battle-Emperors and fifth grade Battle-Kings, who were blinded by the benefits, gathered in the Imperial City of the Light Wind Empire from other places without a second thought.
Zhao Musheng only had one attitude towards this. The more the better, the more muddied the waters of the Imperial City, the better. Otherwise, how could some people fish in troubled waters, and how could some people quietly stir up trouble?
Suddenly, Zhao Musheng stood still and looked at the three figures in the distance with gentle eyes.
The surrounding people looked at the three figures strangely, extremely surprised and full of curiosity.
"Serpent-Men Tribe …" Zhao Musheng murmured curiously. The Serpent-Men Tribe was located in the Illusory Spirit Swamp, and the journey from the Illusory Spirit Swamp to here was not short. What were these serpent-men doing here with no reward? Could it be for the Five Stripes Path-Understanding Tree as well?
Among these three serpent-men, two of them looked quite miserable. Their auras were weak, and their bodies were soaked in blood. The scales on their lower bodies were torn open, looking hideous and frightening.
The serpent-woman girl supported these two people, her face full of panic as she stood helplessly on the street.
"Interesting …" Zhao Musheng curled the corner of his mouth and strode toward the three serpent-men.
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That unrestrained and arrogant words echoed in the alleyway and immediately reached Bu Fang's ears. Everyone in the store was slightly stunned.
Smashing a small store with one hand … Who could be so awesome? Luo Sanniang was shocked.
Luo Sanniang clicked her tongue in shock. She had seen how terrifying Bu Fang's restaurant was. How strong was the person who dared to say such nonsense?
When Bu Fang heard this, he was only slightly taken aback. Then, he continued to calmly grab the egg tarts made by Juan'Er.
The egg tart had a rich milky aroma, and its fluffy appearance was extremely cute. Just from its appearance alone, it had already met Bu Fang's expectations.
"Owner Bu … Someone's here to cause trouble. Aren't you going to do something about it?" Luo Sanniang couldn't help but remind Bu Fang, who seemed to be planning to continue tasting the egg tarts.
Although she also felt that the group of people who were talking nonsense outside might be a little funny, Owner Bu didn't even go out to take a look. Wasn't that a little too impolite?
A series of footsteps rang out, and several figures had already blocked the entrance of the store.
These figures were wearing the same clothes, and the aura on their bodies was extremely powerful. The leader was a fierce-looking man with a large machete on his shoulder.
"Oh, it really is a small store … Who's the manager, come out!" the fierce-looking man shouted domineeringly.
Then … the store became quiet and peaceful, and no one paid any attention to the man.
He felt as if a bunch of crows were smacking their lips as they flew past his head. It was so embarrassing.
The man's eyebrows immediately twitched, and the machete fiercely slammed into the ground. The sound of metal clashing resounded, and sparks flew everywhere!
"Damn it! Are you deaf? I am the seventh bandit of the Thirteen Bandits of Mozhou. If you know what's good for you, hurry up and come out. Otherwise, I will turn your store into a pile of rubble, "the man shouted at the top of his lungs.
A gust of wind blew past, but still, no one responded.
Oh, the big black dog lying in front of the door seemed to have moved a little. It extended its paw and licked it. It glanced at the man, then continued to lie there …
"Preposterous! You are simply looking down on me, the seventh master! "The seventh master angrily glared at the man, shouldered his machete, and strode toward the store.
Behind him, a group of lackeys also followed with their heads held high. Following the seventh master would give them meat to eat. This was their experience.
Bu Fang took a bite of the egg tart. The soft texture teased his taste buds, and the rich milky fragrance accompanied by the egg fragrance instantly filled his mouth. As he chewed, the fragrance burst forth.
"Where is the owner of the store? Damn it! How dare you ignore me! "
The seventh master glared at the man as he stepped into the store. He angrily roared and panted heavily.
The people in the store looked at him in astonishment. They blinked their eyes, and the scene became a little awkward.
Bu Fang took another bite of the egg tart, nodding as he ate. He had to admit that Juan'Er's egg tart this time around had already met his expectations. After all, she had spent a month researching and making it. This fully demonstrated Juan'Er's love for egg tart making.
Letting out a light breath, Bu Fang looked toward Juan'Er and calmly said, "The taste is not bad. Even though there are still many flaws, it has already met my expectations. Later, I will tell you the things you need to pay attention to when making the egg tart."
"Hey … Xiao Bai face! Don't you f * cking know I am here? "The seventh master waved his machete, bringing up a gust of wind as he pointed it at Bu Fang.
The Thirteen Bandits of Mozhou, each of them had a strong cultivation level. Each of them had reached the peak of sixth grade Battle-Emperor. In Mozhou, they were tyrannical overlords. This time, the thirteen brothers had come to the imperial city for the Five Stripes Path-Understanding Tree.
If they had the Five Stripes Path-Understanding Tree, the difficulty of the thirteen brothers stepping into seventh grade Battle-Saint would be greatly reduced. At that time, the thirteen Battle-Saints would become the supreme existence in Mozhou, and even look down on the entire Light Wind Empire.
Bu Fang put down the egg tart in his hand and calmly looked at the seventh master who was holding the machete.
"If you want to order, look at the menu behind you," Bu Fang said expressionlessly.
The seventh master's face stiffened, then he suddenly burst into laughter. He looked at Bu Fang as if he was looking at an idiot.
"You brat, are you freaking scared out of your wits? Do I look like I'm here to eat in your store? Haha! I'm here for the Five Stripes Path-Understanding Tree! Don't you f * cking play the fool in front of me! "The seventh master glared at him with a somewhat ferocious look.
Juan'Er, who was behind Bu Fang, was frightened by this ugly look, and her face turned pale.
Luo Sanniang, on the other hand, twitched her mouth and comforted Juan'Er, secretly cursing this seventh master for being an idiot …
Bu Fang's expression was also extremely strange. In the past month, this was the first time he had seen someone so arrogant as to stand in front of him and demand to hand over the Five Stripes Path-Understanding Tree … It seemed like the storm that had been silently brewing for a month was finally about to erupt.
However … Bu Fang sized up this seventh master and realized that he was only a sixth grade Battle-Emperor. Where was the promised Battle-Saint?
"If you're not ordering, then scram."
Bu Fang was too lazy to say anything else. He turned around and gave an indifferent reply, intending to head for the kitchen.
If you're not ordering, then scram? Huh? This Xiao Bai's face was actually so savage. How many years had it been since someone dared to speak to him, the seventh master, in such a manner? A few days ago, that old man Liu had offended the thirteen brothers and was ganged up on. This Xiao Bai's face … Was he courting death?
The seventh master's ferocious face twitched. He strode out with large strides, his hand reaching out to grab Bu Fang.
For someone even more arrogant than him, if he didn't give him a good beating, he would never be able to calm down.
"You still dare to act tough in front of me, the seventh master? You're courting death!"
Luo Sanniang saw that the seventh master had actually made the first move. Her eyes widened and she was about to retaliate. However, before she could release her true energy, she felt a gust of wind whistling past.
Bang!
The seventh master's claw was blocked by a giant mechanical lump.
Bu Fang halted his steps. Without turning around, he calmly said, "Xiao Bai, strip him and throw him out."
Xiao Bai stuck out his fat belly, his mechanical eyes flashing red. He mechanically said, "Troublemaker, you will be stripped as an example to others."
The seventh master's mouth twitched. What the hell? What the hell was this mechanical lump?
"Strip your grandmother! Go to hell! "
The seventh master's eyes widened, his face filled with ferocity. He suddenly raised the huge machete in his hand and ruthlessly chopped at Xiao Bai's round mechanical head.
Ding! A crisp sound of a collision reverberated within the store …
The seventh master's entire body suddenly trembled, and his face stiffened. He blinked his eyes, and the ferocity on his face disappeared like flowing water.
The huge machete that was chopping at the mechanical lump's head suddenly bent, and a large chunk of the blade was chipped off …
Xiao Bai's round head was still adorably white, without a single scar.
"Troublemaker, you will be stripped as an example to others," Xiao Bai mechanically said. The red glow in his eyes flashed across the seventh master's face.
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