Someone actually looked down on the experts of the Central Plains. Gu Fei was immediately attracted by the arrogant words outside. He had already learned from Chu Tian that many people from the Central Plains had come to the 500th birthday of the City Lord of Red Moon City's father.
Although the Extreme Northern Demon Region was the world of the demonic path, there was a problem that couldn't be ignored. In this endless wild land, there weren't many useful cultivation resources.
Therefore, the merchant groups of the Central Plains became the guests of the nine super forces of the Northern Demon Region.
Merchants pursued profits. In the eyes of the merchants, the Northern Demon Region, which lacked resources, was undoubtedly a huge market. This was also the reason why Chu Tian appeared here.
However, the Rising Sun Commercial Group was not the only merchant who could do business in the Northern Demon Region.
Those who could enter the Northern Demon Region were certainly not ordinary people. For example, Chu Tian had Mister Ning by his side. Mister Ning was someone that even Gu Fei could not figure out.
Therefore, there were many experts from the Central Plains who came to Red Moon City. Among them, there were many young experts who came out to gain experience.
"There is really no one in the Central Plains. Sigh! It seems that the Diabolism is going to prosper! "
"Haha! Not bad, not bad. I heard that Dong Li Potian of the Monarch City defeated the so-called outstanding successors of the Three Major Daoist Sects with a Blood Dissipating Saber a month ago. How satisfying! "
"Dong Li Potian of the Monarch City, isn't he the successor of the Six Demonic Palaces?"
"Who else could it be? Is there a second Dong Li Potian in the Monarch City?"
Outside the private room, the young man by the window was talking and laughing contemptuously. What he said was all derogatory words about the practitioners of the Central Plains. Gu Fei felt that there was a powerful aura coming from the private rooms. It seemed that the words of the young men outside had already made some people unhappy.
Hearing this, Gu Fei could not help but recall the people from the Diabolism he met on the Yunmeng Mountain when he left the mountain. Could those people be the outstanding successors of the Six Demonic Palaces?
The strength of those people seemed pretty good, but it would be an exaggeration to say that they were able to sweep away the outstanding successors of the younger generation of the Three Great Daoist Sects. Those people outside seemed to be boasting to provoke the Central Plains cultivators upstairs!
With just a thought, Gu Fei had already guessed these people's intentions.
"Dongli Potian doesn't seem to be the strongest of our Devil Dao's younger generation. Even he beat up the heirs of the Three Great Daoist Sects. The Central Plains has really declined! "
"That's right, haha …"
The disciples of the aristocratic families in Hong Yue City pointed their spears at the practitioners from the Central Plains. Their gazes kept sweeping across the private rooms. They seemed to have come here specifically to cause trouble.
"Humph! Who's farting? It's so stinky! " In one of the private rooms, someone spoke like this. It was clear that someone couldn't stand it any longer and wanted to step out.
"What's wrong? Did we say something wrong? If you can't accept it, then come at us. Don't hide in there like a turtle. "A disciple of an aristocratic family called out to the private room from which the voice had come.
These youths were all disciples of the major Devil Dao families in Hong Yue City. Not all of them were ignorant and incompetent. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that these people were purposely trying to provoke the Central Plains cultivators upstairs. They were eager for someone to step out.
Just as the disciple finished speaking, there was a swoosh! With a bang, the door of the private room was pulled open, and a young man strode out of the private room.
"Dongqi Duandao, please enlighten me!" The young man who walked out of the private room waved his right hand forward, and a sharp blade aura immediately cut through the air, slashing towards the disciples of the aristocratic families in Hong Yue City.
"Humph! A firefly dares to compete with the bright moon? " As he spoke, a descendant of an aristocratic family remained seated. He did not stand up. He merely waved his hand lightly. "Chi!" With a light wave of his hand, a dark light shot out from the tip of his finger and pierced through the young man's head in an instant.
In just an instant, the young man called Duandao fell to the ground. A black hole the size of a finger appeared on his forehead. Not a single drop of blood flowed out, as if he had been burned by fire.
Piercing through the head, destroying the spirit, and dispersing the soul. This was the most thorough way to die. The people upstairs who saw this scene could not help but suck in a cold breath.
However, those who could reach the eighth floor of the Red Moon Brothel were not ordinary people. Seeing someone being killed, not only did no one leave, some people even watched with interest.
The disciples of the aristocratic families were even more unbridled.
The shopkeeper of the Red Moon Brothel seemed to already know the identities of these people. He did not send anyone to ask. He only saw two waiters rush over and silently carry away the young man who had been killed.
"You overestimate yourself. Why did you come out if you don't have the ability? Aren't you looking to die? " The young man called Zhao Mu said with a look of disdain. Then, he continued to chat with his companions as if nothing had happened.
"Zhao Mu, your God Piercing Finger has improved again. With such skills, I'm afraid you're not much weaker than Dongli Potian of the Monarch City. You should be able to sweep through the young experts of the Central Plains and the Southern Wilderness."
Those youths were talking cheerfully and wittily, as if nothing had happened at all.
"Don't you think you were too ruthless?" At this moment, from the private room that the Eastern Qi cultivator called Duandao had come out of, such words could be heard.
"He was the one who attacked first. This is something that everyone can see. You can't blame me!" Zhao Mu shrugged and said in a relaxed manner. Killing a person was nothing to him.
The law of survival of the Diabolism was even crueler than that of the Central Plains. In the Far North Demon Region, how many Diabolism cultivators had not stained their hands with blood? Probably not even one.
At this moment, a young man walked out of the private room. Behind the young man was a middle-aged man with a wooden expression. The young man who walked out of the private room was tanned and plump, but he was neither short nor tall. He gave off the impression that he was a kind fatty.
"Hmm? Fatty Ling, so it's you! "Zhao Mu was a little surprised when he saw the young man. It was obvious that he knew him.
"Someone from the Haotian Trading Group?" The young men from the aristocratic families who sat at the same table with Zhao Mu were also surprised. Fatty Ling was famous for hiding a dagger behind his smile!
Gu Fei heard everything that happened outside the private room. When he heard the words "Haotian Trading Group", he couldn't help but be startled.
Haotian Trading Group, surnamed Ling. Could it be that he was related to her? Gu Fei couldn't help but frown.
"Single Blade is a pretty good bodyguard. What a pity!" The tanned and plump Fatty Ling shook his head. "Zhao Mu, you've caused me to hire another bodyguard!"
"Fatty Ling, if the so-called experts of the Central Plains are all like that bodyguard of yours, then there's no need to hire them. I'll just arrange for someone to protect you! Haha … "Zhao Mu laughed wantonly.
When the middle-aged man with a wooden expression behind Fatty Ling heard Zhao Mu's words, his eyes immediately emitted a cold glint that was as sharp as a blade's edge as he glanced at Zhao Mu.
"Hmph!" Zhao Mu wasn't to be outdone. He met the middle-aged man's cold gaze with equal harshness.
"Let's go!" Fatty Ling's face darkened even more, but he endured it in the end and led the middle-aged man downstairs. A wise man knows better than to fight when the odds are against him. After all, this was the other party's territory.
"You might be able to dominate the Central Plains, but in Crimson Moon City, even if you're a dragon, you'll have to coil up, and even if you're a tiger, you'll have to lie down," Zhao Mu said arrogantly as he glanced at the closed private rooms.
His words were meant for the people inside the private rooms to hear.
Zhao Mu's words immediately caused the expressions of many people on the eighth floor to change. Naturally, there were also cultivators from the Central Plains outside the private rooms.
"They're too arrogant. They really think they're invincible." Inside the private room, Chu Tian looked at Gu Fei and said angrily. He was also a cultivator, a cultivator from the Central Plains.
Being looked down upon and belittled like this, Chu Tian was also angry. However, he knew his own strength very well. He wasn't a match for those people outside. If he went out, his fate would definitely not be any better than that person called Lone Blade.
Gu Fei shook his head and smiled. "These people are indeed very strong. They can mess around, we don't have to pay attention to them."
"You can even tolerate this?" Chu Tian asked. He really wanted Gu Fei to make a move.
Those disciples from the influential families of Crimson Moon City mercilessly mocked and belittled the cultivators from the Central Plains. Intentionally or unintentionally, they sneered at the private rooms on the eighth floor.
Their mockery and ridicule angered many people present, but they couldn't do anything about it. Not to mention that these people's cultivation was very high, just the forces behind them were not something that ordinary people could afford to offend.
After all, this was their territory. As the saying goes, a powerful dragon cannot suppress a local snake. Most people had scruples and didn't want to offend these disciples from influential families.
"In my eyes, these people are just a bunch of ignorant and incompetent second generations!" Gu Fei nonchalantly picked up the teapot and poured a cup. Then, he imitated Mister Ning and slowly tasted the tea.
"Bang!" Someone outside slammed the table heavily. Then, they heard Zhao Mu's loud voice. "The person inside, come out! Who are you calling a second generation?!"
When Gu Fei heard this, he couldn't help but frown. He put down the teacup in his hand. His voice was so soft, yet Zhao Mu heard it. This person really did have some ability. At the very least, his hearing was better than others.
"Hehe!" Chu Tian looked at Gu Fei with interest.
At this time, even Mister Ning, who was leisurely sipping tea in the private room, put down the white jade teacup in his hand and looked at Gu Fei.
"Humph! Another guy who is as timid as a mouse. It seems that the Central Plains, the Southern Wasteland, and other places have really declined! "Zhao Mu's arrogant voice came from outside again.
"It has already come to this, and you can still tolerate it?" Chu Tian leaned on the chair and looked at Gu Fei meaningfully with a faint smile on his face.
"Sigh! I can't even keep a low profile! " Gu Fei touched his nose and smiled bitterly. Then, he stood up, opened the door of the private room and walked out.
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