Peerless Martial God's Rebirth

Chapter 763

Yang Teng heard the sound from far to near, and was rushing into the town from a distance.

It's far from the tavern at this end of the town.

"Who?" Yang Teng asked.

Listen, it should be a group of knights.

The old man looked very angry. Before he could speak, the little guy in his arms said, "a group of evil spirits! Every time they come to us, they will plunder wantonly. It's really hateful!"

The old man's face sank, "shut up! What do you know at a young age? Sit aside quickly!"

Then he acted quickly and put away the wine jar on the table. "Two distinguished guests, please put away the animal meat quickly. It's bad to be seen by them."

Yang Teng was surprised. If he put away the jar of wine, he could understand that it was better than the top-grade julingdan after all.

But this animal meat is not necessary. It's not a very good thing. Eating it is at most a great tonic. It only slightly supplements the aura in the body. The effect is far less than the top-grade julingdan.

Seeing the old man's pleading look, Yang Teng couldn't bear to make trouble for the old man and put the animal meat away.

Just then, the voices outside gradually dispersed, and some of them came to the tavern.

Hearing the trampling outside, the old man's face became more and more nervous.

"Old man, are you dead? If you're not dead, get out of here quickly!" an arrogant voice came from outside.

Before the old man went out, someone pushed the door in.

Three friars with knives, the first friar kicked a table in front of him, "old thing, is this year's case money ready!"

The old man looked flustered. "Three masters, please wait a minute. I'll get it right away."

The old man turned back to get some so-called money.

Yang Teng and Lao San didn't know what the rules were. They didn't talk disorderly and looked quietly.

Three friars with knives waited impatiently. One of the friars saw the child sitting next to him and immediately said with a smile: "this little guy is a little interesting. I remember that he was so old when we came here decades ago. It has been decades and I haven't seen him grow up."

Yang Teng and Lao San were stunned at the same time. Was this child so old decades ago?

Because of cultivation, monks can keep their appearance unchanged for a long time, but this is also limited. With age, their appearance will change a little.

Unless like Yi Hua, he can't grow up because of eating different fruits by mistake.

The Zhuyan pill, which Yang Teng once refined for all women, can only keep the face not old, but can not prevent normal physical changes. It is impossible for a person to keep the age of a child forever.

"It's really strange. Do you want to take him back and show them some rare games? Maybe one of them can give us a reward when he's happy," said another friar.

"Good idea!" the three hit it off.

"Little guy, come with us. Let's take you to a good place. There are endless good things. You can have everything you want." the three tried to trick the child.

Yang Teng didn't speak. He wasn't sure whether the child's body had not grown up. Like Yi Hua, in fact, his thinking and other aspects had grown up. Or only seven or eight years old in all aspects.

"I won't go. Grandpa said you're not good people!"

A word reveals the child's real age, or his thinking is only seven or eight years old.

The three friars with swords were furious immediately. If it was just a child talking nonsense, they wouldn't mind, but the child said that his grandfather said they were not good people. It would be a big thing!

"Crotch!" a monk raised his hand and chopped a table with a knife. "Bastard, an old man dare to talk behind his back. I'll kill him!"

The old man came out from behind with a jade bottle in his hand and respectfully handed it over, "three, this is the case money this year."

It's cruel enough to hand in a bottle of julingdan to such a dilapidated tavern every year!

Yang Tengxin said who this is, so vicious.

In such a broken place, the old man and his grandparents depend on each other. I'm afraid they may not earn a few bottles of julingdan a year.

"Pa!" the friar broke the jade bottle.

"Old and immortal! You dare to shout behind your back, don't you? This kid betrayed you. You dare to say we are not good people! Let me ask you, which blind thing in Xizhou dares to say that Fengyun thirteen bandits are not good people!"

Fengyun thirteen bandits! Yang Teng's anger rose.

When he first came into contact with the thirteen bandits, he thought they were a group of forthright people who were worth communicating with.

Later, Yin Xiang secretly framed him and made him change his view of the Fengyun thirteen bandits. At that time, he didn't think much about it. That's the case with friars in Xizhou. It's not surprising to have one set in front of him and one set behind him.

Today, the Fengyun thirteen bandits show their disgusting side again.

Yang Teng's face was immediately ugly and his anger did not break out.

What ability is it to treat a group of bottom people like this!

The old man was scared out of his wits. "Three lords, don't listen to him nonsense. What does a child know? He talks nonsense."

Then the old man pulled the child over and slapped the child's ass, "how dare you talk nonsense."

The child said wrongfully, "Grandpa, they want to take me away. They say it's a rare game for me."

The old man shook his hands and held the child tightly in his arms.

"Old man, you really think we're fools! This kid was so old decades ago, and you dare to say he's a child! You might as well leave your words here today. It's your great honor to take this little thing back and have fun for you! You're much better than you."

"Three masters, spare your life. Tong Tong is my lifeblood. You can't do this." the old man knelt down in front of the three and begged them to let the child go.

"Joke! There's nothing worth remembering about your shabby place. I'll be kind today and take both of you." the friar with a knife said impatiently.

The old man still didn't stand up. "Three masters, my grandson is born with a strange symptom and can't leave here. It won't take half a year to leave here. Please spare the little old man and grandson."

"Hahaha! Old man, you're wrong to say that. He's so old that even if he dies right away, he won't die prematurely. You old man can be relieved. Why bother to guard this tavern." the friar at the head was unmoved and insisted on taking the child away.

The old three couldn't bear to look at Yang Teng with pleading eyes.

Although the child is already dozens of years old, his appearance and pitiful posture at the age of seven or eight make the old three rarely move his heart of compassion.

Yang Teng can't see it anymore. It's not that he is cruel enough. He hasn't spoken for so long, but to find out the specific situation.

Sometimes things are not as simple as they seem. Too much impulse will cause unnecessary consequences.

Now to find out the truth, Yang Teng coughed gently: "cough! I say three, why bother forcing people to be difficult? Since people have paid enough money this year, don't embarrass people."

He and the third never spoke, and the three friars with knives ignored them.

Yang Teng's words immediately attracted the three people's eyes.

The friar at the head glanced at Yang Teng, "you boy, listen to your accent from Dongzhou."

"It's just about morality, not about people anywhere. It's not easy for people's grandparents and grandchildren to depend on each other. Don't be difficult for people." Yang Teng tried to keep a friendly tone.

"Click!" the friar in the head chopped the table in front of Yang Teng with a knife.

"Do you want to try if my steel knife is sharp enough? If you dare to say a word again, I'll kill your dog!"

"Bastard! What are you? You dare to shout in front of our young master!" the third man was angry. He had heard something about the Fengyun thirteen bandits. Only ten years ago, the Fengyun thirteen bandits were not as powerful as they are now. They can only be said to be a little famous in Xizhou.

After all, the thirteen bandits of the older generation have retired, and the younger generation has not been able to shoulder the beam.

Who is the young master? He is a big man who challenges the demon king. The strong at the saint level all sit together drinking and eating meat. The younger generation of Fengyun thirteen bandits are nothing in front of the young master!

What's more, these three are just small minions under the hands of Fengyun thirteen bandits.

"I'll see who this is. Dare to talk to me like that!" the friar at the head looked at the third.

This time I went to the town to collect some money. I just didn't think it was interesting.

It's fun to come to the door.

Their subordinates of the Fengyun thirteen bandits are not afraid of big trouble. The bigger the trouble, the more interesting it is.

"Two distinguished guests, please calm down. It's the old man's business. The two distinguished guests may have drunk too much. Please have a rest in the back." the old man reacted and couldn't let the two guests offend Fengyun thirteen bandits because of their own business. Hurry to come out and rescue.

"Old man! Get out of my way!" the friar headed by him kicked the old man impatiently.

"Bang!" the old man hit a table heavily, smashing the table to pieces.

I don't know whether the old man's body can't resist beating or the friar started too hard. The old man fainted at once.

The child cried out sadly and threw himself on the old man.

"Bastard, don't look whose territory this is! Dare to act wildly in the territory of Fengyun thirteen bandits. I think you're tired of living!" the three friars laughed wantonly and didn't feel that the two friars opposite dared to challenge Fengyun thirteen bandits.

"Noisy!" Yang Teng's face was as gloomy as water. "Old three! Get rid of these three bastards and don't keep alive!"

The third is waiting for the young master.

When he got the order, the old three rushed up with a roar.

The three ordinary minions of the Fengyun thirteen bandits are not the opponent of the third. The third is also the person in charge of a mine of the demon king's divine stone mine. Although their cultivation is not as good as that of the Fengyun thirteen bandits, they are much more powerful than these minions.

Kill all three minions with three fists and two feet.

"Young master, it's settled!" said the third man.