The old man in brocade robes said to Qian Zhou arrogantly, and there was an irresistible domineering tone in his tone.

"Old man, we were brought in by people from your Tianxian Tower. They are guests, aren't we?"

When Qian Zhou heard this, he became furious and yelled at the old man in brocade robes.

But the middle-aged scribe shook his head,

A pariah is a pariah, without any literacy.

But unlike him, his face remained unchanged despite the collapse of Mount Tai.

"Okay, Qian Zhou, please step back!"

Ding Xiaoyi put a hand on Qian Zhou's shoulder, and he could feel Qian Zhou's anger like a volcanic eruption.

There was a "pop" sound,

Ding Xiaoyi waved his hand and gave the old man in brocade robe a slap in the face.

He directly knocked the old man in brocade robes unconscious. The old man in brocade robes covered his burning face and was stunned.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense to him? Just hit him."

Ding Xiaoyi said to Qian Zhou calmly,

He naturally saw the cultivation level of the old man in brocade robes, but how could he be afraid of him?

"you……",

The old man in brocade robe pointed at Ding Xiaoyi,

But he was so angry that he couldn't say a word, and the slap directly frightened him.

You must know that he is also a martial arts cultivator in the eighth-grade master realm.

The opponent seemed to slap him casually, but he couldn't avoid it and received a slap in the face.

"Okay, you can get out, and you guys, it's best not to appear in front of us."

Ding Xiaoyi's left eye shot out a cold light. The gray and white light had a unique magic power.

To the ears of the middle-aged scribe and the old man, it was like spring thunder exploding.

"Your Majesty, you have such a strong tone. This is Weizhou, not some mountainous countryside."

But the middle-aged scribe ignored it and scolded Ding Xiaoyi coldly.

"Can a mere Weizhou magistrate intimidate Ding? Give me three breaths and get out immediately."

Ding Xiaoyi flicked his sleeves and said unceremoniously.

When the middle-aged scribe heard this, his expression couldn't help but change.

The other party had already figured out his identity, but he was still unscrupulous, and a huge wave was stirred up in his heart.

The middle-aged scribe left the private room like a bereaved dog.

And the old man in brocade robes also ran away early, but what happened to everyone just now didn't have any twists and turns.

But another guest suddenly appeared in Ding Xiaoyi's private room.

But he was a middle-aged man with a blood-stained aura.
Chapter completed!