Chapter 243 Famous in Beijing

Huangfu Shaozong contacted the people from the Suppressing Demon Division and arranged for cooperation to hunt down He Lei. It was already evening.

Thinking about his sister asking him to have more contact with Zhao Changhe, Huangfu Shaozong didn't really think about it, but since his sister asked him to do it, he would do it.

If you have to do it, you should do it more beautifully. Not only do you invite him to live in your home, but you also take him away from Tang Wanzhuang. My sister will be very happy to see Tang Wanzhuang depressed.

These two old women have been fighting each other for more than ten years. I really don’t know what there is to fight about and when they will stop. Although Huangfu Shaozong felt that it would be retarded for the two women to continue to be as vindictive as the little girl when they were old enough to have their own identities, but since they were sisters, they always had to help.

So Huangfu Shaozong openly went to the Demon Division to ask for people and treat them to dinner.

Unexpectedly, Tang Wanzhuang, who had been having a falling out with Huangfu, had no intention of stopping Zhao Changhe this time. Since he entered the capital, he would either leave immediately or let the capital see his beauty.

Tang Wanzhuang was sure that something would happen when Zhao Changhe went to the banquet.

There is no need for the storms swirling behind the scenes of the major forces, there will be countless people looking for trouble openly.

The martial arts in this world are extremely prosperous. From the emperor to the head of the aristocratic family, they are all top powerhouses. It can be seen that it is not the same model as the ancient times in this world.

I think back when Zhao Changhe was in Beimang and first entered the Qianlong List, he attracted a large group of second-rate people to challenge him. This is not a special case. Almost everyone on the list will continue to encounter similar challenges. Cui Yuanyang and Wan Dongliu used their family to If you hide your power and don't come out, no one will make trouble.

Because people are dissatisfied, I am four-level and you are three-level. I am much stronger than you. Why can you be on the list and look up to the world? Even explaining Qianlong's meaning tens of thousands of times can't erase people's first understanding, which is dissatisfaction.

As the hard training continues to improve and reaches the sixth or seventh level, the number of people looking for trouble will begin to decrease, but the number of people at the same level who want to fight will increase.

You are at the sixth level, and I am also at the sixth or even seventh level. Are you a hidden dragon? I'm going to try your best. If you have low EQ, ask why. If you have high EQ, ask where the gap is from the Qianlong list.

This phenomenon happens everywhere in the world, and it is even common in people lists. This is one of the typical manifestations of why the Book of Troubled Times caused troubled times.

I haven't met Zhao Changhe for a long time, because he either hangs out with the Cao Gang, hides from the Tang family, or discusses martial arts in Langya. His whereabouts are unpredictable when he goes out, and there is no chance for others to cause trouble. But this time I went to Beijing alone, without hiding anything, and was as dazzling as a big burning candle. Isn't that tantamount to announcing that it is opening fire on me?

It can be said that ever since Mr. Dai called out the three words Zhao Changhe at the city gate, countless men from the capital with similar cultivation have begun to make moves.

Including Huangfu Shaozong himself, he also wanted to have a fight with Zhao Changhe. He was at the seventh level of the Mysterious Entrance and Zhao Changhe was at the sixth level. However, their rankings were only two places apart. He also wanted to know why. Of course, he is not suitable to take action, he has Xiao Jiujiu.

So the place for entertaining guests is not the Yihong Building, but the restaurant opposite. There are no private rooms in the restaurant. It is still a classic wall-less attic with ventilation from all sides. It has a wide view. It is said to be comfortable to enjoy the scenery, but in fact anyone can jump up.

Zhao Changhe could see Huangfu Shaozong's intention, smiled slightly, and didn't care.

"Brother Zhao, this is the famous Zhangjia Restaurant in the capital. The most famous thing in the restaurant is..."

"Zhi Rong Snow Jade Cake?"

Huangfu Shaozong was astonished: "Brother Zhao actually knows all about Beijing's pastries?"

"There's a little girl who likes it."

"...Cui Yuanyang, right?" Huangfu Shaozong choked: "Brother Zhao, no one here will convey it to her for you. If you want to pick up a girl from a distance, forget it."

"Hey, do you understand? This bearded character is wrong."

"To each other, your scarred face is not suitable for this kind of thing." Huangfu Shaozong said expressionlessly: "What brother invited Brother Zhao to eat was not a girl's cake, but the hibiscus wine here. Of course, if Brother Zhao wants to eat cake..."

"No need." Zhao Changhe directly reached for the wine bottle on the table and poured wine for Huangfu Shaozong as a guest.

Huangfu Shaozong felt that this seemed rude to him. Just as he was about to say something, footsteps came from the stairs: "It is said that the bloodthirsty Shura Zhao Changhe is here?"

Zhao Changhe kept pouring the wine and glanced at Huangfu Shaozong with a half-smile: "Actually, Brother Huangfu should go to Langya."

You are having a treat at the Marquis's house. No one will believe me if there is no one guarding the stairs. This is because you also want to weigh my weight.

Huangfu Shaozong's face turned slightly red. He knew that his intentions had been seen through, so he did not defend himself. He just turned to look at the visitor: "Huangfu is treating me, are you slapping me in the face?"

The visitor clasped his fists and said: "It is rare for a bloodthirsty Shura to go to the capital. If you don't take this opportunity to see him, you will have no chance in the future. Young Lord, please forgive me for being a warrior."

Huangfu Shaozong looked at Zhao Changhe and tried to say: "Brother Zhao means..."

Zhao Changhe finished pouring his wine and continued to pour himself wine: "Whatever you want."

The visitor took a deep breath and slowly drew his sword: "I'm the Capital Master Kuanglong, Chen..."

"I'm not interested in knowing the name. Just draw your sword." Zhao Changhe didn't even draw his sword, but was still pouring wine without even looking at the other party.

The visitor finally showed his anger: "The bloodthirsty Shura despises my capital master too much!"

"Don't represent the capital, I just despise individuals." Zhao Changhe put down the wine bottle helplessly: "Damn it, I originally planned to finish the fight while pouring the wine, but you guys are talking too much, making it difficult for me to pretend to be honest. . Can’t you just be direct?”

Huangfu Shaozong's expression became very exciting.

What kind of brain circuit is this? It actually focuses on posing!

You can learn from him. No wonder he is so famous. That's how he got it.

The mad dragon of the capital was stunned for a long time, and finally got angry: "This is too much!"

The sword light was like a thread, piercing Zhao Changhe's face. It looked like he wanted to make a symmetrical scar on the other side of Zhao Changhe's face to teach him a lesson.

Zhao Changhe raised the wine bowl with his left hand and gestured to Huangfu Shaozong: "Thank you for the hospitality. I toast to Brother Huangfu."

Huangfu Shaozong raised the bowl with interest.

The two bowls collided, and with a "ding" sound, a flying sword arrived at Zhao Changhe's face at this time. Zhao Changhe suddenly raised his right hand to palm everything.

In the eyes of the other party, Zhao Changhe, who was originally sitting there leisurely with flaws all over his body, suddenly all the flaws disappeared with this palm, and the barrier was like a mountain, overlooking like a god.

"Pah!" The palm cut the side of the sword. Everything that seemed ordinary suddenly burst out with terrifying power at the moment of contact. Even the sword seemed to be bent. The stabbing action was directly deflected and rushed past Zhao Changhe.

His feet were hooked at some point, and the whole person rushed forward, "bang" hitting the pillar behind, and slowly slid down.

Zhao Changhe seemed to have nothing happened, and drank it all in one gulp: "Good wine!"

Huangfu Shaozong's eyes seemed to have deep meaning: "Shenhuang Fenglei Palm..."

"Good eyesight. I'm not very skilled in using it, brother Huangfu, please laugh at me."

In the middle of a conversation, several people came up the stairs, one of whom drew his sword and rushed over directly: "The young ancestor of the Huang family in the capital, please teach me, bloodthirsty Shura!"

"The next one doesn't need to say the name. Whoever can let me draw the sword, I'm interested in knowing the name." Zhao Changhe stretched out his finger and flicked it, and the long sword flew out of his hand directly.

"The clear waves..."

"Good eyesight." The next moment, a fist as big as a vinegar bowl hit Huang Shaozu's face: "Brother Huangfu, please appreciate what this punch is called?"

"...I can't tell, it's just a random punch, right?"

"Is the Blood Evil Fist that comes with my Blood Evil Sword Skill so embarrassing?"

"..."

"Bang!" Huang Shaozu hit the pillar on the other side and fainted.

"The Xie family of the capital..."

"I said you don't need to give your name." Zhao Changhe reached out his hand quickly, grabbed the other's wrist, and threw him to the ground with a casual pull.

"The Zhao family of the capital..."

"Oh, my family, it's a pity that I don't have much face."

"Bang bang bang bang..." Huangfu Shaozong looked at the people who fainted after hitting the pillars one after another, and his face changed.

All of these people were from the fifth to seventh levels of the Xuanguan, and some of them were higher than Zhao Changhe in terms of cultivation level.

But none of them could survive the second move of Zhao Changhe. Not only did he not draw his sword, he didn't even move his butt.

No, he even used only one hand, and the other hand was still pouring wine and drinking. He drank a bowl of wine to beat one person. Within a few breaths, ten bowls were down, and the attic was already full of people rolling around.

The gap was so big that it was impossible to tell that it was a fight of the same level. It was just like an adult beating a child.

Huangfu Shaozong himself was at the seventh level of Xuanguan and the eleventh level of Qianlong. In theory, he was stronger than Zhao Changhe, but he had to admit that even if he could easily beat these people, he couldn't do it as easily as Zhao Changhe.

That was the vision of a veteran, the most direct and effective use of combat skills. People who had not rolled around in the rivers and lakes could not understand it at all. Even the seemingly ordinary blood evil fist was played like a unique skill in Zhao Changhe's hands.

And Huangfu Shaozong could see that as the battle progressed, Zhao Changhe's fists and palms became more skilled. The previous Shenhuang Fenglei Palm was indeed a little rusty, but later it was truly immovable, and no one could break his palm range.

"Bang!" Zhao Changhe punched a man in the face again and poured wine again. The wine pot was empty.

Zhao Changhe laughed: "There are too many people and not enough wine. Why should the capital be stingy in entertaining guests? Come on, serve the wine!"

The restaurant was silent, and even Huangfu Shaozong's mind was a little blank for a while.

It seemed that everyone had sent it to the door, and this person became famous in Beijing after a meal of wine.