Zhou Cheng frowned slightly, glanced at the boy surnamed Dong, and said, "You should take care of your mouth first, be careful that disaster comes from your mouth."

It was a very unpleasant thing to be interrupted while dining. In Zhou Cheng's opinion, the behavior of this young man surnamed Dong was already getting more and more serious.

If necessary, Zhou Cheng would not mind educating the young man surnamed Dong, so that he could know what politeness is.

Daorong was also awakened by the experience of tasting delicious food. He looked at Zhou Cheng with some strangeness, then looked at the boy surnamed Dong, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with this little donor?"

Calculate your age, Daorong is still twenty-five years old this year, so it is reasonable to call this young man surnamed Dong.

But the boy surnamed Dong was obviously angry, and he thought it was a pile of turbulent oil, and he could light him up at anything. When he heard the name "Little Donor", he immediately became furious, slapped the table with a bang, stared at Daorong, and said with disgust: "Stinky Taoist priest, what are you calling me? Do you know who I am? What qualifications do you have to call me the little donor?"

Faced with such a sarcasm, even though Daorong's temper was good, he couldn't help it. His face darkened and said, "If I have anything to offend the donor, I hope the donor will say it clearly. If I am really wrong, I will apologize to the donor, but if I am at a loss, please..."

"Bah!" The young man surnamed Dong interrupted Daorong's words directly and sneered: "What are you pretending to be? What I hate most in my life are you stinky Taoist priests, and they are talking about me, donors, and they are all doing some tricks and deceits! You..."

Slap!

Zhou Cheng gently tapped the wooden table twice, and the crisp sound made directly rushed into the heart of the boy surnamed Dong, making his expression slightly stiff.

"I hope you will be careful." Zhou Cheng looked at the boy surnamed Dong again and said, "Otherwise, the disaster will really come out of your mouth."

Just now, the boy surnamed Dong scolded the world's Taoist sect. If he met someone who was serious, he might be really chopped down.

The boy surnamed Dong is just a weapon refiner with a small amount of energy. He is just a beginner. There are so many ways to kill him quietly with such strength.

The brother and sister seemed to have noticed this incident. They hurried over to dissuade them, and the brother said, "Brother Dong, I want to talk nonsense. Today, there are still many famous and upright sects in the lower sect."

"Yes, yes." The sister nodded and said as if she was aware of it: "The fourth-place 'Tai Chi Wuchen' on the Yinghua List is a Taoist disciple, and the seventh-place 'Guancangshui', and the eleventh-place 'Well-Earth Immortal' are all Taoist disciples. They are not stinky Taoist priests and will not do anything to cheat."

Tai Chi Wuchen, the True Immortal of Earth Demon... Zhou Cheng and Daorong looked at each other, and at this time they were mentioned their nickname, and they were in front of them. They always felt that it seemed a bit wonderful.

The boy surnamed Dong looked completely cynical in his clothes. How could he pay attention to the dissuasion of the brother and sister? He even said sarcastically: "They don't? Haha, a joke. You are not a disciple of Taiyi Sect, Chunyang Sect.

How do you know that such a famous sect is so glorious that there is no shameful thing? Alas, you only know the study in the school, and how can you know the truth in this world? It’s useless to tell you."

The girl was so angry that she shouted, "What do you know? Don't think I don't know what you did? You haven't studied hard for half a year. You only started to cram the exam when you were about to take the exam, but it was not very useful, so you put your hope on the illusory Taoist talisman.

You went to find a Taoist priest in You Fang to ask for the talisman, hoping to pass the annual exam, but in the end you got the third place in the bottom. That's why you hate and smear the Taoist priests like this, right?"

The boy surnamed Dong's face became more and more cold, and finally he simply shook his sleeves and said, "I'll use this young master to slander it? Chunyang Sect and Taiyi Sect have definitely done a lot of things to oppress other sects in secret."

After saying that, he shook his head, looked at Zhou Cheng and others with contempt, and then turned around and walked back.

Zhou Cheng's eyes were cold, and the light in his eyes swayed slightly, and a mass of energy was condensed under the feet of the scholar surnamed Dong.

Bang!

But there was a dull sound. The scholar named Dong, a weapon refiner with a small accomplishment in the spirit stage, was tripped and fell to the ground, and his face hit the ground directly.

The scholar surnamed Dong raised his head in a dirt face, stood up, and shouted angrily: "Who!?"

Click!

At the same time, a crisp sound was heard. The scholar surnamed Dong actually fell to the ground again, and he threw it harder than last time. His right leg was tilted to the side and broke his bones...

"Ah!" The scholar surnamed Dong couldn't help but scream. The severe pain of the fracture was still very painful for him.

The brother and sister looked at the scholar named Dong on the ground in a dumbfounded manner. This was the weapon refiner who had opened his soul. How could he fall for no reason for no reason and even break his bones... It was incredible.

Could it be that someone was taking action in secret? The brother and sister subconsciously looked at Zhou Cheng and Daorong. Could it be them? It seems very likely.

The scholar surnamed Dong naturally thought of this. He stared at Zhou Cheng fiercely and said, "Stinky Taoist priest, do you dare to plot against me? My father is Yongkangbo of the Great Qi, and you actually dare to plot against me."

"Yongkang Bo? Who is that?" Zhou Cheng asked back, then smiled and said, "I should never say anything about Yongkang Bo."

In fact, Zhou Cheng had also heard of Yongkang Bo. After all, he had been in Handu for four years and was quite familiar with the powerful people here. However, compared with his identity, a mere Yongkang Bo is really not enough to see.

But at this moment, two graceful figures walked up, also wearing Ningxue red-textured scholar robe, and were also students of Handan Capital Academy.

These are two girls, one of whom is a little older, probably at the age of eighteen or nineteen. He has a beautiful appearance and a quiet temperament, making people feel very comfortable to look at.

The other one is a little younger, at the age of seventeen or eighteen, and is quite beautiful, but has a more lively temperament.
Chapter completed!