Not long after, the food on the table was brought up by the waiter.

Before leaving, the waiter said, "My young masters and ladies, eat slowly, just call me a little if you have something to do."

Yang Cong couldn't help but shook his head and thought to himself, "This waiter obviously regards Yingying and me as the young masters and ladies of a prominent family, and he will not cause any trouble like this. Forget it, I won't think about it anymore. Anyway, ordinary little thieves can't do anything to me."

Seeing so many dishes on the table, Ren Yingying picked up the chopsticks and didn't know which one to eat first. She paused for a pair of chopsticks here and there, and couldn't make the decision. So she looked at Yang Cong with a pitiful look, wanting him to make a decision for him.

"Uh... let's eat a piece of meat first and gain a little weight." As he said that, he picked up a piece of meat from the table and put it into Ren Yingying's bowl.

Ren Yingying gave Yang Cong a blank look and said, "If you gain weight, you will not be beautiful, and no one likes you."

Yang Cong said: "No one likes you if you gain weight, then I like it."

"Really? Well, I'll eat more meat and gain weight." Ren Yingying was obviously very concerned about what Yang Cong just said. As she said that, she picked up the meat and put it in her mouth.

"Fake it." Yang Cong gave Ren Yingying 10,000 real damage.

Ren Yingying's face turned red with anger and she said angrily: "Ah,...you lie to me." Then her eyes turned red and she covered her eyes with her hands. "Wuwuwu, Brother Yang bullies me, bullies me, I won't live anymore..." As she said that, she was about to run out of the restaurant.

Yang Cong hurriedly grabbed Ren Yingying's hand and said, "What's wrong with me? I'm not good at daring to you..."

Ren Yingying was pulled by Yang Cong, and her hands seemed to be locked, so she cried even harder. "Woooooo... I won't live anymore, I won't live anymore."

The people watching the show were talking nonsense.

"What are these two doing?"

"I tell you, this man is strong against this woman, and this woman will never agree. No, the woman is locked up by this man."

"Yes, yes."

"How could there be such a shameless person? A woman doesn't want to do so, so he still has to use strong ones."

Yang Cong heard the gossip of these people beside him and said angrily to the people beside him: "Get out of here, don't worry about my master's affairs, get out of here."

The people around saw Yang Cong cursing at him and others, and hurriedly dispersed, but they still said dissatisfied with their mouths, "Who is this? This person does this shameless thing in broad daylight, otherwise we will care about it, it's true."

He kept saying it, but his steps never stopped.

Then Yang Cong turned his fierce face and smiled bitterly at Ren Yingying, "My little ancestor, what are you going to do? Tell me, I will definitely do whatever you say."

"This is what you said. Don't regret it. If you regret it, I'll cry." Ren Yingying's mourning face changed after hearing Yang Cong's words, and her originally mourning face suddenly turned into a smile.

Yang Cong couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart as if he had fallen into this little girl's plan. "Tell me, no matter what you ask for, as long as I can do it, I will definitely do it."

Ren Yingying returned to her original position and sat, picked up the chopsticks and picked up the dishes and said, "I haven't thought about it yet, I'll talk about it after I think about it."

Yang Cong also returned to his seat and said, "Okay." He said that, and he used his hands to pick up the chopsticks on the table.

But before his hand touched the chopsticks, a pair of rough hands took away Yang Cong's chopsticks.

Yang Cong saw the person clearly and couldn't help but exclaim: "It's you."

The owner of the hands was not someone else, but the old man who had cheated Yang Cong before. The old man replied while eating: "Yes, it's me."

Yang Cong looked at the old man's eating behavior and his mouth trembled, because the old man was so edible, just like he hadn't eaten for nearly a hundred years, his mouth was like a bottomless pit, and he had eaten half of the dishes on the table. "What do you want to do? I just marveled before, and you said it was a tycoon meal. Now if you come here, I have something bad to do."

The old man was still like a starving ghost, eating food voraciously, ignoring Yang Cong.

Not long after, the dishes on the table were already in a stack of plates. The old man covered his stomach and couldn't help but beat a gap, and said to Yang Cong: "Boy, go get some food again, I'm not full yet."

At this time, Ren Yingying also pulled Yang Cong's clothes and whispered: "Brother Yang, I haven't eaten it yet. I want to eat noodles. Can you help me make it?"

Yang Cong looked at Ren Yingying and then at the old man, shouting to the waiter at the door: "Waiter, give me another bowl of noodles."

When the old man heard that Yang Cong didn't call him, he shouted, "Where is my old man?"

Yang Cong directly ignored the old man. This old man was so good at eating. Even if Yang Cong had a lot of silver that he had received from the system, he was not the one who touched the flowers.

After a while, the waiter came over with a professional smile and put it on Yang Cong and the others' table. Ren Yingying was about to go and serve it more, but found that the old man had already started eating the bowl of noodles just now, and his eyes began to turn red.

"You are too old and bullied people too much. You can bully me, I can tolerate it, but you can bully my sister just can't." After Yang Cong saw this scene, a fire of namelessness emerged from his chest. He didn't care if you were a congenital master or not, and stood up and slapped it on the table with a heavy slap.

Ren Yingying was startled. I wonder why Yang Cong got so angry, because she had never seen Yang Cong get angry before. Brother Yang was usually very kind, but after hearing what Brother Yang said later, the haze in her heart disappeared, because Brother Yang still liked her very much and could make her so angry. But Ren Yingying was already over teenage after all, and she had long seen the extraordinaryness of the old man in front of her, otherwise Brother Yang would not say he could bear it, so she hurriedly grabbed Yang Cong's clothes and said, "Brother Yang, I'm fine, it doesn't matter."

"Yingying, you can wait aside first, I'll be fine soon," said Yang Cong.

After saying that, he clenched his fist with his right hand and hit the old man. Just as Yang Cong's fist was about to hit the old man, the old man slanted and easily avoided Yang Cong's attack. He turned around and kicked Yang Cong's chest. Yang Cong's center of gravity was unstable, so he was kicked to the wall. The wall behind Yang Cong was already full of cracks, and it can be seen that the power of this kick was very powerful.

"Oh, boy is quite capable, it's okay to do this. Haha, what if you hold on, what if you hold on, I'll give you an opportunity, an opportunity that everyone dreams of." As he said that, the old man concentrated 20% of his internal strength in the palm below. He wanted to see if the boy in front of him could hold on. If he hold on, then this boy can inherit his mantle.

Yang Cong got up from the ground and looked at the old man fiercely. As for what the old man had just said, he didn't hear a word clearly. Yang Cong made a seal with his right hand and took a palm from the old man. This time Yang Cong was not an ordinary palm. When he took the palm, Yang Cong used the Beiming Divine Art.

The two of them were like two floods, beating each other.

A mysterious suction force wandered where the two of them took over, absorbing the old man's internal force and fed back into Yang Cong's body, which repaired a lot of damage from the kick that Yang Cong had just endured.

The old man felt that there was a suction force where the two of them held their hands. At first, it felt nothing serious. However, as Yang Cong's power became stronger and stronger, his power was weakening, he felt something was wrong. Moreover, he could not retract his right palm, so he directly gathered his huge internal force and forced Yang Cong to force it to attack Yang Cong at one time, which made the two of them separate their palms.

Yang Cong covered his chest and said to the old man: "It's the junior who lost."

The old man waved his hand and said, "I almost fell into you."

Yang Cong said: "I dare to ask what I want to do, I have no grudges and grudges with me, so why do I deliberately make things difficult for me?"

"No, no, you have never made enemies with me, and I didn't mean to make things difficult for you. I just gave you an opportunity."

"I don't know, I'm not sure." Yang Cong said.

The old man took out two books from his pocket in his clothes and threw them to Yang Cong and said, "I have a few books here. If you practice both of these skills to the middle of the year when I come to see you next month, I will teach you something else." After that, he turned around and walked out of the restaurant.

Yang Cong looked at the two martial arts in front of him, the eighteen styles of the Wushuang sword technique and the ghost footwork, and didn't know what to do. Although he was beaten up, he picked up two martial arts for nothing. I really don't know whether it was good or bad.

Yang Cong suddenly felt a sweet throat and spit out a mouthful of bright red blood. Ren Yingying was shocked when she saw this scene, and hurriedly ran to Yang Cong to support her and said, "Brother Yang, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Cong waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter if you vomit blood, that old man is really not a good person." Ren Yingying complained. He helped Yang Cong find a stool to sit.

At this time, the waiter came over in World War II and said tremblingly: "That...... Young Master, our small business, look at these stools, tables, and walls. Father-in-law..., it's fine if you don't want to compensate."

Yang Cong was just wondering why the old man was walking so fast, but now he finally knew why he was walking so fast. Your sister, she broke things. Damn, next time I think he can't just let it go.

Although Yang Cong didn't want to pay the bill, he still had to pay it. He couldn't join the Demon Sect (Sun and Moon Sect) as he couldn't....., he took out a few taels of silver from the space of the item and handed it to the waiter, "Is it enough?"
Chapter completed!