Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Zhang Yifeng didn't pay too much attention to this. After all, it had nothing to do with him. He just had a brief understanding of it.

Afterwards, Zhang Yifeng casually found a good-looking inn and stayed here for the time being.

At night, Qingyang City was also very lively. Zhang Yifeng only rested in the inn and was not interested in the excitement.

Until midnight, Zhang Yifeng suddenly heard a soft sound on the roof. He couldn't help but frowned, thinking who was running around here in the middle of the night?

At this moment, the sound suddenly stopped, just above the room where Zhang Yifeng was.

"boom!"

A sound sounded, and dozens of tiles that were broken into pieces fell down.

At the same time, a ball of white light flew out and landed on the table in front of Zhang Yifeng.

"brush!"

A figure disappeared from the roof in an instant. Zhang Yifeng immediately chased him out, but there was no trace of the person.

"Who is it? What do you want to do?"

Zhang Yifeng quickly returned to the room, looked closely at the white mass on the table, and found that it was a letter.

After Zhang Yifeng confirmed that there was nothing unusual on the letter paper, he picked it up.

"Zhang Kexin, Shinto Sea Territory!"

Zhang Yifeng was immediately surprised when he saw the words on the letter. It turned out to be news about his sister Zhang Kexin?

Does this mean that my sister is in the Shinto sea? What is this place?

Zhang Yifeng frowned, he had never heard of this name before.

Who is the other party? Why did this news suddenly come to him?

Zhang Yifeng pondered for a long time and had no clue at all.

He could not figure out how Zhang Kexin got from Lingyue Continent to the Shinto Sea.

The only thing that makes Zhang Yifeng a little relieved is that since the other party has sent the news, it proves that Zhang Kexin's life is not in danger at present.

Zhang Yifeng pondered in silence for a long time, and finally burned the letter. It seemed that he wanted to find out where this Shinto sea area was.

Zhang Kexin is his only relative. Now that he has clues, he should go and investigate.

I wonder who sent this letter? Friend or foe?

After a long time, Zhang Yifeng went to find the waiter at the inn, changed a room, and paid a sum of immortal stones as compensation for the damage to the room.

Although the room was not damaged by Zhang Yifeng, considering the news that the other party sent him about Zhang Kexin, some fairy stones were nothing.

On the first day of the day, Zhang Yifeng got up early and came to the lobby of the inn when he suddenly heard a loud noise.

"Hmph, we are going to have the Overlord's meal today. What can you do? Come over and have a fight if you have the guts!"

A middle-aged man was standing in the field at the moment and said with a ferocious expression.

Opposite him was the waiter of this inn, with a look of fear on his face, and he just listened to his careful words.

"Young man... I don't dare, but if you don't pay, the shopkeeper will blame you, and I can't bear it."

A group of people were watching, but no one had any intention of taking action. It was obvious that this middle-aged man had an unusual identity.

"Humph, so what? Are you not convinced?"

"Snapped!"

The middle-aged man suddenly slapped the waiter, and a red palm print suddenly appeared on the other person's face.

The waiter was slapped and immediately did not dare to speak again, for fear that the middle-aged man would come to deal with him again.

The other party is a monk, and it is only a piece of cake to deal with him.

The expressions of the people around him showed disdain. As a monk, he acted so shamelessly.

But no one dared to come forward to complain, obviously because of the other party's background, for fear of being liquidated afterwards.

"My lord, please calm down. This waiter is new here and doesn't understand etiquette. If you don't treat me well, please forgive me."

At this time, the shopkeeper hurriedly came over to say good things, and he was sweating in his heart, secretly wondering why the owner was here?

"Hmph, you know that every dog ​​has its own owner. How dare you ask me for money? You, the shopkeeper, are also to blame!"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said very unkindly.

"My lord, what I'm saying is that it's the villain Meng Lang. Don't worry, lord, the villain will definitely teach the waiter a lesson when he comes back and spoil your lord's mood!"

The shopkeeper hurriedly said in a low voice, "I can't help it. Who makes this owner difficult to deal with?"

He is a well-known scoundrel in Qingyang City. The key is that his background is very deep and few people dare to provoke him.

Although those who can open an inn in Qingyang City must have their own personal connections.

But compared to this middle-aged man, their background relationship seems useless.

"What you say as the shopkeeper sounds pretty good to me. In that case, I won't make it difficult for you. Kneel down and kowtow three times, and I'll let you go."

The middle-aged man suddenly said proudly.

As soon as he said this, the people around him suddenly showed expressions that were indeed true, but they all looked at it with gloating.

"This... Sir, in front of so many people, is it not good for me to kneel down and kowtow?"

The shopkeeper's expression changed. He didn't want to do such an embarrassing thing.

Otherwise, he will become famous in Qingyang City this time.

"Snapped!"

The middle-aged man suddenly slapped the shopkeeper on the face. The shopkeeper screamed and his body flew backwards, breaking many seats.

"Hmph, you still dare to talk back? You are really brave. I didn't want your life, young master, so you should burn incense and worship Buddha! Today I smashed up your shabby shop so that you still dare to look down on me! "

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and actually started smashing it.

The crowd of people watching suddenly dispersed and ran out of the lobby, for fear of being stared at by the other party.

Obviously, the reputation of this middle-aged man in Qingyang City has been completely ruined, otherwise these people would not have such a big response.

The middle-aged man grabbed a chair and threw it out. By coincidence, it happened to be in the direction of Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng originally had no intention of paying attention to these nonsense, and the twists and turns inside had nothing to do with him.

But he didn't expect that this middle-aged man would be so domineering and even threw chairs towards him.

Although Zhang Yifeng did not intend to intervene, of course he would not be polite if this middle-aged man was so arrogant.

"boom!"

The law of force appeared in Zhang Yifeng's hand, and with the power to fly the chair, he turned his hand and sent the chair back with ten times the strength.

The middle-aged man didn't know what happened at the moment, but he was suddenly hit in the back by a chair, and immediately staggered and fell to the ground.

Although the force was very strong, Zhang Yifeng did not kill him, so the opponent only suffered some superficial injuries and would be fine at all.

The middle-aged man fell and became very angry. He immediately jumped up from the ground and roared: "Who is it!"