Fantasy: The Supreme Being is already invincible at birth

"Guest officer, do you want to be a top player or stay in a hotel?"

After finding a common inn, Ye Qian held the little one in her arms and held her brother's hand with one hand.

After entering, the waiter quickly stepped forward and asked respectfully.

"Bring me some delicious food, just your store's signature dishes, and prepare a good room!" Ye Qian said loudly.

"Okay, sir, wait a moment, the food will be coming soon——"

When the waiter heard this, he didn't take the initiative to order, but let him prepare the dishes as he pleased. Naturally, he was a rich man, so he turned around to say hello happily.

Brother and sister Ye Hao found a corner and sat down. Ye Hao closed his eyes and rested, while Ye Qian was teasing the little one.

"Sir, here comes the delicious food——"

After a while, the waiter came over with a plate in each hand.

"Waiter, give me a pot of fine sake to soothe your throat, and then prepare a banquet for me -"

Hearing the voice, Ye Qian turned around curiously and saw a Confucian scholar walking downstairs. He wore a square scarf crookedly, a sharp chin, and shabby clothes. He was shaking a paper fan in his hand.

When the waiter saw this, his face showed disgust, and he mocked: "Why, you are eating for free and you want to eat for free?"

The Confucian scholar was not angry at all. He sat in the hall and laughed and scolded: "You said that I eat for free. Hey, I really don't eat for free today."

After that, he took out a large silver ingot from his sleeve and threw it on the table: "Bring me some wine, sir!"

"Hey, it's all for nothing. Why are you rich today? Where did you steal it from?" The waiter quickly picked it up from the table, weighed the genuine and fake ones, and said with a smile.

"You have a dog's eye on people. My money is so white and shiny. How did it come from a bad way?" The Confucian scholar rolled his eyes and said, "Stop talking nonsense and give me a good drink first. I'll moisten my throat."

"Oh, it's all for nothing. You still owe the shopkeeper one or two or seven dollars. How do you settle the bill?" the waiter sneered.

"Don't you have any eyes? The master is rich today, so what's the big deal with this mere tael of silver?" The Confucian scholar opened the fan with a swipe, revealing a dark fan surface, and said lazily.

"Okay, okay, I'll let you pretend to be the master today, and I'll settle the score with you when you pretend to be the grandson tomorrow." The waiter said coldly, "Wait a minute, I'll get you a drink right now."

Ye Qian, who was watching the show, pulled his brother's sleeve and said, "Brother, what does this person do? Why is he so thick-skinned..."

Ye Hao heard the words, raised his eyes and saw that the spiritual energy was surging in the man's body. He thought that this man was not a mortal, but a cultivator.

The man felt Ye Hao's gaze and looked towards him. Realizing that he couldn't see through Ye Hao's cultivation, he smiled and nodded.

After a while, the waiter served sake.

"Drink, it's free. This is the best wine in my shop. It costs one tael of silver per catty."

But I saw the Confucian scholar took the wine, filled a cup, and sprinkled it on the ground.

This move made the waiter's flesh hurt, and he couldn't help but curse: "You are so poor, are you crazy?"

But the Confucian scholar ignored him and poured another cup.

The waiter thought he was going to cheat again, so he quickly said: "If you waste my good wine again, I won't let you drink it!"

but.

This time he didn't lie.

He took a sip lightly and said: "Donghuang Daze, the blessings are soaring."

"Once upon a time, the Emperor of Heaven was in power and benefited all living beings."

"Nowadays, foreign tribes have invaded and evil spirits are rampant."

"But... no one can bear the burden."

"Everyone is just a bag of wine and rice."

"He only has a rotten skin. He only knows how to grovel with foreigners, covet money and wealth, and suffer evil."

"There aren't many things with a backbone."

"Is there no one available for me in Donghuang Daze?"

The Confucian scholar looked up to the sky and smiled.

Drink the sake in one sip.

His face was full of sadness.

The waiter shook his head and said, "What a madman. What kind of nonsense are you talking about?"

"Ha ha ha ha......"

At this time.

A man with a huge back and strong waist stood up from the corner and said, "Isn't this what you humans should be like, but you are a pariah sober, how about I send you on your way?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man showed a big cat face, which made the waiter's face turn pale.

"What the hell, what the hell..." The waiter ran away without caring about the plate in his hand.

At this time, the Confucian scholar stopped his madness and stood up, his momentum was shaken, and his whole body exuded a faint royal aura.

"You monster, you dare to show up in my human realm, you really don't know how to live or die!"

After the Confucian scholar finished speaking, he put away the folding fan in his hand and attacked the cat-faced man.

The mortals around him saw that this man was actually a god, and when they saw monsters, they were so frightened that they scattered away.

The waiter did his duty faithfully and did not leave. Instead, he hid behind the counter and took a peek.

It turned out that this person who had always been a freeloader turned out to be a god. The waiter immediately beat his chest, feeling annoyed and a little afraid from the bottom of his heart. This insulted the gods, and he had to fall into the endless hell.

Ye Qian looked on in amusement, but he was just a small demon in the realm of alchemy, but no one cared about him, and it was up to a Confucian scholar of the same realm to support justice.

Afterwards, one person and one demon fought together.

Ye Hao noticed that there were other immortal cultivators of high and low realms watching the battle nearby. They had human auras and demons. It seemed that they were trying to balance each other.

At this time, the Confucian scholar and the cat-faced man were fighting fiercely, and they seemed to be on equal footing.

But Ye Hao could see that although this Confucian scholar was vulgarly dressed, he still had some real abilities in the realm of pill formation.

His spiritual power is extremely strong, and his moves can be wide open or close, but they are both rough and fine. Moreover, the folding fan in his hand is also a good magic weapon, capable of both offense and defense.

As time goes by, this demon will inevitably be defeated.

The people staying in the inn who have not yet left are all immortal cultivators, so they are all watching the show.

"Brother, if this person loses, he will lose face to Donghuang." Ye Qian looked at Ye Hao and said.

Although her voice was not loud, she did not hide it deliberately, so the people around her could hear her clearly.

The Confucian scholar became more and more courageous as he fought, and the folding fan in his hand became more mysterious. Behind him, a faint imperial majesty appeared, and the cat-faced man was exhausted from the beating.

"Tch, he looks like an arrogant monster bastard, but he is actually just a loser and useless at all."

The paper fan came and sawdust flew around. Suddenly, eight white-faced Confucian scholars appeared around the demon, and then they all attacked the demon.

"The lion roars!"

The demon took a deep breath and let out a roar. In an instant, the eight clones of the Confucian scholar turned into bubbles and flew away.

The Confucian scholar slapped him with a slap.

A blade of light appeared.

The demon was still panting at this moment.

There was no time to escape.

hit directly.

Hit the wall hard.

A mouthful of blood spat out from the demon's mouth.

Subsequently.

He lost his breath.

"it is good!"

Ye Qian's blood boiled with excitement.

When she saw the demon was defeated.

Immediately applauded.

But the others were staring straight at her.