Peerless Emperor Summoning System

It's a pity that many of the people who came this time couldn't see how terrifying the beautiful snake trio was.

I thought it was just three beautiful waitresses.

It didn't matter at all.

Shut up, little bitch, do you know who I am?

Lao Tzu is a great general——

Brother!

Get out of the way quickly, or Lao Tzu will take you to Fa-rectification on the spot.

As he spoke, the man showed a disgusting smile.

Nima is not the general himself, the general's brother is a bird.

This prince is a prince, the elder brother of the emperor!

You are just an idle prince with little power, how can you compare to this official, the first rank in the dynasty!

There was a lot of noise.

The people who came were all prominent figures.

It stands to reason that when encountering these people in general restaurants, they are afraid of offending them, and they will definitely do their best to take care of them.

Qin Long also thought so.

While eating his sauced beef, enjoying the delicacy, he looked at Ye Motian.

Wondering what this guy would do.

Amei, you know my temper, dare to call you a little bitch, smash your mouth and throw it out!

It is true that Ye Motian is greedy for money.

But someone dared to humiliate his men.

Then no!

It doesn't matter whether you are the general's brother or not, even if you are the general himself, you can take care of it.

Yes, Your Majesty!

Hearing Ye Motian's words, Amei smiled, and lifted the general's younger brother up with one hand.

He slapped twenty big mouths.

The guy's mouth was covered in blood.

In the end, he threw the chrysanthemum directly downstairs.

Seeing this scene, the old god stick pouted, this man is an idiot.

You can't pretend to be forceful wherever you go, but you have to come and go downstairs.

Don't you know that Ye Motian just slapped the prince Shi Wudao in the face?

I don't know if this little bastard doesn't even give the old man face?

The general's own brother?

Heh, I really think of myself as a person, but in fact I am not a fart.

Fuck, this is a black shop.

You dare to hit someone, believe it or not, we will complain to the government!

A mere little emperor of the Chiyang Kingdom dared to spread rumors that slapped His Highness the Crown Prince in the face.

I'm not afraid to tell you that today we are here to make trouble.

What can you do!

There are a lot of idiots today.

I just learned a lesson, but the next one didn't learn it, and became even more manic.

Black shop? Spreading rumors? Where is this shit!

But if you dare to trouble me, I really admire you, you have so much courage!

Ye Motian smiled, and said to Amei: What does this grandson do?

It seems to be a local official, a third-rank official.

Prince's henchmen.

Amy replied.

Knowing that Laozi is the prince, how dare you be arrogant? Get out of the way quickly.

Let me go in, otherwise, this chrysanthemum downstairs will be turned into a pile of ruins in minutes!

This local magistrate looks like a rascal.

Talking about Lao Tzu and shutting up Lao Tzu, it doesn't look like an official at all.

Moreover, he dared to threaten Ye Motian?

This made Ye Motian find it very interesting.

In fact, he didn't know who spread the matter of slapping the prince.

But rumors?

What a bunch of ignorant Luthers!

The magic mapo tofu of Lao Shen stick has also been prepared.

The old god stick took a bite of mapo tofu and drank a cup of burning knife.

It feels like going to heaven.

Then facing the stairs, quietly watching those idiots pretending to be.

These idiots don't even know him.

Dare to say that he is a bad old man.

He really wanted to see what happened to these fools in the end.

Idiot, is the third-rank magistrate very good?

Didn't you see that your national teachers are eating there obediently?

Ye Motian sneered, and said to Amei: Let everyone in the restaurant take a look today.

How did the third-rank magistrate of the lion camel country lose face in the bustling imperial city?

Slap him forty times and throw him out!

Hahahaha! Don't you think I'm that good-for-nothing just now?

Lao Tzu is a master of the ninth level of Xuanwu Realm!

The magistrate laughed wildly.

At the same time, the true essence is operated, and the breath explodes.

It looks very majestic.

Come on, don't you want to slap me? Come on!

He roared, completely ignoring the trio of beautiful snakes.

This stupid request is really perverted!

Ah Mei, people like slaps, so add another forty, and the three of you take turns!

Ye Motian laughed.

I've seen someone looking for a draw, but I've never seen such an active one.

Understood, Your Majesty!

A Mei smiled, stretched out her hand and drew towards the magistrate.

The magistrate sneered, took the initiative to attack, and punched A Mei.

In his imagination, A Mei would be hit directly by this punch and lie on the ground begging for mercy.

It's a pity that the ideal is very full, but the reality is very skinny.

The pathetic guy felt a slap on the face without even punching him.

All the infuriating blows flowed back.

Eyes full of gold stars, spinning in circles.

A Mei's hand was like an electric fan, and it slapped eighty times.

For an ordinary person, her own hand would probably be swollen from the beating.

But she is a martial artist at the ninth level of the Tianwu realm, so naturally she will not be afraid of this.

It's a pity that the magistrate has been knocked out.

Then he was lifted and thrown out of the chrysanthemum downstairs.

This scene finally made those clamoring dignitaries shut their mouths.

All of them were frightened and dumbfounded, shrinking their necks like ducks waiting to be slaughtered.

Come to eat, I welcome, but if they are here to find trouble, then they are role models!

Ye Motian sneered, and continued to sit down to eat.

Those around the stairs ran downstairs one after another, found a seat, and sat down casually.

Your sister, aren't they all rich, why don't you have a special meal?

Ye Motian sighed, the system breaks the rules, why can't it be forced.

How long will it take to collect one million low-grade spirit stones?

Now he has only earned more than 240,000 yuan.

Just as he was thinking, another person came in from outside the door.

It's a teenager!

With white hair, he looks very handsome.

But in Ye Motian's view, isn't this guy just a young man with a white head.

handsome?

I can't see it at all.

When the young man arrived at Ju and went downstairs, his eyes searched everywhere, as if he was looking for something.

His pupils are red.

With both hands behind his back, it's really pretentious!

Hey, that's the white-haired boy!

The young master of the White-haired Sect of Tianhai Kingdom!

This time the pre-examination results were at the first level of heaven, only slightly worse than Chiyang Emperor Ye Motian.

That's also a person who ranks within 1,000 on the Qianlong list of all nations, and ranks 9,830 on the black iron list!

I heard that Tianhai Kingdom has enmity with Chiyang Kingdom. Could it be that this white-haired young man is here to find trouble?

Hey, then there will be a good show to watch.

Diners like to watch the excitement, not to mention the battle between geniuses.

The white-haired boy was rated first-class heavenly!

Ye Motian's rating is level three!

They are all first-tier geniuses, regardless of their current cultivation base, their aptitude is definitely very powerful.

Thinking about it, I was a little excited.

Ye Motian also looked at the white-haired Shaotian.

He seems to remember that the suzerain of the White-haired Sect, the White-haired Mozun, was killed by him.

Others are playing young to old.

Fortunately, he killed the old one, and the young one came.