Villain [Rebirth]

"Are you familiar with him?" Jiang Cifeng stared at the hand on Song Qi's shoulder, as if talking to it.

That hand seemed to have sensed the danger, it slid down from the shoulder with interest, brushed Song Qi's back with insatiable desire, and hung down beside the Taoist priest.

"Who are you?" The Taoist priest looked at the person, "Why? This kid is still called a helper?"

Jiang Cifeng turned his head and asked Song Qi: "Who is he?"

Song Qi patted himself on the shoulder, and replied in a low voice: "He's a charlatan, he can play tricks and pretend that he is the elder of the immortal sect of Longyin Mountain."

"Ha, small tricks?" Daoist Wang said proudly, "Then you have shown your skills, let the big guys see it."

Jiang Cifeng took a step forward, stood in front of Song Qi, and stared at the priest: "How can you be considered powerful?"

Daoist Wang cleared his throat: "The poor Daoist will make an ugly show first."

As he said that, he made a formula with both hands, and moved a teacup on the table to Jiang Cifeng's brows through the air, pretending to be relaxed and said: "This move is the way to get started in Longyin Mountain. If you If you can move this cup away without using your hands, you are considered amazing."

The guest officials around immediately booed and applauded!

Jiang Cifeng looked sideways at the diners around him suspiciously, not understanding why these people were so malicious towards him.

Wang Daochang immediately flipped his palms, moved the tea bowl provocatively, and followed Jiang Cifeng's gaze.

The teacup was like a pendant in the air, and following Jiang Cifeng's gaze, he turned back to Wang Daochang's direction: "If you don't use your hands, move the cup away, is it considered powerful?"

Seeing the young man's disdainful tone, Daoist Wang immediately said angrily: "That's right, try it if you have the ability!"

Jiang Cifeng tilted his head and asked him, "Why should I show you how powerful I am?"

Daoist Wang stared and said, "Then what do you want?"

Jiang Cifeng turned around and pointed to Song Qi behind him, and said calmly, "I want you to apologize to him, and then paste the four characters 'I am a liar' on your forehead, and parade through the streets."

Wang Daochang's expression changed drastically, he took a step back subconsciously, looked up and down the white-clothed boy, saw that he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and Xin Dao must be a big talker again, so he smiled and said: "No problem, if you can't move What about this cup?"

"You make the rules."

"Cheer up! Pindao didn't want to argue with you little devils at first, but you come here one after another to humiliate and speak rudely. Don't blame me for being merciless. If you can't move this cup today, kneel down and give me a hundred cups." Ring your head, let you have a longer memory!"

Daoist Wang suddenly softened, tilted his head to look at Song Qi, and said with a smile: "Also, let this kid worship me as a teacher."

Jiang Cifeng's eyes flashed.

Why did this charlatan insist that Song Qi worship him as his teacher?

Seeing the change in the expression of the young man in white, Wang Daochang firmly believed that the boy was just intimidating and provoking, so he raised his head and smiled: "Don't dare? If you don't dare, you can admit defeat now. I can spare you half of your head and give me fifty kowtows." , I will let you go."

He leaned close to Jiang Cifeng's ear and whispered, "Trash."

The surroundings gradually quieted down, and everyone was waiting for this idiot who knew nothing about heights and depths to kneel down and beg for mercy tactfully.

"It's a deal." Jiang Cifeng still had no expression on his face, looking at the charlatan: "Can we start now? You try to hold on for as long as possible, so that everyone can see clearly."

Wang Daochang's face turned pale, he didn't dare to be negligent, and he used enough mana to hold the cup in the air with concentration: "Come on!"

Jiang Cifeng looked down at the cup in front of him, but didn't respond.

Wang Daochang couldn't help laughing out a mouthful of yellow teeth: "What are you doing in a daze? Come on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard exclamations from the people around him, as well as the sound of porcelain bowls colliding.

He was afraid that the boy in white would take the opportunity to stretch out his hands to play tricks, so he didn't dare to turn his head to look around. Just as he was about to observe from the corner of his eye, he saw the dining table behind the boy in white... slowly floating into the air.

The screams around him became more and more ear-piercing, Daoist Wang couldn't help turning his head with a blank face, and the moment he saw his surroundings clearly, the blood all over his body seemed to freeze——

All the dining tables in the lobby of the tavern were suspended in the air and slowly gathered towards him.

Daoist Wang looked back at the boy in white in horror.

The boy still had no expression on his face, looked at him and said in a low voice: "Look carefully."

As soon as the words fell, a dining table suddenly flew above the head, just covering Wang Daochang and the hanging teacup.

The dining table suddenly turned over!The soup on the table instantly splashed Wang Daochang's head and face.

Wang Daochang was so startled that he hurriedly backed away, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the dining table had been smashed down towards the hanging teacup!

"Boom!" A loud bang!

The teacup was slapped to the ground by the tabletop and crushed to pieces!

Some diners ran out in panic, and the rest of the brave ones swarmed up to the second floor and looked down the corridor, wanting to know how that young man was able to lift more than ten dining tables at the same time!

At this moment, Daoist Wang was so frightened that his face paled, and he saw dining tables flying around him continuously.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

Repeatedly, the dinner tables flew over one by one, pointed at the wine glasses that had been smashed into powder on the ground, and smashed them down hard.

With a muffled sound, Daoist Wang knelt down on the ground, begging the young man in front of him convulsively: "The poor Taoist has eyes but can't see Mount Tai! Immortal Lord, please forgive me! Immortal Lord, please forgive me!"

Song Qi suddenly felt that he had an appetite, and turned around to ask the store manager and waiter who were sitting in a ball beside him: "Our table is not ready yet?"

"Yes! Yes! Guest officer wait a moment, I'll go get ready now!" Several people fled to the back hall.

Song Qi took a deep breath and looked up at Jiang's back.

Suddenly, he felt that the warlike nature of the Jiang family man was not too bad, at least it was enough to relieve his anger.

If you were a member of Longyin Mountain, if you found out that someone was swindling and cheating under your own name, you would at most give a warning, and after getting an apology and guarantee, you would not continue to pursue the matter.

Who told them that the clan motto of Longyin Mountain is to be gentle, courteous and thrifty?

Song Qi gave up his whole life, gave up his life, wasn't he being scolded as a devil?

Fuck it!He must seek justice for himself in this life.

"Is this considered powerful?" Jiang Cifeng looked down at the charlatan kneeling on the ground.

The charlatan hurriedly begged for mercy: "Immortal Monarch has infinite mana! The adults don't remember the faults of the villains!"

Jiang Cifeng lifted the hem of his clothes, squatted down on one knee in front of the charlatan, raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "What did you just say I was? The voice was too low, I couldn't hear you clearly."

The charlatan's face was pale, and he slapped himself on the mouth suddenly: "I said I am a waste! I am a waste!"

"Aren't you the elder of Longyin Mountain?" Jiang Cifeng teased: "Then you should disappear with the elders."

The charlatan shuddered suddenly. He didn't expect this young man in white to know about Longyin Mountain, and he also thought of the magic technique he used...

Wang Daochang rolled his eyes, slowly raised his head, and said in a low voice, "Are you a jade-faced Shura?"

Jiang Cifeng's face changed, and he suddenly grabbed the charlatan and stood up.

The charlatan's legs were so frightened that he hurriedly begged for mercy: "My lord! Misunderstanding! It's my own! My own!"