Chapter 84: Eating at the Tyrant's Restaurant, Staying at the Tyrant's Hotel

  "I am a waiter, responsible for serving customers who eat at the Emperor's Restaurant."

  This burly man spoke in a lukewarm tone, but the joints on his body crackled with a "crackling" sound, and a dangerous aura emanated from his body, of course, this was only relative to these sealed cultivators.

  "You, a mere mortal, dare to be arrogant in front of us." A monk from the Lonely Sky Castle said disdainfully.

  "Is that so?" Vemba twisted his neck and cast his gaze at the monk's face, with a few strands of cold smile on his face.

  "I don't care if you're a mortal or an immortal, you must follow the rules here." Yan Bao's figure slightly approached that cultivator.

  "What do you want..." The monk's eyes showed a hint of fear as he faced the fierce-looking Vanquisher, and he took a slight step back.

  In the field of forbidden laws, cultivators are still much stronger than ordinary people, but compared to those martial arts masters, the gap is huge.

  Zhang Heng, who was sitting on the side, couldn't help but secretly congratulate himself. The cultivation method he had practiced was truly unique and advantageous, even in any situation, he could occupy a lot of advantages.

  "In fact, this restaurant has a rule. It's not that you can't eat the tyrant's meal, but anyone who eats the tyrant's meal must receive a punch from me, Fan Ba. As long as whoever can withstand my one punch, they can eat the tyrant's meal here."

  Man Bor laughed and said to these dozen or so people: "You'd better come one by one!"

  With a "bang", Brahma's figure appeared in front of the monk, and he lightly threw out a punch.

  "Ah!" A miserable cry, the monk was punched and flew out of the wine building.

  "Huh?" Vajra's eyes held a hint of surprise: "Not bad endurance, but I only used one-tenth of my strength, heh heh."

  "Let's go!" Du Peng snorted and took the lead in attacking Fan Ba and his men.

  "Want to fight? We'll accompany you! Brothers, up!"

  At this moment, the wine house suddenly became chaotic, with dozens of people fighting in groups. The scene was quite spectacular.

  Soon, Fan Ba and his gang took out their weapons and hacked at these scattered cultivators.

  These people in the Du Tianbao may have spiritual tools, but they are all placed in their storage bags. Some of them also wear defensive spiritual tools, but without the activation of magic, the defensive spiritual tools can only protect a part of the body that is worn on it and cannot be used for full-body defense.

  "Retreat quickly!" Seeing the situation was unfavorable, Du Peng shouted and led the cultivators in a rush to flee outward.

  "Brothers, chase! We can't let these people off easily." Yan Ba yelled, taking the lead to go out, each of them holding shiny knives and swords.

  Zhang Heng smiled and watched a group of ordinary people killing these so-called cultivators, making them flee in all directions. In his heart, he secretly despised them.

  "Let's go too!" Zhang Heng supported Zhao Rui, who was still half asleep, and slowly walked out of the wine house.

  "Hey! You two gentlemen haven't paid yet!" The shopkeeper blocked their way.

  "We're here for the tyrant's meal."

  After finishing speaking, he didn't even bother with the shopkeeper and dragged Zhao Rui out.

  "Quickly, someone's here! Another table is ordering the tyrant's meal!" The shopkeeper exclaimed, and he was also very puzzled, why were there so many people eating the tyrant's meal today?

  However, he shouted here for half a day and didn't see anyone coming over.

  "Alas... never mind, I'm not the boss anyway." The shopkeeper could only stand there watching the two of them walk away.

  It was getting late, so Zhang Heng took Zhao Rui to find an inn nearby.

  "What? You still want me to pay a deposit?" Zhang Heng looked at the shopkeeper with great annoyance.

  "If you want to stay in our hotel, you must pay a deposit first." The shopkeeper said resolutely.

  "We have no money, but we have our lives!" Zhang Heng hummed softly and dragged Zhao Rui inside.

  "Come quickly! There's a guest staying at the Dwelling of the King of Fighters..." The shopkeeper exclaimed.

  Still living in the Overlord's shop? Zhang Heng was speechless.

  With a "whoosh", dozens of people rushed out of the inn.

  The first one was also a martial arts expert, who sneered: "I am Fan Man, dare to stay at the Hegemon Hotel? You must take my kick..."

  Zhang Heng was somewhat puzzled, could it be that every shop in this town had a hidden expert? The wine house just now and the inn now both had martial arts masters sitting in, which was a bit unreasonable.

  Perhaps this arrangement is specifically aimed at those low-ranking cultivators who cannot display their magical powers in this place.

  "Bang bang bang......"

  Ten seconds later, Zhang Heng clapped his hands and looked at the dozens of figures lying on the ground, asking: "How about it? Are you convinced?"

  Zhang Heng is certainly not an ordinary cultivator who can be compared to others, even in the field of forbidden laws, there is no need to fear these so-called martial arts masters.

  Man's face was deathly pale, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He was on the verge of collapse, yet a hint of color flickered in his eyes: "You're indeed a master who can shatter the void. To be defeated by you is an honor for Man."

  "Please accept me as your apprentice......" Fang Meng suddenly knelt down in front of Zhang Heng, looking at him with a face full of worship.

  Still dare to break the void? Zhang Heng's heart secretly delighted, his face cold and expressionless, said: "I am invincible in the world, what qualifications do you have to be my apprentice, hurry up and arrange a room for me."

  With Zhang Heng's current strength, even if his magical powers were sealed, he could still be invincible in the mortal martial arts world.

  "Yes, yes, yes......" Fan Man also didn't dare to breathe, and repeatedly made eye contact with the shopkeeper.

  "Waiter, go and arrange a good room for these two guests."

  In this way, under the admiring gaze of the crowd of thugs, Zhang Heng and his companion moved into a spacious and bright room.

  "Big brother, who is he? He's so formidable?" a younger brother asked curiously.

  Manchu glared at him and said fiercely: "Don't ask too much, this is one of the few masters in the world who can break through the void..."

  ……

  With great effort, Zhang Heng suppressed his smile and closed the door.

  I didn't know I had a talent for showing off too!

  They threw Zhao Rui, who was sleeping like a dead pig, onto the bed. Zhang Heng also didn't plan on going to sleep.

  His divine sense swept around and found no other cultivators in the store.

  It's true, not everyone can eat like Zhang Heng and live in a luxurious house.

  The fate of those cultivators from Doutianbao is a bloody lesson.

  After extinguishing the light, Zhang Heng took out a round bead that shone with seven-colored light from his clothes.

  This bead is actually the inner elixir left by the Dragon King of the Vast Heaven!

  With a slight touch of this object by hand, I feel a fierce aura, the energy contained within is absolutely terrifying!

  Haotian Snake Dragon King is not a demon beast of this realm, with the blood of some dragon clans flowing in his body, he was subdued by the Blood Killing God Emperor 100,000 years ago.

  That is to say, this elixir is the essence of the ten million years or more of cultivation by the Heavenly Snake Dragon King!

  If he swallowed this inner elixir, he wondered how much his strength would increase. Zhang Heng thought to himself.

  But Zhang Heng also discovered a rule: the higher the level of something, the slower it was to devour with Silver Flame.

  Like the mysterious fragments obtained before, it is a part of a world itself, but the speed at which this object is refined is the slowest.

  An ordinary spiritual tool would be swallowed up in the blink of an eye, and the speed difference between them is tens of millions of times.

  Of course, as Zhang Heng's cultivation level increases, his speed of devouring will also become faster and faster.

  Let's try the effect of this inner elixir first.

  With a wave of his hand, a flame of empty air jumped out from the sea of divine consciousness and transmitted a joyful spiritual fluctuation to Zhang Heng.

  A burst of silver flames enveloped the inner elixir.

  Closing his eyes, Zhang Heng felt the speed of refinement.

  As the silver flames burned, a steady stream of silver particles was produced in Zhang Heng's dantian.

  After a while, Zhang Heng took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and continued to refine the silver flames.

  "Is it slower than you thought?" Zhang Heng slightly furrowed his brow.

  But this also proves that the level of this inner elixir is still very high.

  Zhang Heng calculated that at this rate of refinement, one day was equivalent to devouring ten low-grade spiritual artifacts, which was much faster than devouring the residual fragments of the world.

  "It'll only take about a hundred more days, and my cultivation will be able to advance another small step, reaching the Great Perfection stage!" Zhang Heng's face showed a hint of joy, this speed was many times faster than ordinary cultivators at the same level.

  Stroking this inner elixir, Zhang Heng thought that with just this one inner elixir, he could help himself enter the second layer of the Lian Tian Hua Di merit!

  However, this pill made Zhang Heng recall the deceased Hu Tian Snake Dragon King, whose dying expression he couldn't forget.

  Everything will have to wait until after entering the temple...

  Today is the second chapter, just attended a classmate gathering, at the wine table there was no opponent, among those who drank, I was the only one who could stand firm, absolutely not bragging...... If you have tickets, please smash them down, thank you.