Meanwhile.
The Cloudy Inn.
When Ruiwen led Li Hang to the inn's lobby, Li Hang instantly recognised the lad running the hall at the inn.
Li Hang took three steps and two steps forward and shouted at the lad running the hall, "Xu Haoran. Is that you?"
"Who are you?" Xu Haoran, who was dressed as a running boy, blinked his eyes and looked at the strange man in front of him.
Just as Li Hang was about to further explain his identity, a very noisy sound suddenly came from the hall.
"Where are you going when I tell you to serve a dish? Little Two, you dare to neglect our Qingcheng Sect's people, do you want to die?"
One of the customers at one of the tables in the hall slapped the table and shouted at Xu Haoran.
Xu Haoran's face changed and he hurriedly ran forward with a smile on his face to serve those people.
"This guest is really sorry, I'll give you a pot of wine for your table as an apology."
But these people didn't buy Xu Haoran's account at all, and directly slapped Xu Haoran's head onto the table with a bang, and reached out and slapped Xu Haoran's face twice: "Kid, you're sending out beggars!"
"We, the Qingcheng Sect, are greedy for your shop's shitty drinks!"
While saying that, this man slapped Xu Haoran's cheek: "This is to teach you a lesson, if you dare to serve food at night again in the future. I'll chop your hand off, Ai Ai Ai Ai!"
This arrogant young man was only halfway through his sentence when his hand, which kept slapping Xu Haoran's cheek, was suddenly squeezed by a large palm and even clipped behind his back.
The whole two halls immediately resounded with his miserable screams, and at the same time, the senior brothers who ate with him had already stood up and drawn the swords in their hands.
"Let go of my senior brother!"
Li Hang looked at the group of arrogant young men in front of him with a bland expression, his hand just casually pressed against his opponent's arm as he said with an indifferent face, "I'd like to see how your Qingcheng Sect is going to be unkind to me?"
"Seek death!"
At this moment, one of the disciples of the Qingcheng Sect swung his sword and stabbed towards Li Hang's chest.
The tip of the sword with a harsh edge pointed straight at Li Hang's throat, and everyone drew a breath of cold air.
Because from Li Hang's body, no one could feel any cultivation aura of a spiritual master, so everyone had decided that Li Hang would definitely die.
However, just as the tip of the sword with its harsh energy was about to pierce Li Hang's throat, Li Hang's two fingers just easily caught the opponent's thrusting sword.
Immediately afterwards, he only saw his fingers gently break the sword out of thin air, and in the blink of an eye, Li Hang threw the broken sword head out with his hand.
"Ah!"
A miserable scream rang out as the shoulder of the young man who had arrogantly wielded his sword at Li Hang was directly wounded by half of the sword blade, and crimson blood soaked through his pale green, long shirt that symbolised the supreme glory of the Qingcheng Sect.
"Senior brother! You dare hurt my senior brother, I'll kill you!"
Another insolent young man pounced on him, the corner of Li Hang's mouth rose slightly, and as that young man swung his sword towards him, Li Hang met his chest directly.
The young man's eyes lit up for a moment, "Good opportunity, suffer death!"
However, in the next instant, the young man's eyes were wide with disbelief as he stared at the man in front of him who had snatched the sword out of his hand.