Whether in the Eternal Continent or in the Nine Netherlands, the principle that the strong are respected has never changed.

In the Ancestral Witch Valley, Yan Min's status is certainly not as good as that of the barbarians, but the warriors among Yan Min are also respected. The strength shown by Wei Changfeng made all the troubled barbarians change their faces.

"Who are you?"

A barbarian shouted with a stern look on his face: "Do you know who we are? We are from the Iron Hammer Club!"

Barbarians are barbarians, and they even speak intimidating words!

Wei Changfeng shook his head and said lightly: "I don't know what iron hammers can make iron axes can make them. You guys quickly disappear from my eyes, otherwise."

He clenched his fists hard, and his finger joints suddenly made a crisp crack.

It was a very simple and direct deterrent, but the three barbarians all showed a look of fear. They looked at each other and turned around and fled.

"You wait!"

One of the barbarians said a harsh word after escaping from the door.

However, Wei Changfeng has seen such a lot of people, and he doesn't care about it at all. With his current strength and cultivation, although he dare not claim to be a traitor in the Nine Netherworlds, it is no problem to come and go freely in this Taixing City.

But the shopkeepers and the guys at Xinglong Inn obviously have different opinions.

They supported each other and got up from the ground. The middle-aged shopkeeper's cheeks were swollen and his eyes were full of horror. He said to Wei Changfeng vaguely: "This guest, thank you for saving us, but the hammer will not be easy to mess with. They will definitely come back to take revenge, so you should leave quickly!"

"The hammer will be hard to mess with, and I will be even hard to mess with!"

Wei Changfeng sat down at the only intact table in the lobby. He reached out and knocked on the table board and said, "I'm waiting for them to come here. I'll serve me some good wine and food."

Xinglong Inn also provides guests with drinks and meals. There are originally four or five wine tables in the lobby.

Seeing that Wei Changfeng didn't listen to his persuasion, the middle-aged shopkeeper gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, please wait for the distinguished guest. I'll ask my friend to prepare wine and food for you immediately!"

He also took the initiative, and was bullied by the barbarians and smashed his signs. The result of swallowing his anger was even worse. It would be better to put hope on Wei Changfeng.

At least the strength shown by Wei Changfeng is impressive!

Wei Changfeng smiled and said, "Sit down and have a drink together, tell me what this hammer will be?"

When they reached this point, the middle-aged shopkeeper calmed down instead.

He asked the guy to take the wine and wine glass first, sit down and drink with Wei Changfeng, and also told the latter a lot about the origin of the Iron Hammer Club.

The so-called Iron Hammer Society is a local barbarian gang in Taixing City. Most of their members are driven out by tribes and wandered to Taixing City to make a living. They usually rely on extortion to make a living.

Xinglong Inn happened to be within the territory of the Iron Hammer Society, so he was forced to pay the protection fee to the Iron Hammer Society. He was originally peaceful. However, the Iron Hammer Society has frequently come to the door for blackmail recently, which made the inn miserable.

That's what it is today. The middle-aged shopkeeper really can't afford much money to feed these jackals. If Wei Changfeng hadn't taken action for justice, he would probably not be able to open this inn.

Speaking of this, the middle-aged shopkeeper was filled with tears and sad faces, and kept pouring wine into his mouth.

Xinglong Inn has been here for almost ten years, and has been barely able to make a living. The most important reason why it has not been able to develop and prosper is the table tennis team of the barbarians in the city.

From the experiences told by the shopkeeper, Wei Changfeng could truly feel Yan Min's status in the Zuwu River Valley.

But he was also helpless. After all, for the Nine Netherlands, Wei Changfeng was just a passerby. After saving Yan Xiaohuan, he still had to go back to the mountain gate and could not stay here for a long time.

While talking, the inn served two wines and dishes.

Wei Changfeng was not polite either. He picked up his chopsticks and feasted on him. His stomach was already hungry.

The middle-aged shopkeeper was still awake, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said respectfully: "This distinguished guest, I will go to the kitchen to prepare more good dishes for you. I will treat you to this meal."

boom!

Wei Changfeng had not answered yet, and the doors and windows in front of the inn lobby suddenly broke, and broken wood suddenly splashed everywhere.

The next moment, a heroic barbarian man rushed in with an iron hammer.

He was very tall, his head was almost pressed over the door frame, his short armor could not cover his knotted muscles, his bare head and ugly face were covered with tattoos, and a huge silver ring was hanging on his nose.

Behind him were more than a dozen barbarians holding big sticks and hammers, all of whom were aggressive.

Seeing this scene, several guests and friends watching the fun in the hall were so scared that they hid in the inn and did not dare to show up again, for fear of being affected by the fish.

The middle-aged shopkeeper who had just gotten up was also dissatisfied and could not speak even if he was trembling.

Wei Changfeng seemed to have not seen these barbarians with bad intentions. He calmly picked up a chopstick of bison meat and brought it to his mouth, chewed it a few times and said, "Shopkeeper, then you go and prepare a few more good dishes."

"well"

The middle-aged shopkeeper woke up in shock, hurriedly agreed, and hurried to the kitchen.

So only Wei Changfeng and the barbarians who had just broken in were left in the lobby.

The majestic barbarian man was a little surprised, with his big bronze bell staring at Wei Changfeng, showing a look of surprise.

"Boss, it's him!"

A barbarian following him immediately jumped out and pointed at Wei Changfeng and said gritting his teeth.

"oh!"

The barbarian man nodded, walked to the opposite side of Wei Changfeng with great strides, and sat down at the original shopkeeper's position.

Bang!

He threw the hammer he was carrying on the ground, and the hammer surface hit the stone slab and made a low roar, full of weight!

The barbarian man looked at Wei Changfeng, suddenly stretched out his big furry hand, grabbed the wine pot on the table, and suddenly poured a big mouth into his mouth.

"happy!"

After drinking all the wine in the pot in one breath, the barbarian man asked with a smile: "This friend is very good, I don't know where he is from? If you need anything, our hammer will help you, just speak!"

He patted his chest hard, and said with a breath of alcohol, "I am a man of the land in Taixing City, and I can speak!"

The barbarians who were ready to beat each other were all looking at each other. They didn't understand why their boss was so polite to Wei Changfeng and even offered to help on his own initiative. It was incredible!

In their opinion, Boss Mantu should have immediately swung his hammer and smashed Wei Changfeng's brains into splashing!
Chapter completed!