Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap rang out clearly in the noisy tavern.

Who is Sikong Qianluo?

That's the daughter of the Gun Immortal, the little witch of Snowmoon City!

From childhood to adulthood, she has always been the one bullying others; when has she ever been teased like this?

"Get your dirty hands off me!"

Sikong Qianluo slapped him hard across the face, sending the scarred man spinning three times on the spot, his face instantly swelling up like a pig's head.

"You...you dare hit me?"

Scarface covered his face, staring incredulously at the seemingly frail little girl in front of him.

He hadn't expected the girl carrying the dishes to be so strong; she almost knocked out his teeth with one slap.

"You shameless woman! You don't know what's good for you!"

Scarface, enraged and humiliated, his eyes flashing with ferocity, yelled, "Brothers! Smash it! Smash this lousy place! Tell your boss to get out here! I'm buying the whole place today!"

At his command, the dozen or so thugs behind him immediately drew their knives and clubs, ready to attack menacingly.

The patrons in the tavern frowned upon seeing this. But most of them were just watching with a spectator's mentality, since such feuds were all too common, and they also wanted to see if Changqing Tower really had any real skills.

The second floor.

Su Changqing was sitting in a rocking chair, gently patting the sleeping little Nuomi in his arms.

He didn't even lift an eyelid to the noise downstairs.

They're just a few petty thugs. If he has to personally handle even this, then what's the point of keeping this group of "top laborers" around?

Lobby.

"Smash the shop?"

Lei Wujie, who was passing by carrying a steaming plate of "Buddha Jumps Over the Wall", paused slightly upon hearing this.

He glanced at the plate in his hand, then at the scarred man who was going berserk, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

"Sigh, another bunch of people are coming to their deaths."

Lei Wujie sighed and was about to walk around it.

But the scarred man had sharp eyes and spotted the plate in Lei Wujie's hand at a glance.

That "Buddha Jumps Over the Wall" dish was so fragrant that it made your mouth water just by smelling it, and it was a limited-edition delicacy available every day!

"That's mine!"

Scarface reached out to snatch it, even deliberately waving his hand forcefully, trying to overturn the plate and cause some chaos in the store.

"Be careful!"

People around gasped in surprise.

Just as that slap was about to land on the plate, the precious "Buddha Jumps Over the Wall" was about to be ruined.

however.

Just as that rough, large hand was about to touch the edge of the plate.

brush!

Lei Wujie's figure suddenly became blurry!

He strode with an extremely strange gait, like willow catkins in the wind, or like a ghost.

With just a sidestep, he effortlessly dodged Scarface's attack.

Not only that!

As he dodged, the tray in his hand remained as steady as a mountain, without spilling a single drop of soup!

"Sir, please enjoy your Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup."

Lei Wujie glided to a table several feet away, smiling as he placed the plate in front of the guests who had been waiting for a long time.

The movements were fluid and graceful!

"This...this is the stealth step?!"

The customer, a discerning connoisseur, immediately recognized the skill involved and was so astonished he nearly swallowed his spoon. "This waiter... his movements are incredibly skillful?!"

On the other side, Scarface missed his target with a slap and almost strained his back.

He stared in disbelief at Lei Wujie, who had already appeared in the distance, and a nameless anger rose in his heart.

"You little brat! You dare mess with me?!"

Scarface roared and charged forward with his knife.

"Ugh, this is such a hassle."

Lei Wujie shook his head, turned around, and looked at the scarred man rushing towards him. There was no fear in his eyes, only a hint of... disgust.

"My brother-in-law said we can't get the floor dirty, it's really hard to sweep."

Before he could finish speaking...

Lei Wujie flashed again, instantly appearing in front of Scarface!

The speed was so fast, it was practically like teleportation!

"Snapped!"

Lei Wujie swung his palm back and lightly struck the scarred man's chest.

boom!

The seemingly gentle palm strike contained an extremely domineering red aura!

"puff--!!!"

Scarface felt as if he had been hit in the chest by a wild bull, and his whole body flew backward like a cannonball!

He drew a perfect parabola in the air, flew directly across the entire hall, passed precisely through the door, and crashed into the street outside with a "bang"!

This palm strike not only sent him flying, but also directly shattered his internal energy, leaving him unable to even get up!

"Boss!"

The remaining thugs were dumbfounded when they saw this.

Is this something a waiter would do?!

"Attack! All of you, attack! Kill him!"

Although they were scared, the remaining thugs, relying on their numbers, still mustered up the courage and charged forward.

"court death!"

Just then.

A cold snort suddenly came from the direction of the kitchen.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

Several whooshing sounds suddenly rang out!

Several neatly cut radish strips shot out like arrows!

Although these radish strips are just ordinary ingredients, under the enhancement of that sharp sword intent, they are even harder than steel!

"Clang, clang, clang!"

A series of metallic clanging sounds.

The knives and sticks in the hands of those thugs were easily pierced and broken as easily as tofu the moment they touched the radish strips!

Immediately afterwards, the radish strip flew past the thugs' scalps with undiminished speed, and "thud thud thud," it embedded itself firmly in the wall behind them!

"ah!!!"

The thugs were terrified and collapsed to the ground, their crotches instantly soaked.

So close!

Even if it were just an inch off, that radish strip wouldn't be nailed to the wall, but to their heads!

"Who?! Who is it?!"

A thug shouted in a trembling voice.

"It's so noisy!"

A slightly immature yet arrogant voice came from the kitchen.

Wushuang walked out wearing an apron covered in flour, holding a kitchen knife, and looking displeased.

"If you keep making noise, I'll cut you all into potato shreds!"

Wushuang brandished the kitchen knife in his hand, and a trace of lingering sword energy remained on the blade, leaving no doubt about the truth of his words.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

In the entire tavern hall, everyone stared wide-eyed at this surreal scene.

A waiter slapped the scarred man from the Vajra Mortal Realm flying with a single palm strike.

A vegetable cutter pierced a steel weapon with a radish stalk.

Is this a pub?

This is clearly a den of dragons and tigers!

"The Realm of Freedom...it's definitely the Realm of Freedom!"

A seasoned veteran with a keen eye muttered to himself, his eyes filled with shock, "This waiter and cook are actually experts of the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm! Just what is the background of this Changqing Tower?!"

"This is outrageous! Has the Free and Unfettered Realm become worthless? Are they all serving dishes and chopping vegetables now?"

"We can't afford to mess with them! We absolutely can't afford to mess with them!"

While everyone was shocked, their awe of the store increased dramatically.

If even the odd jobs are this good, how strong must the legendary boss be?

Those thugs were already terrified and fled in a panic, not even daring to care about their leader who had been knocked away.

in the corner.

A middle-aged man dressed in a black robe, who had been silently drinking, was now stroking his chin, looking thoughtfully at Lei Wujie, who was cleaning up the mess.

It was none other than Sikong Changfeng, the third city lord of Snow Moon City, who was traveling incognito.

He stroked his chin thoughtfully, "This special training is too effective! Lei Wujie's movement skills have improved at an astonishing pace..."