Chapter 449: Chapter 234: Overturning the Table, You Have Disgraced the Purple Profound Martial Arts Manual

On the streets of Yunzhou City, Wei Fan and Ji Qingyue wandered casually. As the Demon Fiends retreated, the city also became lively.

Suddenly, a figure came across, immediately standing in front of Wei Fan and Ji Qingyue.

This person glanced at Wei Fan and then said, "Are you Wei Fan? My family Elder has set a banquet at Fugui Building, and invites you for a talk!"

Wei Fan’s eyes scanned, his panel showing no reaction. Under his Heart Spirit perception, this person had the cultivation of a Celestial Martial Artist, at the level of a Half-Step Divine Realm.

Moreover, he was a Body Refining Celestial Being, his Qi Blood far surpassing that of a typical Half-Step Divine Realm.

His eyes narrowed slightly: "Your tone is somewhat impolite. Looks like this is a trap!"

The disciples of Extreme Martial Sect tensed up, thinking Wei Fan was going to refuse, and were more worried that Wei Fan would slap them, given the rumors that he was an extremely ferocious person, ruthless and heartless.

Unexpectedly, Wei Fan let out a cold snort: "Lead the way!"

The Extreme Martial Sect disciple breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly nodded: "Please follow me!"

No matter how confident he was in his status as a disciple of Extreme Martial Sect, he was just a Celestial Martial Artist, while Wei Fan before him was a Martial Venerable Powerhouse. Even if the Elders of his sect sought revenge afterward, it would be a futile death if slapped to death.

"His steps are steady, his Qi Blood is robust, his Martial Dao foundation is frighteningly solid. Probably someone of great background, should we notify Liu Guangyu?"

Ji Qingyue’s Mind Communication echoed in the ears.

Although he was only a Celestial Martial Artist, just by sensing the aura of the other side, one could tell they had significant background.

Wei Fan gently shook his head: "No need, let’s see what tricks they’re playing. If Liu Guangyu comes, and I decide to kill someone, I’d have to give him, the General of Yunzhou, some face.

If there are any experts later, just ensure your own safety!"

The two followed the disciple of Extreme Martial Sect for a while and quickly arrived at Fugui Building.

In fact, Wei Fan and Ji Qingyue had been here once. When the Demon Heaven Alliance members retreated, the entire Yunzhou territory was reclaimed, and Liu Guangyu had held a banquet here to entertain them.

However, compared to last time when it was bustling with people, today Fugui Building was almost deserted. Obviously, the person inviting him had completely booked the most luxurious restaurant in Yunzhou City.

The place known as the most luxurious restaurant in Yunzhou City, where numerous dignitaries and Jianghu heroes from Yunzhou City dined daily. To book it, one needed not only wealth but also a certain status.

In front of Fugui Building stood seven or eight people, all Celestial Martial Artists. Upon seeing Wei Fan, all of them looked at Wei Fan with apprehension before quickly averting their eyes.

"Please come inside!"

Wei Fan’s gaze swept across. There were originally many tables set in the first-floor hall of Fugui Building, but now all were removed, leaving only one very large table laden with food and wine.

In the main position of the table, two men who seemed to be in their fifties sat.

"Reporting to Elder Jiang, Wei Fan has been brought!"

The person who brought them here came to the man sitting at the center, bowed, and then stepped aside after speaking.

Wei Fan’s eyes squinted slightly, brought? Are they treating me like a prisoner?

He and Ji Qingyue stood firmly, not speaking actively, seemingly aware that the two opposite were intentionally withholding speech.

Gradually, the atmosphere inside Fugui Building became heavy, as though something terrifying was being brewed.

Wei Fan stared at the two opposite, who also stared back, each seeming to test who would lose their cool and speak first.

One breath!

Two breaths!

Three breaths!

...

After what seemed about a quarter of an hour, Wei Fan seemed unable to bear it, began to stride forward.

Seeing this, Jiang Yi and Miao Jiujiang smirked subtly, a barely visible smile, thinking the young man was indeed impatient.

Wei Fan approached the table and then... kicked out.

Boom!

With one kick, the table shattered, and the bowls, chopsticks, and dishes on it flew towards Miao Jiujiang and Jiang Yi like raindrops.

"Bastard!"

Jiang Yi was enraged, his body flashing a glimmer, blocking all the flying food from hitting him.

He thought Wei Fan approached to ask why he was invited or who invited him, but never expected Wei Fan would kick the table to pieces.

"You insolent brat!"

Miao Jiujiang was also furious. This guy actually flipped the table.

Wei Fan coldly rebuked: "The disrespectful ones are you two old fellows. Inviting me here and not speaking, not even offering tea, are you playing with me?

Like to play the deep and silent type, do you? Then never speak again!"

He didn’t know these two people’s backgrounds, identity, or grudges, and his panel showed no reaction.

But just based on their attitude towards him, it was clearly unfriendly.

After demolishing the table with one kick, he didn’t bother wasting words, asking them about their purpose.

Like a gust of wind, he swept forward, gathering power into his fist without letting it spill over, and launched a heavy punch.

Miao Jiujiang and Jiang Yi’s expressions turned grim instantly. It was one thing to kick over the table, but Wei Fan actually attacked the two, even with murderous intent.

However, being in Yunzhou City, Wei Fan restrained from unleashing all his power to kill.

"Such audacity, how dare you strike at me!"

Jiang Yi also stepped forward, blasting out a punch. Wei Fan’s target wasn’t Miao Jiujiang, but him, as Wei Fan had already discerned he was the leader, and thus, his target when making his move was Elder Jiang of Extreme Martial Sect.

Like Wei Fan, he, too, did not unleash all his power, but concentrated it entirely in his fist.

His muscles bulged, and Jiang Yi punched out dominantly, aiming straight for Wei Fan’s fist.