Feng Qing wasn't sighing about the large number of people for no reason.

My goodness, she thought there would be only a few people at most, with only four people at a mahjong table, but how come there were so many people coming? If she had known earlier, Feng Qing would have been shocked when she saw this number of people. She thought to herself, what are these people doing here? Four people are sitting here playing mahjong, and the other twenty or so people are sitting on the side watching? Even watching old men play chess in the village doesn't have this scale. With so many people standing here, Feng Qing finally understood why they asked to clear the place. With this scale, if they didn't clear the place, it was estimated that there wouldn't be enough room for people to stand. "Oh my god, if I had known there would be so many people, I would have charged more." Feng Qing muttered in her heart. She didn't care too much, but just looked at the people below curiously. You know what, although this group of people sneaked in here to play mahjong, they don't look like the kind of people who would do such a sneaky thing, because they all look pretty good. Everyone stood there with straight backs and bright eyes. Feng Qing even found someone who looked like Chow Yun Fat. She almost wanted to talk to him and ask him how his gambling skills were. "The shopkeeper is waiting for us." As soon as the people below entered the inn, they looked at each other tacitly. The man who looked like Chow Yun Fat, who was being stared at by Feng Qing, raised his head with a sense of sympathy. "What's wrong, Zhou Bai?" asked the person next to him. "Nothing." Zhou Bai shook his head, hiding the surprise in his heart. He did not miss the last meaningful smile on the shopkeeper's lips before it disappeared. Why did the shopkeeper look at him like that? This should be the first time he met the other party, right? Just meeting for the first time, Zhou Bai had a trace of doubt in his heart. Because Zhou Bai's words covered it up, the people next to him did not have any suspicion. Everyone's eyes were on Feng Wuhen who was in the front, but there were also many people looking at Zhou Bai because of his special identity. It can be said that among the people present today, one-third of them did not expect that a person like Zhou Bai would be here today. After all... Zhou Bai was born in "that Zhou family". In fact, many people came here today just because they heard that Zhou Bai would come. They all had some respect for the Zhou family, so they had some confidence that Zhou Bai was here. Just now, they heard that Zhou Bai seemed to have discovered something, so a group of people looked in his direction. When they heard Zhou Bai say that it was nothing, they turned their heads back. Zhou Bai looked at the shopkeeper carefully. Although he had heard a lot of rumors about this shopkeeper, it was the first time he observed him so closely, and this first time was indeed a little different from what he imagined. At least the Feng Wuhen in front of him was much more beautiful than he imagined. Feng Wuhen... Zhou Bai felt a little emotional when he saw him. Speaking of which, the other party still had some connection with his ancestors. It was precisely because of this that when he heard that the other party had returned to the martial arts world, he had an inexplicable emotion in his heart. He was obviously a person of the same generation as his ancestors, and his ancestors had long passed away, but the other party actually appeared in the martial arts world at this time. He shouted out their whereabouts before they entered the door and invited them in, which was considered a warning to them. Sure enough, the character was exactly the same as that recorded in the book left in the family. Zhou Bai secretly sighed in his heart. - Enough arrogance, and enough arrogance. He slowly lowered his eyes, covering up the emotions inside. Feng Qing looked at the twenty or so people who came into the room, and they didn't move at all. Instead, they all stared at her in a daze, which made her feel a little creepy. She thought to herself, did you spend a lot of money to book this place just to stare at her? Or did you stare at her in a daze because she looked too beautiful today? Ah, if that's the reason... Feng Qing's face turned red, but no one with social anxiety could stand being stared at by a group of people with such eyes. So Feng Qing said directly, "Sit down, there can't be so many people participating in the gambling today, right? I don't have so many seats prepared." She said this with a smile on her face, trying to make her words sound a little funnier, but it was obvious that her ability to tell jokes was not very good. At least when she finished saying this, today's "guests" all felt a jolt in their hearts. ——The second show of force came. As soon as they entered the room, they noticed that most of the tables in the room had been removed, leaving only a huge table in the middle of the room. The table looked very elegant, and there were four chairs next to the table. There were only four seats. So today the shopkeeper only gave four people the opportunity to sit down facing her, and the others had no seats... or in her eyes, they were not qualified to sit down. Coincidentally, among the twenty or so people who came today, there were elites from all walks of life, representing various forces in the world, but there were indeed only four people who were really prominent. "This Feng Wuhen dares to be so arrogant." Some people present were angry and whispered to themselves. Most of the others thought so in their hearts. If it was normal, they would not dare to say such words. But this time, perhaps because there were so many people, one person took the lead and the others naturally followed. "Why are there only four places?" said a man with thick eyebrows and a very tough face. When he spoke, the others naturally looked at the shopkeeper above. Now everyone was a little unhappy, and naturally there was a hint of anger in their eyes. The atmosphere in the field seemed a little stagnant for a while. A murderous aura slowly began to spread in the lobby. If a weaker martial artist stood here at this moment, he would most likely be suffocated by the oppressive murderous aura.

"Do you want to sit down too?"

Who knew that the shopkeeper above just said this lightly.

"Whatever, the stools over there are not put away, you can take one from there and sit down, I have no objection at all."

She pointed to the row of stools that had been placed next to her.

"But with so many people, there won't be enough space for so many chairs...especially when it starts soon."

However, after saying this, she suddenly laughed.

"If you want to sit down, I'm afraid you won't be able to see so many interesting things next."

...

The waiters who were hiding in the kitchen and eavesdropping on the corner of the wall swallowed their saliva at the same time.

Although they always knew that the shopkeeper was very powerful, it was the first time they felt the terrible pressure brought by her so directly.

Their boss actually didn't lose any momentum when facing so many people.

It even felt like she would still be so calm even if she was facing a huge army.

Feng Qing was a little tired of talking at this moment. She saw that the people below looked good and they probably wouldn't care if she ate and drank on the way, so she took out a Coke from under her skirt and took a sip. She

thought that except for being a little slow, these bosses hadn't done anything strange so far, and everyone seemed quite harmonious.

Except for the person who asked a stupid question just now.

When Feng Qing thought of that person, she quietly rolled her eyes in her heart.

That big brother had the nerve to ask why there were no stools nearby. She had clearly prepared quite a lot of them, but she was afraid that if spectators came, there would be nowhere to sit, so she specially stacked them up in a row and placed them nearby.

But looking at the number of people now, it seemed that these chairs were no longer needed.

If there were four spectators, then these four people could perfectly fit in between the people playing mahjong, but how would twenty people be arranged?

The round table was so small that it would be difficult to put eight chairs on it. Would the rest of the people have to sit at the back and watch with their necks stretched out?

Anyway, if they wanted to watch the mahjong game properly, they couldn't sit down. Feng Qing had already made all the arrangements for them.

After she finished speaking, the scene fell into a dead silence.

Everyone looked at each other, perhaps hoping that someone would stand up and sit down with dignity, or simply go upstairs and slap the shopkeeper twice, but at this moment no one dared to stand up.

The scene suddenly fell into an inexplicable silence.

After a long silence, four people finally walked out of the crowd.

The first one was an old man with a long beard and looked like an immortal.

Another person was a woman with a very pure face, as if she was a banished immortal.

The third person was actually a monk.

And the last person was Zhou Bai.

The four people slowly walked out of the crowd, came to the front of the table, found their seats, and slowly sat down.

The old man who looked like an immortal sat opposite Feng Qing, with the woman on his left and the monk on his right.

The last remaining seat was occupied by Zhou Bai.

Everyone present today was very powerful. The staff hiding in the kitchen simply took a quick look and found that there was no unknown person among the people present.

"The ancestor of Songshan Sect actually went down the mountain..." Chu Changzui muttered in a low voice, "How old is this person? He should be from the same era as Feng Wuhen, right?"

"The woman next to him is the next head of Mount Emei." Feng Xiruo also muttered in a low voice.

"That monk is also very powerful." An Huoshaxi, who was not fully recovered but insisted on coming out today, said seriously.

"He has a smell that I don't like. I occasionally met monks like him in the desert before, and each one was particularly difficult to deal with."

"The remaining person..." Li Qi looked at him quietly for a long time. When he noticed a ring on the other person's hand, his breathing suddenly stagnated.

"What's wrong?" The people around him were a little surprised, wondering what he had seen to react like this.

"He is from the Zhou family." Li Qi murmured, "He is from the Zhou family."