Xia He did not refuse. He walked straight to the table, sat down, picked up the chopsticks and started to eat.
He ate very fast, as if he had been hungry for days, and most of the dishes on the table were gone in the blink of an eye.
Everyone wanted to take the opportunity to interrupt and ask him about his achievements in the battle of Liangzhou, but they saw that he was just concentrating on eating.
"Is this person the reincarnation of a starving ghost?"
They could only look at each other helplessly and then started talking about the customs and culture of Yunzhou.
"Do you have any information about the content of this peak selection? I heard that Supervisor Li will be there in person."
"Is this true? I haven't even seen the Martial Saint yet!"
"It is said that Li Dushi intends to step down from his post and return home, so he is looking for a disciple..."
Everyone was talking at once, but Xia He seemed to be out of the conversation, just focusing on eating.
After three rounds of drinking, Xia He seemed to have drunk a little too much. His face flushed and his eyes became blurry.
At this moment, Zhao Meng suddenly sneered, with a hint of provocation in his tone:
"Brother Xia, I heard that you are very good at martial arts. Would you let me see it for myself?"
Xia He narrowed his eyes, his gaze fell on Zhao Meng, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"Brother Zhao, do you want to spar with me?"
Zhao Meng did not give in and sneered:
"That's right! I wonder if Brother Xia dares to accept the challenge?"
Xia He laughed, his tone a little drunken: "Why not? It's just that fists and feet have no eyes, and I'm afraid of hurting Brother Zhao."
Zhao Meng was furious when he heard this and slammed the table:
"What a big tone! I want to see how you can hurt me!"
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