Villain: Who said I came here to break off the engagement?

Baili Xuan had a look of surprise on his face and said with a smile: "Haha, it turns out he is Young Master Han Liang from the Jinding Immortal Mansion. I have also heard a little bit about this man. When I saw him today, he is indeed extraordinary and well-deserved."

This is said with a gun and a stick, which is extremely ironic.

The monks present also sneered, showing great disdain for the young man lying on the table in the corner.

A monk sneered: "Such a pustule who doesn't seek advancement, is ignorant and has no skills, does he deserve to be at Mr. Baili's banquet? He has simply defiled this place."

At this moment, a cold shout came from outside the attic: "Who do you think you are, worthy of insulting my brother?"

Immediately afterwards, a tall figure walked in, moving like a dragon or a tiger, with the wind blowing under his feet, and he was quite imposing.

The heroic spirit of this life is compelling, with regular facial features, thick eyebrows and big eyes, giving people a sense of righteousness, boldness and cheerfulness.

What's more important is his aura, which is strong and deep. Although it is a bit cold, it exudes a masculine and upright character that cannot be concealed.

A monk immediately recognized him and exclaimed: "It's the eldest son of Jinding Immortal Mansion, Han Hao!"

The other monks also recognized him, and even those who didn't recognized him had heard his name and couldn't help but change their expressions.

Feeling the invisible coercion emanating from his body, the monks present were quite shocked.

Such a strong aura, such a strong aura, at least the cultivation level of the Xuan King in the middle stage, or even higher.

This eldest son of the Jinding Immortal Mansion is indeed worthy of his reputation and has a high level of cultivation. He is worthy of being a direct disciple of the Taiyin Palace.

Han Hao ignored everyone's different looks, stared at the monk who insulted his brother with a pair of big and powerful eyes, and said coldly: "You are a disciple of Xuanwu Valley. If you have the guts, say what you just said again."

When the disciples of Xuanwu Valley were stared at like this, they suddenly panicked and became restless, not knowing how to respond.

"Oh, coward."

Han Hao sneered, walked through the monks, lifted Han Liang, who was still sleeping soundly, on his shoulders, ignored everyone, and walked straight out of the attic.

It was okay for the rest of the people. After all, Han Hao's status was extraordinary and they didn't dare to say anything.

But Baili Xuan couldn't swallow this breath. He was the host of today's banquet.

Now, before the banquet was over, a man suddenly appeared. He didn't even say hello and just came and went at will. This was because he didn't take him, the Holy Son of Qianyong City, seriously at all.

As a Taoist saint, he attaches great importance to face and dignity and does not allow anyone to violate him.

Han Hao's move had already touched his bottom line.

Seeing that Han Hao was about to walk out of the attic, Baili Xuan suddenly said: "Wait a minute."

Han Hao stopped and asked without looking back, "What's the matter?"

The attitude was arrogant and casual, and the monks present shook their heads repeatedly, thinking that a battle was inevitable, and there would be a good show soon.

Baili Xuan said coldly: "This is my territory, and everyone who comes today is an honored guest that I invited."

"Your Excellency has no friendship with me and has not received my invitation, but you can come and go here at will. It is too arrogant."

Han Hao turned to look at him: "Then what do you want?"

Baili Xuan was even more angry, thinking that this person didn't know the rules. If he didn't teach him a lesson today, how could he gain a foothold in the upper world in the future if this matter spread?

He didn't want to hurt the harmony. After all, Han Hao was the eldest son of Jinding Immortal Palace and a direct disciple of Taiyin Palace. He had an extraordinary status. There would be no benefit in a direct conflict.

As long as Han Hao can be sensible and admit his mistake, Baili Xuan can walk down the steps, say a high-sounding polite word, expose the matter, and everyone will be safe and happy.

But Baili Xuan never expected that Han Hao would be so arrogant. He didn't know whether he was like this by nature or because he had absolute confidence in himself, so he was so arrogant.

If that's the case, let's fight.

Thinking of this, Baili Xuan said coldly: "I have always heard that the eldest son of the Jinding Immortal Mansion is extremely talented and has a high level of cultivation. When I see him today, he is indeed worthy of his reputation."

"I have admired my Taoist friend for a long time. It is truly a blessing to meet you today. Why don't you take this opportunity to..."

Before he could finish his words, Han Hao interrupted him impatiently, "Okay, okay, let's save these nonsense. Don't you just want to fight with me? It's all this twists and turns. What are you doing? Fight if you want. Whoever is a coward is the grandson."

The corners of Baili Xuan's eyes twitched, the veins on his temples throbbed, and he was very angry.

He suppressed his anger and remained friendly: "Well, since fellow Daoist Han is willing to give you some advice, please move to the martial arts arena in Canglan City."

This is the Flying God Tower, and he doesn't want the aftermath of the battle to ruin this place.

"Okay, let's go now!"

Han Hao agreed very readily, jumped up, turned into a stream of light and escaped, rushing into Canglan City.

Baili Xuan snorted coldly and followed closely.

The other monks looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes. After a while, they all abandoned their wine glasses and chased into Canglan City to watch the excitement.

The Holy Son of Qianyong City was going to compete with the disciples of Taiyin Palace. The news spread instantly throughout Canglan City and attracted countless monks to watch the battle.

These two are both leaders among the younger generation, and the showdown between them must be extremely exciting and not to be missed.

Next to the busy street, Yang Chaner, dressed in men's clothing, was shopping leisurely.

She saw the crowd suddenly become agitated, and all the monks rushed in one direction. She couldn't help but feel a little strange, so she stopped a female monk who looked easy to bully, and asked in a condescending manner: "Little girl, what happened, where are you going?"

The female monk stared at her for a while, and suddenly "puffed" and laughed out loud.

Yang Chaner frowned and puzzled: "Are you sick, little girl? I asked you a question, why are you laughing?"

The female monk curled her lips and said: "Little girl, I think you are sick. You are so white, your mouth is so red, and your eyebrows are so light. You don't look like a man at all."

"Also, your voice is not thick enough. Although you have used spiritual power to change your vocal cords, it is more obvious than it is. Even a fool can hear it."

"But you did one thing well, and it was quite successful."

Being exposed, Yang Chaner was panicked and angry at first, and then After listening to her reasoning, she felt that it made sense and could not help but become interested and asked, "Which point?"

The female monk crossed her arms in front of her chest, lowered her eyes, and landed on her chest, then raised her thumb and praised, "It's really flat, almost flat, almost concave, little girl, how did you do it? Can you teach me?"

Yang Chan'er was stunned at first, and then she became furious, almost suffocated by anger, pointing at the female monk with trembling hands, "you you you" for a long time, but couldn't say a word.

She was really angry and didn't know what to say for a while.

"Hahaha, you are so cute. I bet that you will be a beautiful woman like a fairy when you take off your men's clothes."

The female monk laughed happily. Seeing Yang Chan'er's pretty face flushed and her cheeks bulged, she smiled and comforted: "Oh, don't be angry, I was just joking. Don't you want to know where we are going?"

"Let me tell you, it's Baili Xuan, the saint of Ganyong City, who wants to compete with others. Everyone is rushing to watch the battle."

Hearing this, Yang Chan'er temporarily suppressed the humiliation in her heart, snorted, and asked: "Who is Baili Xuan going to compete with?"

The female monk smiled brightly: "My brother."