The Qinglong Society even killed Yan Sannu, the deputy leader of the Shayin Sect and the third-level master. Ren Feng, a first-level master, would definitely be dead. This was the reason why she dared to cause trouble for Wan Xiaolou.

"It's better to choose a day than to hit it. We happen to be here today, so why don't you set up a table at Jinfeng Xiaoyu Building? We happen to be hungry!"

Before Duan Yuerong could speak, suddenly a young man behind him spoke jokingly, and the others immediately started cheering upon seeing this.

"Yes, that's right, today."

"Let's go, let's go, we're going to have dinner too."

"That's right, that's just an apology. That's today."

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The crowd's booing made Wan Xiaolou frown, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that his words were polite. These people were teasing him to make an apology. They were obviously trying to humiliate him. Even if he really set the table, they would probably get even more serious humiliation.

Are these people really so brainless?

I never thought about what they would do if my master came back...

"Everyone, let's wait another day. Xiaolou is really in a hurry today. The master told me to practice harder and take the test myself when I get back!"

Wan Xiaolou still didn't dare to show his anger. Among the idiots in front of him, the weakest ones all had the seventh level of cultivation. He, Wan Xiaojin and Wan Xiaofeng combined were no match for him, so he could only suppress the anger in his heart and tone his voice.

I tried to speak as calmly as possible, and by the way, I also mentioned some of these people, hoping that they would be more sensible.

Unexpectedly, he still overestimated the IQ of this group of people.

"You still dare to put on airs. You really think you have any confidence. Your master may be dead. Today's table, you have to put it on, or don't put it on it. If you dare to talk nonsense again, we will

I will cripple you and then drag you over!"

The person who spoke was a tall young man behind Duan Yuerong. He looked at Wan Xiaolou with an extremely unhappy look on his face, with a hint of threat in his eyes. He took a step forward, and the blood in his body even began to roar.

Obviously, what he said was not a joke, he really planned to do it!

Wan Xiaolou's expression froze. He had never expected that these people would be so brainless. Even after he reminded him, these people were still aggressive.

But along with it, a sense of powerlessness arose in his heart. He found that there was really nothing he could do when meeting such a brainless person who was stronger than himself.

He knew that he couldn't run away, but he knew that even if he really went to Jinfeng Xiaoyu Tower with these people, he would get even more serious humiliation, so he was unwilling to compromise, so he stood still and didn't speak.

Already.

And his reaction, in the eyes of everyone, was naturally a rejection.

The tall young man frowned and took a few steps forward. Soon he was less than two meters away from Wan Xiaolou.

Wan Xiaolou clenched his fists under his sleeves and looked at the tall man approaching him. He was not afraid, but angry. In addition to his anger, an urgent desire for power arose in his heart.

It turns out that without his master, he is really nothing!

"I won't cry until I see the coffin."

The tall young man obviously had a bad temper. When he saw that he had walked in front of Wan Xiaolou, he had not moved yet. Blood filled his right arm. He raised his right palm and threw it towards Wan Xiaolou's face.

When everyone saw this scene, a trace of contempt appeared on their faces, and Duan Yuerong's eyes flashed with a trace of deep ridicule and contempt.

Snapped……

However, when a slap came, they were all stunned.

Because this slap came not from Wan Xiaolou's face, but from the tall young man's face.

The tall young man was knocked away with a slap, fell back three or four meters, and immediately passed out.

A man in black, who looked to be less than thirty years old and armed with a swordsman, was standing next to Wan Xiaolou at some point, looking at him with respect.

Seeing the flash of aura from the body of the man in black, Duan Yuerong and the others were suddenly shocked. They had all seen it. It was Gang Qi.

Duan Yuerong's face darkened, and she took a step forward, ready to scold the bold man in black. But when she saw the next scene, a look of horror appeared in her eyes, and she immediately shut her mouth.

The man in black raised his hand and bowed to Wan Xiaolou, his expression extremely respectful.

"My subordinate, Su Li, pays homage to the young master!"

Before he finished, as soon as the man in black finished speaking, Wu Yangyang and his group of about thirty people suddenly came out from the other side of the street, and they all bowed to him.

"Greetings, sir!"

Wan Xiaolou was stunned for a moment, including Wan Xiaojin and Wan Xiaofeng next to him.

When Duan Yuerong and others discovered that the cultivation of the thirty men in black was at least the seventh level, and some were even at the tenth level, their hearts trembled, and they were speechless for a moment.

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Chapter completed!