All the pretentious dandies in the restaurant laughed and looked at Chu Tian with admiration.

He is truly worthy of being a romantic and suave Heavenly Master who can write such words. Facing the overbearing Haolong clan, he can still say such tough words!

They naturally didn't have the confidence to provoke the Haolong clan, but in the Fifth Island Circle, they were the real local tyrants. Not having the confidence to provoke them didn't stop them from intentionally laughing loudly and giving Hao San a harsh look.

Zi Xiaosheng laughed out loud: "Hey, breaking three legs? Interesting, interesting!"

The folding fan in his hand snapped open, and Zi Xiaosheng narrowed his eyes, glancing strangely at Hao San's legs, as if he was thinking about where to strike.

Hao San inexplicably felt a chill all over his body. He shivered uncontrollably, and his face looked a little ugly. After all, the Haolong clan is the true spirit of heaven and earth, and they are born with extremely sharp perceptions that far exceed those of ordinary people!

In this restaurant, he felt the danger of death!

Hao San changed the tone and stretched out his hand with a smile on his face, wanting to pat Chu Tian on the shoulder.

Chu Tian sneered, raised his hand and grabbed Hao San's wrist. His five fingers were like hooks, deeply digging into the flesh and bones of Hao San's wrist, making a continuous "cracking" sound. Chu Tian looked at Hao San's ugly face and sneered: "Hao San, tell me, where is the evidence? I colluded with the Celestial Clan? Evidence? If there is no evidence, I will destroy your claws now!"

Hao San was furious, and just as he was about to explode, Haolong Zhenzun had already taken two steps forward with a conflicted look on his face. Just as he was about to say a few words to smooth things over, a young man who was eight feet tall, handsome and extraordinarily elegant among the twelve patrolling messengers suddenly appeared beside Chu Tian.

With a "swish" sound, a white light spurted out from the young man's palm, and a flying sword shaped like a white snake shot out, shaking its head and tail and slashing towards Chu Tian's wrist.

The young man laughed sternly, "How dare you be rude to the inspector? It shows that you are a traitor!"

The young man attacked extremely ruthlessly and quickly. With a flash of sword light, the flying sword approached Chu Tian's wrist. It was clear that he wanted to chop off Chu Tian's palm with one sword.

But Zi Xiaosheng was faster. He waved the folding fan in his hand, and a gust of evil wind whistled out from the fan. A faint purple air was faintly visible in the white wind, just like countless steel needles piercing the flying sword shaped like a white snake.

With a few "chi chi" sounds, the small flying sword vibrated violently, letting out a wail as if it could not bear the heavy burden, and suddenly retreated rapidly.

The young man who had made the move swayed and retreated backwards in an extremely embarrassed manner. He took a deep breath, and the flying sword that was rapidly retracting towards him suddenly stopped. The sword that was floating beside him trembled and groaned slightly, making a slight sword sound.

"You dare to attack me?" The young man looked at Zi Xiaosheng coldly: "Do you know who I am?"

Zi Xiaosheng looked at the young man lazily and smiled gently, "Since you can't win, you start comparing family backgrounds and origins? Isn't that embarrassing? If you really want to compare origins, and I tell you my family name, won't you have to kneel on the ground and lick the bottom of my boots?"

Hao San's expression changed slightly, and Haolong Zhenzun also looked at Zi Xiaosheng with great suspicion.

The young man who made the move, as well as the other eleven patrol messengers, all blinked their eyes and looked Zi Xiaosheng up and down.

After hesitating for a while, the young man who made the move coughed, put away his flying sword, and bowed to Zi Xiaosheng. His stiff and cold face was filled with a smile: "I am Luo, the direct disciple of Lingjing Sword Sect..."

Zi Xiaosheng interrupted him impatiently: "The Nitian Sword Sect is the Nitian Sword Sect, why are you hiding what you mean by Jianmen? Do you really think no one knows your origins? Luo? Are you from the Luo family of the Nitian Sword Sect? Well, that old fellow Luo Sanguang is still alive?"

Hao San, Haolong Zhenzun, and the group of people brought by Hao San all lost their arrogance. They looked at Zi Xiaosheng cautiously, with light flickering in their eyes. No one knew what they were thinking.

Only the disciple surnamed Luo from Jianmen had a face full of bitterness. He smiled dryly and said, "Ha, ha, Patriarch Sanguang is getting better and better. He was teaching us the sword manual a few days ago."

Zi Xiaosheng waved his large folding fan and said calmly, "Oh, it's hard for him, but he's really lucky. A hundred years ago, he was alone and arrogant and ventured into the Dark Region. He was hunted down by the nine ghost emperors and was almost torn to pieces when he escaped back to the Fallen Star Ocean. He actually managed to survive. It's not easy!"

With a mysterious sneer, Zi Xiaosheng lowered his voice and asked, "How much did you Jianmen spend to get the 'Purple Cloud Pill' from the Sky Clan's Zi... that saved his life?"

Hao San's body trembled, and his wrist, which was originally very strong when Chu Tian held it with five fingers, suddenly became limp.

The face of the Jianmen disciple surnamed Luo was twitching crazily, and he looked at Zi Xiaosheng as if he had seen a ghost.

"How could I, I, my Jianmen, have such dealings with, with the Celestial Clan!" The disciple surnamed Luo not only had his face twitching, but gradually, his body began to tremble slightly.

The other eleven patrolling messengers had eyes flashing and their gazes were as sharp as knives, staring at the back of the disciple named Luo from behind.

"Hey, what are you afraid of? What's the big deal?" Zi Xiaosheng said with a nonchalant smile: "In the Spirit Realm, which family doesn't have connections with the Celestial Clan? For example, your Dragon Clan got that Dragon God Armor a few years ago!"

Haolong Zhenzun strode up to Zi Xiaosheng and bowed deeply to him solemnly: "My dear, today, it was my third brother who was at fault. When I return, I will definitely ask the elders of our clan to discipline him strictly. Since you know the name of that object, I think your identity must be extraordinary. There is no need to talk about this matter, right?"

Zi Xiaosheng looked at Haolong Zhenzun with a chuckle and slowly stretched out his left hand: "Is it something shameful? Then, what about the hush money?"

Zi Xiaosheng smiled brightly. Chu Tian speechlessly let go of Hao San's wrist and took two steps back.

After being harassed by Zi Xiaosheng, the people brought by Hao San were all trembling like quails in a storm. It seemed that no one dared to cause trouble for Chu Tian today.

However, he knew a lot of Zi Xiaosheng's secrets.

Um, 'Celestial Purple'?

Celestial Clan, Zi Family?

Chu Tian looked at Zi Xiaosheng's back thoughtfully. This guy was really bold enough to walk to the Fallen Star Ocean alone to attack? He even attacked the Supreme of the Phantom Spirit Pavilion?

It was really bad luck for Hao San and his friends to meet Zi Xiaosheng!

Haolong Zhenzun laughed dryly, quickly took out something and placed it in Zi Xiaosheng's palm.

Hao San and he bowed to Zi Xiaosheng at the same time, and the group left in shame.