"Dad, what should we do now?"

The atmosphere at the scene was a bit depressing. Yang Xiao walked up to his father and asked in a low voice.

"Humph, you rebellious son, you still have the nerve to ask."

"I told you a long time ago to be more restrained recently."

"Not only did you not listen, you even went further and now you have even offended the giant Bu Tian Cult."

"Now you ask me what to do? Fortunately, their masters are not here, otherwise, Bu Lao Mountain might not be able to protect you."

Yang He said with great regret. After hearing what he said, Yang He was so scared that his face turned pale and he regretted it so much.

Yang He was too lazy to lecture his son about what he had done. The most important thing now was how to calm the situation down.

After all, he is the head of the family, and Yang He is quite thick-skinned.

I saw his tense face suddenly forced a smile, and said: "So you are a disciple of the Butian Sect! It's really true that the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, and family members don't recognize each other anymore."

"I have a deep friendship with Qi Wuhui, the leader of your Butian Sect."

"If you had told us earlier that you were from the Bu Tian Cult, we wouldn't have had such a big misunderstanding."

"It's my fault for being short-sighted. I almost caused a disaster..."

Yang He looked full of regret, and his acting was simply amazing.

Even Xiao Zhan secretly admired him after seeing this. He admitted that he couldn't compare with him in terms of shamelessness.

Seeing that he was trying to save face, Lin Qingzhu didn't say anything. After all, she didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

Ye Qiu hasn't come back yet, and it would be of no benefit to them if they angered the other party.

“Snap, snap, snap…”

At this time, a burst of applause came from the eaves not far away.

Everyone looked curiously and found that there were three people standing on the eaves. A young man was sitting elegantly on the eaves, and there were two old men standing behind him.

The young man is dressed in a blue shirt and white clothes, with an extraordinary temperament. His drifting bangs sway in the wind, revealing a sense of freedom all the time.

“Wonderful, wonderful…”

"It's so exciting! I didn't expect to be able to witness such a good show in this small Guangling City today."

The young man smiled and teased, especially giving a thumbs up to praise Yang He's words and actions just now.

However, what is more curious is that Yang He was not angry at all for his provocative behavior, but instead showed fear.

Zhao Wan'er was very confused and asked, "Who is this person?"

Lin Qingzhu shook her head. She didn't know him either, but Xiao Yi next to her showed fear.

"Fuck! The Holy Son of Heaven, He Wushuang..."

"What's the meaning?"

Lin Qingzhu frowned. This title sounded a bit scary.

Xiao Yi quickly explained: “This person comes from an ancient great clan, the ancient He clan, and is born with a holy body.

He is the only Holy Son of the Tianshan Holy Land. At a young age, he has reached the ninth level of the Heavenly Phase.

He is gifted with extraordinary talent and is praised as the Son of Heaven who has the greatest hope of becoming an emperor."

"She is equally famous as the Saint of Yaochi Holy Land, the Fuyao Fairy. Lu Yan of the Supreme Palace, and so on..."

Hearing this for the first time, Lin Qingzhu and Zhao Wan'er looked at each other.

"Ninth level of heavenly phase?"

"No wonder, even our chief senior brother of the Butian Sect, Liu Qingfeng, has only been at the fifth level of Tianxiang so far, but he has already reached the ninth level..."

Lin Qingzhu suddenly felt the pressure doubled.

Long before they went down the mountain, Ye Qiu had told her that this trip, in addition to gaining experience, was more about broadening her horizons.

It’s a great opportunity to witness the stunning demeanor of these talented young people among their peers.

Don't be complacent with your own achievements. You should understand that there are always people better than you. There are many people who are better than you.

Compared to Lin Qingzhu's pressure, Zhao Wan'er felt much less pressure.

Because Lin Qingzhu is the chief disciple, she represents the face of Zixia Peak, so she is under a lot of pressure.

But she was different. Besides being surprised, she was more curious.

He Wushuang's sudden arrival broke the original tranquility. Everyone breathed heavily and looked at the three people above nervously.

What made them feel afraid was not He Wushuang, but the two old men behind him.

Judging from the aura, one of them has actually reached the level of a leader.

"hiss……"

"Master!"

"As expected of you, he is the direct descendant of the ancient He clan, the Holy Son of Heaven. Whenever he travels, he is protected by powerful people at the level of a leader."

Xiao Zhan secretly took a deep breath. Although he became stronger when facing a strong opponent, he still had to pull back when he met the leader.

That's not a concept at all.

For such a gifted child, it is normal to be protected by such a strong person.

I think that powerful leader should be an elder of the Tianchi Holy Land.

At this time, Yang He was so frightened that he had no idea how to respond to He Wushuang's sarcasm.

At this time, another aurora flashed, and several figures appeared on the other side of the attic.

Everyone looked over and was even more shocked.

On the roof, there was a stunning beauty, barefoot, slowly floating in the air.

Everyone could feel that the force of laws surrounding her was exactly the aura that only existed when approaching the state of no distance.

"hiss……"

"Fairy Fuyao, why is she here too?"

Xiao Yi's words "Fuck you" broke the silence at the scene.

The woman on the balcony was none other than the fairy Fuyao from the sacred land of Yao Chi, the dream goddess in the hearts of thousands of young boys.

Her beauty is not inferior to Lin Qingzhu at all, and perhaps only Zhao Wan'er can barely compare with her.

Because the aristocratic air she carried was so strong, Lin Qingzhu was born in poverty and had an innate sense of inferiority.

So she kind of backed off...

"What happened today? Why did so many legendary figures suddenly come to Guangling City?"

At this moment, Xiao Yi was completely frightened.

No matter how arrogant and dissolute they are, they can only be arrogant in Guangling City. Once they meet these people, they have to give in.

Seeing Fuyao coming, He Wushuang just took a look, and then said to Yang He: "Today, Chief Yang showed us a trick and let us know what shamelessness is."

"Shame on us, shame on us. Compared to Patriarch Yang, we are still too young."

The corner of Yang He's mouth twitched. He knew that He Wushuang was deliberately slandering him, but he could only be angry but not say anything.

Now he was a little unsure why these young masters were suddenly interested in coming to Guangling City?

The pressure on everyone present was doubled, and the only one who remained calm was probably Zhao Wan'er.

After all, her background is not simple.

"Master He, you are joking. How dare I embarrass myself in front of you?"

Yang He wanted to explain something, but He Wushuang waved his hand and interrupted him without giving him any face.

He didn't want to hear what Yang He said, nor did he want to pay attention to him.

Instead, he looked at Lin Qingzhu. He was first amazed by her cold and elegant temperament, but that was just amazement.

As the Son of God, he is not comparable to the playboys like Yang Xiao and Xiao Yi. He has a very high vision.

In order to catch his eye, a woman must not only be beautiful but also have strength.

"Purple Cloud Sword!"

"Back then, Xuan Tian Zhenren was such a stunning figure. Who would have thought that many years later, his sword would appear in the hands of a junior."

He Wushuang showed a pity expression, and then said: "Miss, can you lend me your sword to take a look?"

Lin Qingzhu was puzzled. What was so good about the Zixia sword in her hand?

"This is just an ordinary treasure, not even a spiritual weapon."

He Wushuang did not refute, but only said: "Although this sword is not of high grade, its owner was once an existence that many people could not even dream of."