Looking at the monks with fairy style or strange costumes, everyone in the audience talked and pointed at them. Although they were a little respectful to the Supreme Cultivator, they didn't have many. After all, they had never seen the battle between monks with their own eyes, and only thought they were similar to ordinary martial arts practitioners.

In fact, logic is that even if the fight between monks is too great, they will not easily attack in front of mortals. It is not because they are afraid of hurting the innocent, but because monks have the pride of monks. How could they be watched by ordinary people like watching circus monks during the fight?

This time, the reason why so many people came to see this time was that both sides deliberately did it. The Baoxian family wanted to win back their reputation and prove their strength by fighting against the enemy. The Xueshan Sect wanted to take this opportunity to completely overwhelm the reputation of the Baoxian family outside the pass and prove to the world that their Xueshan Sect is the most powerful.

About a few minutes later, two gangs of people on the stage sat separately. There were more people from the Baoxian family, about twenty or thirty people, but only three people could sit on the stage, while the Snow Mountain Sect was a little less, only seven people, but they were young and strong, handsome, and quite eye-catching.

Zhang Muyang did not stand with the Shen family, but stood in the crowd and swept his spiritual sense to the stage. Except for Nalan Changfeng, all the cultivation levels below the foundation were basically made of something that was instantly made. However, on Shen Long, Zhang Muyang noticed a trace of strangeness. The aura was not the Master Hu Qi he met before, but another aura, which was stronger and more mysterious. Zhang Muyang nodded secretly. This was the right thing. The Baoxian Family had at least hundreds of years outside the pass. Even if the older generation had withered, there should be some trump cards. It is impossible to rely solely on him as an outsider to support the storefront.

Not far from Zhang Muyang, Wu Yuqing and others occupied a pretty good position because of the identities of several disciples under the Baoxian Family. Several people were talking and laughing, and Wu Yuqing whispered to his younger brother about the awesomeness of the Baoxian Family.

"Did you see the one sitting in the middle of the stage? That is Shen Long, the most powerful leader of the Shen family in our Black Province. Behind him, there are the most awesome fox fairy in the five great immortals. I just worship him under his sect."

Wu Yuqing tried his best to hide his complacentness and tried to show that he was humble and didn't care, but from his expression, tone and words, anyone could see that he was so proud that he wanted to fly.

Lu Xiaolin's eyes were red when he heard this, and he wanted to become a disciple of the Baoxian Family. He looked around for a while and looked at the crowd standing behind him with a gloomy face and said, "Angkor, you are still awesome. I saw Yang Laojiu just now. Isn't he awesome? Now I'm still standing behind us and sucking."

Although these people were headed by Wu Yuqing before, they were not particularly obvious. Until this incident happened, Wu Yuqing was the boss of a small group. After the first dog legs were picked up, someone naturally knelt down and licked. A fat man with a fat body blinked his eyes and said, "Xiaolin is right. Angkor has now left the ranks of ordinary people and has become a disciple of the immortal family. Yang Laojiu is nothing. Even if Zhou Anya comes, she will only be worthy of Angkor to carry shoes."

Listening to Lu Xiaolin's flattery, Wu Yuqing's face was a little better. When he mentioned Zhou Anya, he suddenly felt that his cheeks were a little hurt. When did he lose such a big face, sooner or later he would make back his face.

"Damn it, it's really tm who said Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here, do you see who that is."

The guy who was talking reached out and pointed his hand not far behind him. When a few people saw that it was Zhang Muyang?

Lu Xiaolin smiled coldly and said, "Hey, this kid really doesn't leave anything behind. Why don't we call him over?"

The fat man just now said, "Why are you calling me here? Isn't it too embarrassing enough?"

Lu Xiaolin sneered, "Tsk, can you compare with the past now? Now our Angkor is a serious disciple of the Baoxian family. That guy is nothing. If he knows something, he will change to make an appointment with Zhou Anya and apologize for our Angkor."

After he said this, several people nodded secretly. They are all rich second generations, and they are all about face. A few days ago, they thought about being beaten on their faces, and they kept thinking about hitting them back. Now that there is such an opportunity, they will naturally not give up, but they didn't say anything. Everyone looked at Wu Yuqing and waited for him to make an idea.

Wu Yuqing pondered and said nothing. He wanted to take revenge and come back, but now is not the time to cause trouble. If any big man in the immortal family is unhappy, he will be destroyed in minutes, even if his father can't save him. But if he just let it go, he will not be willing to accept it. Who knows when he meets this kid next time? After thinking for a while, he said, "Can you call him here, but remember, don't make trouble. At most, say a few words. Even if you want to do something, you have to hold it in and wait until it's over."

Lu Xiaolin waited for this sentence, and he said, "Don't worry, Angkor, we all understand. Seeing how I harmed him, I will never take action. Let him kneel down."

Standing among the crowd, Zhang Muyang was holding mineral water and melon seeds in his hand, and was ready to watch the show. He had already seen Wu Yuqing, Zhang Lulu and his group, but he was too lazy to pay attention to it and pretended not to see it. However, unexpectedly, the other party came to the door and pulled him over.

Zhang Lulu waved at Zhang Muyang and shouted, "Muyang, you are too crowded here, come to our side."

Zhang Muyang frowned, thinking that he didn't hear it, so he was too lazy to go over. He didn't have to guess what the group of people were thinking. He just boasted that Wu Yuqing became a disciple of the Baoxian family and could practice immortal barabala in the future, and then pretend to be in front of him. For these people, he slapped them with a slap, and felt that it was unnecessary and he didn't do any evil. If they didn't slap them, they were buzzing like flies. After a little repair, they would attract the attention of others. He also wanted to see the good show and see the skills of the Baoxian family and the Snow Mountain Sect.

Seeing Zhang Muyang ignore them, Lu Xiaolin began to say with pride: "This kid knows that our Angkor is a very famous person. Now he has started to pretend to be a grandson. He pretends not to see him and dare not get here. Something is a shameless person."

The fat man squinted his eyes and touched his stomach and said, "He can just pretend to be a grandson? Mom is so slap, sister-in-law, go call him over, and you want to run away after pretending to be silenced. There is no reason." Relying on his strong body, the fat man squeezed towards Zhang Muyang.
Chapter completed!