Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

The woman sized up the man and let out a mocking laugh. She even curled her lips at the man.    

At this moment, a man who could determine that he was definitely a disciple of a wealthy family walked over from not far away. He came to the side of the multicolor-robed woman and asked, "Ling Ling, what happened?"    

"Zhu Yuan, this person saw that I was good-looking. He started to touch me and wanted to eat my tofu."    

When the multicolor-robed woman saw the man she called Zhu Yuan arrive, the complacent look on her face suddenly disappeared and was replaced by an aggrieved expression.    

"What?"    

Zhu Yuan followed Ling Ling's gaze and was stunned on the spot. Of course, he was stunned not because he was afraid of the man in the tight suit, but because he saw the woman standing behind the man in a yellow muslin dress.    

At this moment, the expression on the man's face was almost the same as the expression of the little boy who had just seen the woman. However, when the little boy saw the woman, he only knew that she was beautiful, but he could not tell where she was.    

"Cough cough, Zhu Yuan, quickly help me stand up!"    

When Ling Ling saw Zhu Yuan lost his mind, the jealousy in her heart that was already very strong instantly became even more exuberant.    

Zhu Yuan was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted. He pointed at the man's nose and said, "Ling Ling is here today. I don't want to see blood. Kneel down and kowtow to us three times. I'll let you go."    

As soon as Zhu Yuan finished speaking, everyone around looked at Zhu Yuan strangely. However, Zhu Yuan did not notice this, and continued to look at the man arrogantly.    

" Oh?"    

The man's cold expression suddenly disappeared, as if he had encountered something funny. The corner of his mouth could not help but reveal a hint of a smile: "Are you serious?"    

The man paused. Without waiting for Zhu Yuan to speak, he continued, "How about this, I'll give you a chance too. Kneel down and kowtow to me three times. I'll only break one of your legs. "    

Zhu Yuan seemed to have never been humiliated like this before, and his face immediately flushed red. It turned into the color of pig liver. He raised his right hand, and there was a faint ripple of Spiritual Force in his hand. In his opinion, this man who did not have a single Spiritual Force on his body... It was just to show off his abilities in front of the beautiful woman.    

Seeing that his palm was about to land, the people behind him suddenly moved aside. Zhu Yuan turned his head and saw a middle-aged man wearing a silk robe walking towards them on the path they had made.    

"Xiao Yuan, why are you here?"    

The man smiled and greeted Zhu Yuan when he saw him.    

"Uncle-in-law, isn't this Caiyi Festival again? I brought Ling Ling to Lo Capital to buy clothes."    

Zhu Yuan said to the middle-aged man as if he was a good baby. However, he saw the middle-aged man looking at the man standing in front of him.    

Zhu Yuan wanted to say something, but he saw that the man beside him had done something that almost scared him out of his wits.    

The middle-aged man bowed to the man who seemed to be 20 years younger than him and said respectfully, "This official greets Marquis of Lo Capital."    

That's right. The man who was stopped by Zhu Yuan and forced to kowtow three times was the youngest Marquis in Great Wei since ancient times. He was also the true master of Lo Capital, Yang Xuan.    

The man who bowed to Yang Xuan was City Lord of the Lo Capital.    

"Zhang City Lord, this young man is your nephew?"    

Yang Xuan looked at Zhu Yuan and asked curiously.    

Zhang City Lord did not react to the question. But since Yang Xuan asked, he naturally would not refuse. "Replying to Master Hou, this is the nephew of one of my concubines. He lives in Jiangnan."    

"Oh, so that's how it is. So it is someone from Jiangnan. No wonder he dares to be so arrogant."    

Yang Xuan smiled and said to Zhang City Lord, "Zhang City Lord, your nephew told me to give him three kowtows, or else he would let me see blood. Do you think I should kowtow or not? "    

Zhang City Lord's face turned deathly pale. He turned his head to look at Zhu Yuan who was beside him, but saw Zhu Yuan's expression as if his mother had died.    

"Xiao Yuan, is what Lord Marquis said true?"    

"This..."    

Zhu Yuan was stunned. He suddenly pointed at Yang Xuan's nose and said, "Uncle, did you recognize the wrong person? When did our Great Wei have such a young marquis? Uncle-in-law, can you see clearly? "    

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Yang Xuan and said," Shameless thief, what kind of flowery words did you use to deceive my uncle? Daring to impersonate a noble of the Great Wei, you deserve to die ten thousand times over. "    

After saying that, he gritted his teeth and slapped Yang Xuan with the Spiritual Force in his hand.    

However, in the next moment, he saw the smile in Yang Xuan's eyes suddenly become as sharp as a peerless divine weapon. Immediately after that, he felt as if he had arrived in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. There were all kinds of evil spirits surrounding him, and they were all walking towards him.    

His legs went limp and he collapsed onto the ground.    

Yang Xuan spat at Zhu Yuan who was lying on the ground. He raised his head and looked at Zhang City Lord. He said to him, "Zhang City Lord, on account of him being your nephew. I will let him go today. If I meet him again, I will bear the consequences. "    

As he spoke, he looked at the multicolor-robed woman beside him, only to see that she was even more unbearable. She had actually lost control of her bladder and consciousness.    

As he spoke, he cursed in his heart, "Bad luck." He walked past the two of them and walked forward.    

Suddenly, a white and tender palm patted Yang Xuan's shoulder. Immediately after that, a woman's voice was heard, "Yo, Marquis of Lo Capital is so mighty."    

"Who is it?"    

Yang Xuan turned around and saw a woman wearing a long blue dress looking at his face with a smile.    

"Lan Fenghuang? Why are you here?"    

The anger on Yang Xuan's face disappeared and turned into a smile. The person who came was the person who gave Yang Xuan a dose of medicine not long ago to help him get rid of the unstable condition. She was also the eldest daughter of the Lan family, Lan Fenghuang, one of the few golden flowers in the capital.    

Lan Fenghuang looked at Yang Xuan with a face full of resentment. Her face was full of grievance as she said, "What's wrong? When some people heard that I was going to marry him... They went there for a year. You still don't allow me to come to the festival? "    

Before Lan Fenghuang could finish speaking, she felt a sharp pain at her waist. He didn't even need to turn his head. It was only because of the jealousy of a certain grandaunt that he could feel it again.    

"Miss Lan, don't joke around. We've only known each other for a short period of time, and you're already saying that you want to marry me? Who can stand this?"    

Yang Xuan had a bitter smile on his face. He endured the pain in his waist and said to Lan Fenghuang, "Furthermore, Miss Lan, if I remember correctly, you seem to be twenty-one years old this year. You are a full three years older than me, right?"