Fantasy: My Senior Brother Is Super Strong [Comedy + Xinxia]

[MSBISS] Chapter 115

After Lu Chen left, the disciples of Guiyuan Pavilion were still eating and bragging in the Juxian restaurant.

As they drank more wine, their voices grew louder, and their words became increasingly unscrupulous.

The conversation was becoming harder to listen to.

But they still had some sense.

They knew that this was Qingyun City, the territory of the Qingyun Sect.

There were many disciples of the Qingyun Sect coming and going here.

They despised, disdained, and belittled Ji Yan, always using him as a comparison.

Ji Yan had great prestige among the younger generation of Qingyun Sect disciples and was their idol.

If the disciples of Guiyuan Pavilion dared to speak ill of Ji Yan directly here, they would definitely be attacked by a group of people.

Therefore, they remained rational and did not dare to mention Ji Yan's real name.

But he already knew who these Guiyuan Pavilion disciples were talking about from Lu Chen.

He heard that the Guiyuan Pavilion disciples were becoming increasingly aggressive, and their words were becoming more and more unpleasant.

Wang Yao couldn't hold back any longer. He approached these Guiyuan Pavilion disciples and handed them the paper given by Lu Chen.

Wang Yao didn't know if what Lu Chen said was true, but he could only hope that it was.

He was sick of these guys.

If it weren't for his lack of strength, he would have dealt with them long ago.

He hoped these guys would get out of there.

Wang Yao said unhappily.

After reading the contents of the paper, the disciples of Guiyuan Pavilion became angry.

"Damn, are you provoking us?"

Wang Yao was surprised. He wanted to know what was written on it that made these Guiyuan Pavilion disciples so furious.

He stood nearby, stretched his neck, and tried to see what it contained.

[Idiot Guiyuan Pavilion, the people in Guiyuan Pavilion are all idiots.]

[A group of cowards — except for their tough words, everything else is soft. Especially my younger brother — he was too weak to get up.]

[A bunch of guys without balls.]

[How dare you make jokes? Any disciple of Qingyun Sect can beat you to death.]

[Do you dare to come?]

Wang Yao was speechless.

No one could bear to be insulted like this.

Not to mention the usually arrogant and domineering disciples of Guiyuan Pavilion.

"Where is that person?"

A disciple of Guiyuan Pavilion glared at Wang Yao with an unkind expression and asked with murderous intent on his face.

He had the urge to beat Wang Yao up.

Wang Yao replied, "A guest asked me to give this to you. He has already left."

"Who is he? Are you in the same group?"

Wang Yao denied, "I don't know him."

Fighting was not allowed in the city, but Wang Yao feared that these guys would drink too much, get hot-headed, and fight regardless of the consequences.

The Juxian restaurant is easy to demolish.

"Damn it, damn it."

"It said we should go outside the city. Do you want to go?"

"Go, why not?"

There was almost no need for discussion, and several Guiyuan Pavilion disciples immediately shouted to go.

"Find him and teach him a lesson."

"Who does he think he is? How dare he scold us like this?"

"He's looking for death."

The people of Guiyuan Pavilion had suffered a loss tonight and felt very angry.

They hadn't vented their anger yet, and now there were still people who dared to insult them like this.

Unless this bastard was caught and punished, it would be hard to rid their hearts of the hatred.

Seven or eight Guiyuan Pavilion disciples stormed out of the restaurant, shouting to go find Lu Chen and settle the score.

As soon as they walked out the door, they encountered several fellow disciples.

"Senior Brother Can Ling, Senior Brother Zhang Zheng, Senior Brother Wu Tianzong."

Can Ling, Cang Zhengchu's grandson.

As a cultivator, it is normal to have grandchildren only when one is two or three hundred years old.

Can Ling is over forty years old and is in the middle stage of foundation building, having reached the eighth level of the foundation building stage.

His talent is average, but he has a Nascent Soul stage grandfather.

With a Nascent Soul stage grandfather, everyone naturally thinks he is just a follower.

"What's going on?"

Can Ling saw everyone exiting angrily, "Didn't you say you came here to have a good meal?"

"What happened?"

As everyone discussed it, the three people with Can Ling's group learned what was going on.

Zhang Zheng was furious, "How dare a clown provoke us?"

"He must be taught a lesson."

Wu Tianzong was worried, "Is there any trap here?"

Can Ling smiled contemptuously and said dismissively, "Don't worry."

"If he were really that powerful, he wouldn't have left a note to piss us off."

"Even if there is a trap, with the three of us here, are you still worried?"

Can Ling, Zhang Zheng, and Wu Tianzong were all in the foundation building stage.

As long as they didn't encounter a Golden Elixir stage cultivator, the three of them could handle it together.

Even if the opponent was a little stronger than them.

Zhang Zheng nodded, "We still have these junior brothers. If we join forces, who can beat us?"

Some disciples shouted, "We must deal with him; otherwise, where will our face go?"

Facing Ji Yan, they had been helpless.

But they still didn't believe they couldn't deal with this unknown troublemaker.

"Yes, even if we don't kill him, we still need to make him remember who he messed with."

Seeing the incomparable anger of his junior brothers, Can Ling also nodded, "Those who dare to provoke us must be severely punished; otherwise, we will really think that the people in Guiyuan Pavilion are weak and easy to bully."

Can Ling's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

When it comes to hatred, he felt more than anyone else and was angrier than anyone else.

His grandfather's intervention not only failed to deal with Ji Yan but also allowed Ji Yan to shine.

He also realized the power of the sword's heart.

His grandfather had become a foil.

Whenever this incident was mentioned in the future, his grandfather would be the background for others to laugh at.

If he were in the Guiyuan Pavilion, he would have killed someone to vent his anger.

But this is the Qingyun Sect.

His grandfather was also suppressed by the Nascent Soul stage cultivator of the Qingyun Sect.

No matter how angry he was, he could only endure it.

He came out tonight to take some time to relax.

But he didn't expect anyone to dare to do this.

Then let his anger vent on that person.

"Come on, let's go see who is getting tired of living."

A group of Guiyuan Pavilion disciples, about ten people, headed out of the city in a mighty manner.

Lu Chen was busy here.

"I can't kill these disciples of Guiyuan Pavilion; I can only earn some interest first."

"Seven or eight people..."

Lu Chen muttered while preparing.

The people from Guiyuan Pavilion were bullying others too much today.

How could Lu Chen swallow this grievance?

"A sight-obscuring enchantment array, a spiritual sense-suppressing enchantment array, and an illusion array should be enough."

"Well, just to be on the safe side, let's add two more traps and let them suffer a little more."

But!

Lu Chen's expression changed, "They're coming so fast? I haven't set up the traps yet."

"And how many more people are there?"

"But that's fine; the more people, the better."

"Hey-hey."

Can Ling, Zhang Zheng, and Wu Tianzong arrived here with a group of Guiyuan Pavilion disciples.

They found that the place was empty and there was nothing.

Only!

"Senior Brother Can, look, there's a sign there."

"What's written on it?"

"Go over and have a look!"

"Everyone, be careful!"

When they approached the sign, they saw several big characters written on it.

"Guiyuan Pavilion, you idiots!"

Everyone in the Guiyuan Pavilion was furious, "Asshole!"

"Damn guy!"

"We were deceived, and our journey was in vain!"

One of the angry Guiyuan Pavilion disciples split the wooden sign in half, enraged.

However, as he struck down with his sword, a heavy fog suddenly rose around him.

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