Tang Haoran followed for a while, and found that the withered yellow martial artist actually entered a bathing center, Nima, it seems that this cultivator also has seven emotions and six desires.

He quickly locked on to the other two warriors, inquired about the conversation between the two, and learned that they were going to the exchange conference, so he quietly followed.

Sure enough, about half an hour later, Tang Haoran followed the two of them to a quaint and atmospheric manor on the east coast of Haicheng.

"Wen Mansion!"

When he saw the two gilded characters carved on the white marble gate, Tang Haoran's heart moved, and he was in a groove, the exchange conference was actually held in the Wen family, no wonder that chick let him get into trouble to report the name of the Wen family, the Wen family is really good enough.

At the door stood four strong men with deep breaths, all embroidered with the golden word "Wen" on their chests, and they were strictly checking the various people who entered.

"Zhongzhou Ma family, Ma Dachang Ma Dasheng. ”

The two warriors who Tang Haoran followed all the way handed out the invitation sticker and self-registration number.

"It turned out to be the famous Northwest Ma family, please come in. ”

After verifying the invitation, one of the warriors of the Wen family said politely.

The Ma brothers nodded slightly and strode into the manor.

Tang Haoran was about to ask how to enter without an invitation, because he saw that in addition to the martial artists holding the invitations, there were also some wealthy people who did not have any cultivation to enter.

Suddenly, a little Taoist priest with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes ran in a panic, his long hair was messy and his robe was tattered, very embarrassed, and he muttered as he ran: "It's terrible, it's so fucking terrible, no wonder the master said that the woman under the mountain is a tiger, this woman is really more powerful than 10,000 tigers!"

"Zhang Xiaole, the eighty-ninth generation of Maoshan. ”

The little Taoist priest ran to the door and threw out an invitation.

"Please. ”

After a Wen family warrior examined it, he said a short word.

"Wait. ”

The little Taoist priest was running towards the manor, and a shout sounded behind him.

"Are you Zhang Xiaole?"

Tang Haoran asked.

"You are?"

Zhang Xiaole looked back and saw that it was a young man about the same size as himself, and after being stunned for a moment, he suddenly smiled and said: "Haha, you must be the Tang Haoran that my master said, what a coincidence." ”

Zhang Xiaole said, secretly looking at Tang Haoran, he is the leader of the young generation in Maoshan, but listening to the tone of the master, the young man in front of him wants to dump him for eighteen streets, he is not convinced in his heart, and he always feels that the master is exaggerating, so he wants to see what is so magical about this young man.

What disappointed him was that in addition to finding that Tang Haoran had a face that was no less than him, he really couldn't see what a powerful character he was.

"yes, that's a coincidence. ”

Tang Haoran also looked at Zhang Xiaole slightly, and found that this kid's roots were not bad, but his martial arts cultivation was a bit rubbish.

"I have long heard that the master praised Brother Tang to the sky, and when I saw it today, Brother Tang is really brilliant, let's go first and have a good chat." ”

Zhang Xiaole glanced back nervously, as if he was afraid of being caught up by someone.

Tang Haoran smiled and nodded.

"Where's your invitation?"

The Wen family warriors guarding the door stopped Tang Haoran.

"I didn't ask for a post, can't I come with him?"

Tang Haoran pointed at Zhang Xiaole, and Zhang Xiaole hurriedly guaranteed: "He is our honored guest in Maoshan, I can guarantee him." ”

"No, you have to have an invitation to enter, or a special pass. ”

The Wen family warrior said categorically.

"What is a special pass?" Tang Haoran asked.

"Boy, since you don't have a post and don't have a certificate, why do you ask so much?"

One of the Wen family warriors said impatiently, and then pointed to a huge stone lion at the door: "If you can move this stone lion to the other side of the gate, you can also go in." ”

The stone lion is three meters high, carved from a single piece of white marble boulder, and weighs 1,000 catties. It is difficult for an ordinary martial artist to even move a little, let alone move a distance of four or five meters.

"Representatives of Qingcheng came to pay a visit. ”

At this moment, a group of people dressed in brand-new Taoist uniforms strode over, two of them were middle-aged elders of Qingcheng who led the team, and four young people were the four masters of Qingcheng who were quite famous in the cultivation world.

"Yo, isn't this the first person in Maoshan who is known as the young generation, Zhang Xiaole, who touched his crotch in the last exchange conference competition?

The head of the four heroes of Qingcheng, named Fang Mingzhen, was full of arrogance, and his breath was unusually deep, he glanced at Tang Haoran with disdain, and finally, his contemptuous gaze fell on Zhang Xiaole, haha teased.

His three young brothers also laughed along.

Qingcheng and Maoshan don't like each other, and he and Zhang Xiaole are the leaders of the younger generation of the two major sects, so these two people are also secretly competitive.

"I'm sorry, my brother has an invitation, so I don't need to work hard. It's you, if you don't follow the elders, it's no wonder that you can get in. ”

Zhang Xiaole rolled his eyes and said mockingly.

Touching the crotch of his pants, what kind of stalk is this? Tang Haoran was a little puzzled, how could he look more and more dirty the little Taoist priest now.

"Hehe, no nonsense. ”

Fang Ming was really hot-tempered, and he didn't talk nonsense, he walked directly to the stone lion, pulled up his robe, bent down and spread his arms, hugged the base of the stone lion, and used his skills, and with a loud shout, a thousand catties of stone lions rose from the ground.

Due to excessive force, his face was a little hideous, but he still steadily moved the stone lion to the other side.

"Good!"

Several young disciples in Qingcheng applauded.

"It's your turn. ”

Fang Mingzhen clapped his hands and said coldly.

"Phew. ”

Zhang Xiaole spit two mouthfuls of spit on the palm of his hand, walked to the stone lion, and with a tiger shout, his handsome little face was completely deformed, and he barely picked up the stone lion, his steps were vain, and when he hugged it to the other side, he was already tired and out of breath.

The two of them made a judgment.

Fang Ming's cultivation was obviously higher.

"It seems that you Maoshan is really no one, can you still be called the first person with such garbage?"

Fang Mingzhen and the others laughed.

"Cut, don't you just have brute force, what's there to be proud of? We have a Taoist method, and we have always paid attention to the Taoist method, if it is compared to the Taoist method, my brother will kill you in seconds. ”

Although Zhang Xiaole lost, he didn't care at all.

"Okay, then let's compare the Daofa. ”

Fang Mingzhen said coldly. He couldn't see his opponent pretending to be forced, but he didn't expect this product to lose, and the cooked duck had a hard mouth.

"Okay, Mingzhen. An elder in Qingcheng stopped him and smiled at Zhang Xiaole and asked, "Xiaole Xian, why didn't your master come?"

"Hello Uncle Fang, my master has traveled all over the world to slay demons and eliminate demons. Zhang Xiaole changed his lazy appearance, saluted respectfully, and said with a serious face.

The middle-aged elder known as Uncle Fang nodded, didn't say anything more, and led the team into the manor.

Fang Mingzhen was at the end, and threatened Zhang Xiaole softly: "Xiaole, you'd better pray that you don't run into me during the ring competition, otherwise, I will let you see what the real Dao is." With that, he strode away with a contemptuous smile.

"I'm pretending to be a coercive, Lao Tzu has a thunderbolt so that your parents don't know you!"

Zhang Xiaole spat at the mouth, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, turned around and asked Tang Haoran: "Brother Tang, the garbage in Qingcheng is like this, there is no one in your eyes, by the way, can you move this stone lion?" Why don't I call the master and ask the old man to accommodate the Lu family?"

"No need, isn't it just a stone lion. ”

Tang Haoran smiled faintly.

"Heh, it's still a stone lion, look at your ...... with fine skin and tender meat"

A martial artist of the Lu family sneered and did not finish his words.

I saw Tang Haoran raise his foot and kick at the stone lion, with a dull sound, the stone lion quickly slid to the other side of the gate, leaving a shocking mark on the marble floor.