Chapter Seventy-Two: The Cowhide King?

The reception hall of the Yan clan became lively for a while, and even the people who were probing their brains at the door outside the hall couldn't help but prick their ears.

In fact, Yan Tiancang on the side had already planned it, and when he heard that Lin Cheng had just started for more than two years, he estimated that his cultivation would not be very high, and it would be great to practice qi at the third or fourth level.

As soon as Lin Cheng opened his mouth, he immediately comforted and encouraged him, and then took a little spirit stone pill and gave it to Lin Cheng for investment, if he was successful in cultivating in the future, he would be able to take care of the Yan family to some extent, wouldn't he?

It's just a pity that Yan Tiancang, who crackled his abacus, didn't know what a terrifying demon he was about to face......

Looking at the people of the Yan family who were all coaxing, Lin Cheng, who didn't want to be high-profile, had to silently glance at Yan Ruxing in the last seat, and thought to himself, anyway, they themselves strongly asked to be hit, but it was not what he wanted to say!

In hundreds of pairs of expectant eyes, Lin Cheng grinned and said slowly: "Lin Cheng's talent is low, he has been in the Xiaoyao Pavilion for more than two years, and the day before yesterday he was only able to break through the ninth layer of Qi training, I am really ashamed, ashamed!"

"Poof!" The tea soup that Yan Ruxing had just drunk spurted out instantly, but fortunately no one noticed him this time, and everyone was looking at Lin Cheng intently.

Yan Tiancang, who was on the side, immediately echoed after hearing this: "It turns out that he has only practiced the ninth layer of qi, it doesn't matter, it will naturally be ...... in two years Worthy... Virtuous nephew!!You... What do you say? Nine layers of Qi training?!"

Yan Tiancang suddenly trembled with excitement, and pressed down the armrest of the precious nanmu chair holding his right palm to a palm print an inch deep!

And there was also a sudden sound of gasping under the hall, and even a bearded man sitting on the fifth seat below Lin Cheng fell to the ground with a "bang" because he was too frightened.

The hundreds of family members eavesdropping outside the hall were also inexplicably silent.

Just when the atmosphere in the hall was getting weirder, everyone's faces were changing.

The bearded man who had just fallen suddenly stood up with a slam on the ground and shouted loudly and rudely: "Impossible, how can there be a demon who has cultivated to the peak of qi cultivation in less than three years? I Yan Lao Wu have been traveling from south to north for so many years, and I have never seen any genius? But I really have never heard of a genius who is preparing to build a foundation before he arrives in the past three years! I don't believe it, you must be fooling us!"

"Bastard! How can you speak? Lin Xian's nephew is the guest of my Yan family! How can I allow you to be so presumptuous? I will punish you for half a year and quickly give me a retreat!"

Seeing Yan Tiancang stand up and scold Yan Lao Wu angrily, Lin Cheng laughed secretly in his heart.

This Yan Lao Wu Lin Cheng just took a look, exchanged a few words of greeting, and also solved some calculations, knowing that he was the fifth uncle of Yan Ruxing's brothers and sisters, or the kind of kiss!

He is rude and straightforward, but he is obsessed with cultivation and has never married a wife, and now he is also one of the pillars of the five Qi cultivation nine layers of the Yan family!

This Yan Tiancang looked like he was punishing Yan Lao Wu on the surface, but Lin Cheng clearly knew that now hundreds of people up and down the Yan family regarded him as a liar who loved to brag, of course, the guy hiding in the last seat with a flushed face didn't count!

"I just don't believe it! The head of the family, you don't want to pull me, my Yan Lao Wu is a straightforward person! If something comes out, it doesn't mean to target anyone, besides, who will believe it? Don't you think we are all fools?"

Yan Lao Wu raised his head and said with a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

"Yes, yes, what the fifth said is reasonable, doesn't this doll surnamed Lin treat us all as fools?"

"Who knows, but I don't believe it anyway, it's only been less than three years of cultivation to break through the foundation, it's really a fantasy!"

"It makes sense, it makes sense!"

"It's a shame that I see that he has a dignified face, and he is a tall foot in the Easy Pavilion, and he still wants to let my family Mei'er get close to him!

"I didn't expect you to have such an idea!"

"Aha, just kidding, just kidding!"

Looking at the people who were all disdainful and discussing, Yan Tiancang just wanted to shout to stop it, but there was a sudden melodious female voice as crisp as a silver bell outside the hall: "You don't believe it, I believe it!"

"Whoa!"

Everyone immediately turned their eyes to the door, and saw a girl in a white dress walking from outside the hall to the hall, but her pretty face was covered with a layer of frost, which made people feel a little difficult to approach.

Not far behind the girl was followed by a mature woman who looked a little like her.

The girl and the woman are naturally Yan's mother and Yan Rumeng's mother.

"Aha, what does Xiao Meng'er mean by this?"

If someone else dares to contradict him like this, he can't say that Yan Lao Wu will let them taste his Overlord Divine Sword!

It's just that it was Yan Rumeng who spoke, he was obsessed with cultivation all his life and had no children, and he always regarded a son and a daughter of his eldest brother's family as his own children, so he couldn't lose his temper with Yan Rumeng, and he couldn't lose his temper, so he could only ask with a smile.

Everyone also looked at Yan Rumeng, who was standing in the hall with a frown, and didn't know what this little girl meant by suddenly running out of such a sentence.

At this time, Yan's mother, who was lagging behind, finally followed, and she held Yan Rumeng's arm helplessly and said softly: "You asked your father to go to dinner, why did you still contradict your fifth uncle?

"Mother, I didn't say anything wrong, why should I apologize? I heard it outside just now, and everyone doesn't believe that Brother Lin Cheng is a cultivator of the ninth level of Qi cultivation! But I believe it, and my brother also believes it! Brother, do you say it?" Yan Rumeng said and pulled Yan Ruxing, who was watching the play and snickering, into the water.

"Ah, ahem, ahem, well, I believe it too. Yan Ruxing, who was taken aback, immediately coughed and said.

"Dad, mother, uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters, you also heard it, Brother Lin Cheng, he didn't lie to you, my brother and I both know!"

Yan Rumeng tried to convince everyone.

It's just that Yan Lao Wu shook his head lightly and pointed at Lin Cheng, who was expressionless on the upper seat, and said loudly: "Little Meng'er, I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup this cowhide king has poured into you?

After Yan Lao Wu finished speaking, he turned to Lin Cheng and glared angrily: "I, Yan Lao Wu, am the most unsightly person in my life to brag nonsense in front of me, surnamed Lin, didn't you say that you have practiced Qi at the ninth level? In this case, if you can block my three swords, you will admit that you do have strength and are a demonic genius who is not born in the world! I, Yan Lao Wu, consider myself unlucky to kill Ren and chop without saying anything! If you can't stop it, hum! Please get out of the Yan family in a hurry, and don't want to swagger and deceive in front of my eyes! How? Do you dare to fight?"

"Dare to fight, dare to fight, dare to fight......!!"

Yan Lao Wu's voice of declaring war echoed in the huge living room, and hundreds of people in and outside the hall once again all looked at Lin Cheng, who tilted his head slightly and never said a word from beginning to end.