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Jie Ke Nangong Miaomiao and Ye Qingxuan felt slightly surprised by this white-haired Taoist sitting in front of their table. Although there were many people who were familiar with each other in this world, people like this white-haired Taoist sitting in front of them were quite rare.

Moreover, after the white-haired Daoist sat down, he poured himself a cup of wine and started to taste it, as if Ye Qian and the others in front of him were nothing.

The white-haired Daoist's rude actions made Nangong Miaomiao extremely angry.

"I say, Little Taoist, didn't your elders tell you what etiquette is when you go out?"

Hearing Nangong Miaomiao's reprimand, the white-haired Taoist smiled: "Little girl, Poverty-stricken People has lived in this world for so many years and the family elders have all died. "Plus, a little girl like you doesn't seem to have the qualifications to teach Poverty-stricken People a lesson."

After speaking, the white-haired Daoist raised his head and gulped down another mouthful of wine.

Only then did the white-haired Daoist's gaze fall on Ye Qian's face: "Boy, you're Ye Qian, a kid with golden capital."

Hearing the white-haired Daoist's question, Ye Qian squinted his eyes and thought: "This Taoist really came for me?" He just didn't know who in the Land of Shanghai would have the face to invite a cultivator of the Sky Origin Stage to deal with him.

It had to be said that in the Mortal Realm, there were only a handful of people. Aside from those old guys in the Heaven Dao Hidden Sect, Ye Qian rarely met anyone in the Sky Origin Stage after walking for such a long period of time, even this cultivator that had just entered the Sky Origin Stage.

Following that Taoist's words, Ye Qian laughed and said, "Little Taoist, this little kid that's barely a thousand years old doesn't seem to have the qualifications to call me a kid."

The Daoist Priest was stunned and then laughed, "Interesting, interesting. Poverty-stricken People didn't leave the sect for so many years, I didn't expect to meet such an interesting fellow like you today."

As he spoke, the aura of the white-haired Daoist Priest skyrocketed, as if he wanted to use the power of his Sky Origin Stage to suppress Ye Qian.

"Ye Family brat, Shanghai is not a place for you to stay. If you don't, don't blame Poverty-stricken People for not giving that old fellow, Qian Ye, face. "

It was obvious that the white-haired cultivator in front of them still had some concerns towards Ancestor Qian Ye of Ye Family, so he only verbally warned Ye Qian and pressured Ye Qian's group of three, wanting them to retreat if they knew the difficulties they were in and leave Shanghai.

However, what this white-haired Daoist did not expect was that Ye Qian and the others seemed to be fine under the pressure of his Sky Origin Stage.

Nangong Miaomiao and Ye Qingxuan were still laughing, while Ye Qian was holding a glass of wine and was looking at the white-haired Taoist with a smile.

"How, how is this possible? Even if you are from capital, can you still withstand Poverty-stricken People's pressure? " At the same time, the Daoist priest continued to increase the pressure, as if to mobilize all of his Cultivation base.

Nangong Miaomiao rolled her eyes at the white-haired Taoist, "I say, Little Taoist, based on your cultivation, you haven't even passed the second stage of heavenly tribulation, right? "I really want to know how many years it has been since you've left the sect. As an Eastern Cultivator, there aren't many people who would dare to attack us right now?"

Nangong Miaomiao's words could be said to be confident, but it was also the truth.

It was indeed rare for the current Dongfang to dare to openly challenge Eastern Demon God. Even the Heaven's Enlightenment Great Monk and Kou Zhentian, the two buddhist leaders, did not have the guts to do so.

Ye Qian gently waved his hand and broke this white-haired Taoist's pressure. Then, a powerful spiritual energy enveloped this white-haired Taoist's body.

It had to be known that the suppression due to his cultivation and mental strength was not even the same concept. Back then, Ye Qian had used his terrifying mental strength to kill the Saint Fist Sect's Feng Yun without even moving. And now, the difference between the white-haired Daoist in front of Ye Qian and Feng Yun was like the difference between clouds and mud.

As long as Ye Qian was willing, he could make Ye Qian a cripple in minutes.

"Little Taoist, I see that your cultivation isn't easy, so quickly leave this place. If not, I will make my move. After a thousand years of cultivation, you will be destroyed. This is quite an unprofitable thing."

Facing Ye Qian's warning, the white-haired Daoist was no longer as arrogant as before. It was as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, but he could do nothing about it despite a thousand years of cultivation.

"You, you …"

The white haired Taoist was stuttering with his eyes wide open. However, he could not say a single word.

Ye Qian let out a light breath. The breath was like a hurricane when it landed on the white haired Taoist, directly blowing him to the ground.

After a few steps, how could the white-haired Daoist dare to resist? He hurriedly fled with his tail between his legs. This was because he knew that if he did not leave now, he would most likely die here.

However, before he went downstairs, the white-haired cultivator muttered to himself, "Damn it, Du Yueshen, you little bastard. Just what kind of perverted person did you provoke? You scared me to death, you scared me to death."

Looking at the white-haired Taoist's rolling figure, Nangong Miaomiao covered her mouth and laughed, "This world is truly funny. What kind of people would dare to come up and fight Big Tailed Wolves?"0

Ye Qingxuan also agreed, "That's right. He doesn't even know who he has provoked, yet he dares to run over here and act so arrogantly. He must be tired of living."

"Sunset, I don't get it. Why did you let this guy go? I'll just kill this kind of thing, it would be a disaster if I keep it."

The more Nangong Miaomiao thought about it, the angrier she became.

On the other hand, Ye Qian laughed as if no one else was there: "Some people are more useful to be kept alive than to be killed."

Seeing Ye Qian's smile, Nangong Miaomiao and Ye Qingxuan quickly looked at each other because they knew Ye Qian too well. Any time Ye Qian showed such a smile, it would definitely not be a good thing.

However, at the same time that such a farce happened in the restaurant with eight big bowls, the dark street was approaching in Shanghai. Li Zixiong and Xu Youming, the two local mogul from Shanghai, also had some trouble.

At this moment, in the darkness, a figure dressed in black was moving through the tall building. Their speed was not slower than the cars on the ground.

Li Zixiong and Xu Youming, who were sitting in the car, did not seem to notice the danger and approached him step by step.

It wasn't until groups of Eastern Land people wearing kimono and wooden clogs walked on the street from all directions and stopped Li Zixiong's and Xu Youming's carriages that the two discovered that something was amiss.

"Eastern Land, ronin?"

With a sigh of surprise, the two old fellows, Xu Youming and Li Zixiong, looked at each other. An inexplicable rage began to fill their hearts.

"That damnable Du Yuesheng, I won't forgive him."

Li Zixiong snorted angrily, then clenched his teeth. It looked like he was about to kill someone.

What was laughable is that Li Zixiong had lied in front of Ye Qian that he was assassinated by the Eastern Land people during the day, and now this assassination has come. Li Zixiong could only shake his head with a bitter smile: "Sigh, it seems that lying does have its retribution, especially in front of Young Master Ye."

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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