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Chapter 1140: Young Master Lan Kwai Fong

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"Huh, I'm talking to your sister, when will it be your turn to interrupt, this good-for-nothing?"

Yu Haochen looked at Lu Wuji with contempt.

Although Lu Wuji's cultivation level was good and he had the third level of Taoist cultivation level, in Yu Haochen's eyes, he was just a loser.

Because Yu Haochen is similar in age to Lu Wuji, his cultivation has reached the seventh level of Tao Master.

He is also qualified to say that Lu Wuji is a loser.

"Hmph, even a fool has the right to say that I am a loser. If I had as many training resources as you, I would have thrown you away a long time ago!"

Lu Wuji looked at Yu Haochen with an indifferent expression.

They are all people in this circle. Although Yu Haochen is very impressive in front of them, among his peers in the Yu family, Yu Haochen is the bottom loser.

In the Yu family, those who have the same training conditions as Yu Haochen, or even a little worse than Yu Haochen, have higher cultivation levels than Yu Haochen.

In the Yu family, many people of the same age as Yu Haochen have reached the Tao Lord level.

This is the background of the top big families. Their younger generation of strong men are in their twenties, and there are a lot of strong Dao Lords.

In the Southern Region, Xuanjian Sect, the Taoist Master Qingxuan with the highest level of cultivation is only at the ninth level of Taoist Master.

Fortunately, they have been practicing hard all their lives, but they are not as good as the disciples from these top aristocratic families who have been practicing easily for more than ten years.

This is fate, it is inherently unfair.

"Hey, we haven't seen you for a few days, and your temper has gotten a lot worse. Are you feeling itchy?"

Yu Haochen stared at Lu Wuji, and a cold murderous intent came out of his body, immediately covering Lu Wuji.

Under the pressure of Yu Haochen's momentum, Lu Wuji couldn't help but take a step back. After all, his cultivation level was much lower than that of Yu Haochen.

"Yu Haochen, if you dare to take action, I will destroy you!"

Lu Wushuang also exuded a cold aura and locked onto Yu Haochen.

Although Yu Haochen's cultivation level is higher than that of Lu Wuji, Lu Wushuang's cultivation level is higher than that of Hu Haochen.

Lu Wushuang's current cultivation level is at the ninth level of Tao Master.

Moreover, Lu Wushuang was practicing cold-type techniques. Even Yu Haochen couldn't bear the coldness emanating from her body at this moment.

Yu Haochen looked up at Lu Wushuang, gritted his teeth and sneered:

"Lu Wushuang, my grandfather is the elder of the Yu family, and my brother is the holy son of the Yu family. If you dare to touch me, neither my grandfather nor my brother will let you go. Even your family will be implicated!"

"So what? Even if your grandfather and your brother kill me then, they can't take your life back!"

Lu Wushuang looked at Yu Haochen with an indifferent expression.

"you……"

Yu Haochen stared at Lu Wushuang, gritting his teeth in anger.

Lu Wushuang was right. No matter how his grandfather took revenge on Lu Wushuang afterwards, it was only after Lu Wushuang killed him.

"What happened?"

At this moment, a clear voice came from behind the screen wall.

Everyone looked up and saw a young man wearing a light blue brocade robe and two followers walking out from behind the screen wall.

"Brother Jiang!"

After seeing the man in blue, even Yu Haochen, who was very arrogant just now, immediately became polite.

This man in blue is named Jiang Rui, and he is the young master of Lan Kwai Fong.

Jiang Rui's own cultivation has reached the third level of Dao Lord, and he is a genius. Moreover, the strength of the Jiang family behind him is far beyond that of the power behind Yu Haochen.

Although Yu Haochen is a disciple of the Yu family, his status in the Yu family is not high.

Yu Haochen's grandfather was just the Taoist ancestor of the seventh heaven.

If he gets into trouble outside, grandpa won't always come out to help him.

So he also knows who should be provoked and who should not be provoked.

This Jiang Rui is considered to be the top group among the disciples of the aristocratic families in Tianwu Holy City.

No matter where such a person goes, everyone will respect him.

"Hey, Miss Wushuang is here too!"

When Jiang Rui saw Lu Wushuang, his eyes lit up slightly and he immediately greeted Lu Wushuang with a smile.

Lu Wushuang also nodded slightly to Jiang Rui in return.

"Haochen, why did you guys get into trouble with Miss Wushuang?"

Jiang Rui looked at Yu Haochen, with a hint of blame in his tone.

"Brother Jiang, you misunderstood. I was just joking with Miss Wushuang. I just heard this guy say that the artistic conception of your Lan Guibi is just ordinary. I feel sorry for you, Brother Jiang. Who knew that Miss Wushuang was actually protecting this guy?"

Boy!"

Yu Haochen said with a smile.

He knew that Jiang Rui had a crush on Lu Wushuang and was still pursuing Lu Wushuang. Now he pushed Ling Feng out and said that Lu Wushuang wanted to protect Ling Feng. It was clear that he wanted to embarrass Ling Feng.

"Yeah?"

After listening to Yu Haochen's words, Jiang Rui's eyes narrowed slightly, and two cold gleams immediately flashed in his eyes.

He does like Lu Wushuang and is also pursuing Lu Wushuang.

At this moment, when he heard that Lu Wushuang was standing up for others, he immediately felt unhappy.

After hearing what Yu Haochen said, Lu Wushuang's expression also changed slightly, and she secretly thought it was bad.

Lu Wushuang also knew that Jiang Rui liked her, but she didn't like this Jiang Rui.

She was afraid that Jiang Rui would hurt Ling Feng by treating Ling Feng as a love rival.

Jiang Rui's eyes fell on Ling Feng and asked with a smile: "Sir, our Lan Gui wall is an eighth-grade painted wall. Its artistic conception is so high that it has been praised by many masters.

, but you dare to say that the artistic conception of our Lan Kwai Wall is average, do you have any objections to our Lan Kwai Fong?"

Ling Feng looked up at Jiang Rui. He already felt a hint of hostility in Jiang Rui.

He said lightly: "I have never met you, and I have never been to Lan Kwai Fong. This is the first time I have seen your Lan Kwai Wall. Although your Lan Kwai Wall has a good artistic conception, in my eyes, it can only be...

It’s just average, I’m not targeting your Lan Guibi!”

"So, sir, have you ever seen a better screen wall than our Lan Gui wall?"

Jiang Rui looked at Ling Feng, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Master Jiang Rui, are you sure that your Lan Gui wall is the best screen wall in the world?"

Ling Feng looked at Jiang Rui, with a sneer appearing on the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Rui's eyes narrowed slightly. Naturally, he could not guarantee that their Lan Gui wall was the best screen wall in the world. Even the screen wall in their Taixuan Palace was not necessarily the best in the world.

But in this world, it is indeed difficult to find a screen wall with a better artistic conception than this Lan Gui wall.

Now he has regarded Ling Feng as his enemy. All this has nothing to do with Lan Guibi, but with Lu Wushuang.

Jiang Rui stared at Ling Feng, and then said in a deep voice: "Please leave now, you are not welcome in Lan Kwai Fong!"
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