Both Han Yang and Li Chunqiu, in the final analysis, are only at the second level of Emperor Martial Arts. What qualifications do they have to talk about harming Xingxiu Mountain?

After all, there are several Martial Ancestors sitting on Xingxiu Mountain, including many Martial Ancestors and Martial Lords.

But one dares to say so.

The other one happened to take it seriously.

"Did you recognize me?"

Li Chunqiu felt a little incredible.

He thought that he was disguised so well that even the ancestors on the mountain could not see through his identity.

How could a young Realm Master who had just ascended recognize himself?

Han Yang said calmly: "I don't know you, but I know that the person who left the words on your fan is not an ordinary person! He must be a first-class saint."

At this time, Li Chunqiu had nothing to say.

He subconsciously put away the folding fan, shook his head and sighed: "I didn't expect that I would be exposed for many years because of a folding fan..."

At this point, the smile slowly disappeared on his face: "There's just one thing that makes me a little confused..."

Han Yang drank his tea and said calmly: "Ask."

Li Chunqiu's eyes grew colder and he lowered his voice and said, "Aren't you afraid that if you expose my identity outright... you won't be able to leave this Linshan Tea House alive?"

As if to confirm his words, a round of terrifying pressure descended from all sides of the void.

Three figures walked out slowly along several corners of the teahouse.
Chapter completed!