Godly Conceited Son-in-law

When the petite boy heard Guan Yang's words and saw him beat these people to the ground, a hint of confusion flashed across his eyes. He felt that this was the first time his faith had been shaken.    

    

However, he quickly shook his head and firmly said, "Martial power can only subdue their bodies, but knowledge can change their violent nature. Everything is unfair and not something that can be changed with just punches and kicks."    

    

"Are you a Tang monk?" Guan Yang helplessly said, "I don't want to change anything. The law of the jungle is the basic tenor of this society. No one can change it. I admire your ideas, but I think you've been reading for a long time. "    

    

The petite boy lowered his head in contemplation. Guan Yang forced a smile and said, "You're still not leaving? When the helpers from the Wild Gate come, you won't be able to leave even if you wanted to. If they really start fighting, I won't have the energy to protect you. "    

    

Unexpectedly, that kid smiled lightly. "I'm not leaving. I want to see how you're going to teach Violent Sect a lesson. Forgive me for speaking bluntly, but it is meaningless to continue developing such a sect. When Young Master Kuang is around, there is still some meaning. Once Young Master Kuang leaves, they will become the same type of trash as the Crimson Tiger Hall and the Tidal Gang. It was said that they were sects of martial arts in the secular world. How many martial artists were there? He said that he would build a career in the secular world and do all sorts of bullying and bullying? "What a pity."    

    

When Guan Yang heard this, he was stunned for a moment before bursting out in laughter.    

    

What an interesting fellow.    

    

He winked at the boy. "Look, I really don't think much of Madmen."    

    

Under the tree beside them, the girl was infuriated by the conversation between the two. She wanted to kill Guan Yang immediately, but the power that he had displayed was too astonishing. She didn't dare to act rashly.    

    

Soon, the reinforcements she had brought with her had arrived. Nearly thirty to forty members of the mad school rushed over from all directions, gathering into a group.    

    

The girl whispered to one of the tall youth. Then, that boy turned around and looked at Guan Yang, his eyes filled with ill intent.    

    

Guan Yang shrugged and asked, "Who here can speak for the Madman's Gate?"    

    

Who could speak for Madman?    

    

No one dared to step forward.    

    

Represents a berserk sect? Aside from the young master Kuang, who disappeared for three years mysteriously, there were no more than three people who dared to say that they represented the Kuang family.    

    

The other was Hall Master Huo Le, who had contributed greatly to the Mad Gate in the past three years. He was the spokesperson of the White Team, so he could naturally speak for the Mad Gate.    

    

There was also the recent rise of the trend, known as the "Young Marshal" of the Red Group chatterbox Li Qiancang.    

    

Other than these two, the only other person who barely had the qualification was the 'White Phoenix' of the black group. However, this woman was too mysterious. Let alone outsiders, even within the berserk sect, those who had seen her did not even bat an eye.    

    

"Tsk tsk, this crazy family has really disappointed me." Guan Yang helplessly smiled and turned his head to look at that skinny boy, "You're right, there's no point in going crazy like this. I overestimated them."    

    

While Guan Yang was confronting these people, on the rooftop of a certain teaching building, a man and a woman were holding onto a railing, quietly looking down at him.    

    

"He's Young Master Kuang?" the man asked. He was plain, with a playful smile at the corners of his mouth, but he was a very pleasant type, and the more he looked at him the more interesting he became.    

    

"It's him. I've collected a lot of information about him." The woman said, "Believe me, with your current strength, fighting him means certain death."    

    

The two of them looked at each other for a long time before they could not help but start talking. However, this exchange seemed to have a tacit understanding. Guan Yang suddenly turned his head and looked towards the Sky Platform.    

    

With just a single glance, the man felt as if he had fallen into an icehouse. He actually retreated half a step!    

    

"I'm not lying to you, right?" The woman looked at the man and shrugged.    

    

Actually, her own back was also sweating …    

    

In the end, Guan Yang did not act. He helped up the skinny boy and swaggered out of the encirclement, because the tall youth called by the girl received a phone call. After hearing the call, he looked at Guan Yang in confusion and waved his hand to release him.    

    

The girl was clearly dissatisfied with this result. She pouted her lips and glared at Guan Yang's back.    

    

Arriving at the library, Guan Yang asked the skinny boy, "Why are they making things difficult for you? You don't seem like the kind of person who would cause trouble, do you? "    

    

The boy said: "I said some crazy bad things in school, but they were the truth. Currently, the core of the several sects were all satisfied with their current situation, intoxicated with the fruits of their victory. They were only short-sighted. However, these words somehow reached the ears of Madman. "    

    

Guan Yang's eyebrows rose as he said, "I'd like to hear your opinion of the Gate of Wild. Do you think they're short-sighted? Do you have any suggestions?"    

    

"Forget it." The boy waved his hand, "Those thoughts of mine can only be used on Mad Young Master Guan Yang."    

    

Saying this, he let out an aged sigh. Feeling slightly disappointed, he walked to the front of a row of bookshelves, reaching his hand out and taking out a General Administration book.    

    

Such a person wouldn't live long.    

    

As he stared at the thin back of Li Xiaonian, he suddenly thought of Li Xiaonian, who was hurt by his feelings. Persisting for love, persevering for ideals, these were all kinds of perseverance, and this kind of perseverance caused them to be at odds with some rules.    

    

The power of the laws is strong. If you don't obey it, it will eliminate you.    

    

For example, martial arts cultivators or sects had a strict hierarchy system. However, those who mastered these rules wouldn't reveal it to the world.    

    

For example, the Celestial Sect of Wonders or Mystic One.    

    

If this unknown sect, and this master who seemed to have wasted his time, were known by others to be the top sect and people in the world of martial arts, what kind of influence would it have? Was his master still able to continue living freely?    

    

"I don't have any objections to martial arts sects." The petite boy held the book and said to himself while facing Guan Yang, "Whether it is a martial arts sect that has transcended the mortal world or a secular sect, there must be a reason for its existence. The martial arts world had existed since ancient times. There was a saying that wherever there were people, there would be martial arts world. "In that case, even if martial arts do not exist in this world, the martial arts world will still exist, but in a different form."    

    

The petite boy continued, "Actually, I don't mind telling you what I think, because even if he sees Young Master Kuang, he might not be able to listen to it."    

    

Guan Yang nodded, "I would like to hear more about it."    

    

The boy said: "This is a world of martial arts, but it is also an era of martial arts around the world. There are sects everywhere, both Chinese and foreign. If I had to say, the Wild Gate can look for a way to develop, and they can focus on defending themselves against foreign forces. You know, some of the international sects are pretty wild. For example, the Western Brotherhood, Sacred Armed Forces, Dongyang Ninja Family, Yin-Yang Association, and so on. If the Madmen are able to shoulder the responsibility of resisting their interference, they will definitely grow stronger and stronger. One day, they might even be able to stand at the peak of the mortal world. "    

    

Guan Yang: "…"    

    

Wonderful!    

    

These words were a reminder to the dreamer!    

    

At this moment, with the help of the boy's advice, a brilliant idea began to take shape in Guan Yang's mind.    

    

"… …"    

    

Leaving the library, Guan Yang walked out of the campus.    

    

Logically speaking, he still had a year of lessons, but since he had already decided to choose a new school for his research, it didn't really matter whether he listened to it or not.    

    

As he thought of the thin boy's words, he aimlessly strolled along the street. When he raised his eyes, he saw an exquisite flower shop.    

    

The front of the florist's shop was filled with all kinds of flowers. A woman was bent over, buried in the flowers, pruning the leaves.    

    

As if feeling the gaze behind her, she straightened her back, wiped the sweat off her forehead, and looked back.    

    

The fragrance of the flowers was even brighter than the flowers surrounding them. It was as though a red peony had suddenly stuck out of a pile of chrysanthemums.    

    

Guan Yang took off his gold-rimmed glasses, revealing a sincere smile.    

    

"It's you."