Godly Conceited Son-in-law

Guan Yang looked over. Although this man was over 50 years old and his hair was white, he didn't look that old at all.    

Right at this moment, Guan Yang's gaze suddenly stopped on his tightly clenched fists.    

If the spiritual energy was dark green, then it meant that he had at least reached the Creation stage.    

Who exactly was this man?    

While Guan Yang was still in doubt, Xuan Mengxue suddenly opened the door and walked out. Pushing aside the crowd of onlookers, he walked in.    

When she saw the scene on the ground, she could not help but feel disgusted. He turned his head to the side and his gaze landed on Guan Yang, who was standing next to the brain.    

Suddenly startled, Xuan Mengxue frowned and let out a helpless sigh.    

"Snowy, what's going on?" Seeing Xuan Mengxue, the Xuanji scholar suppressed his anger and asked in a low voice.    

Without waiting for Xuan Mengxue to speak, He Tianlong who had fallen to the side stood up using a chair to prop himself up. Pointing at Mystic One beside Guan Yang, he rushed to answer.    

"Patriarch Xuan, it was that old man who did it!"    

The Xuanmin merely glanced at He Tianlong, and after seeing who the speaker was clearly, he revealed a look of disdain.    

It was actually this good-for-nothing!    

Afterwards, he looked in the direction He Tianlong's finger was pointing. The Mystic One had a complacent look on her face and was stroking her beard with both hands while shaking her legs.    

Afterwards, his gaze stopped at Guan Yang.    

This boy.    

The spiritual qi coming out of his body was so strong!    

His appearance was majestic and imposing. Coupled with his bright and spirited eyes, it would cause anyone who saw him to feel a jolt in their heart.    

As he slowly walked in front of the three, his aura did not diminish at all. His black eyes burned with the flames of anger as he stared fixedly at Mystic One.    

"You did all this?"    

Mystic One pursed her lips into a smile.    

"Hehe, we are all just a bunch of useless trash. Before I can even warm up, they have already fallen."    

In front of his master, he said that his subordinates were a bunch of trash. One could imagine how dark the face of the Xuan Ju Xiu was.    

If there were no other guests around, perhaps he would have already made his move and personally torn Mystic One into pieces.    

"Who are you? Why did you come here!? " The Xuan Confucian Scholar sternly berated.    

Before Xuan Mengxue could stop him, Guan Yang had already introduced himself.    

"Patriarch Xuan, I am the crazy Guan Yang."    

Hearing this, the scholar was taken aback. His expression immediately darkened as his gaze fell on Guan Yang.    

"Mad Gate, great!"    

Before he finished his sentence, he had already left with his hands behind his back.    

As Xuan Meng Xue watched the fading figure leave, her face was filled with regret.    

"Guan Yang, you … Why don't you just say it properly! "    

Guan Yang's eyes narrowed, his eyebrows raised, and his face revealed a look of disdain. He snorted, "Ever since I was born, I've been talking like this!"    

"But you can't... Sigh, forget it! "    

Xuan Mengxue helplessly shook her head as she looked at Guan Yang's wild and untamed attitude. She lowered her head and sighed.    

At this moment, Xuan Ju suddenly turned his head, his eyes like ice.    

"Little Snow, come back quickly!"    

Xuan Mengxue looked at her father, and then looked at Guan Yang. In the end, she could only head towards her father.    

"..."    

After the farce, there were waiters cleaning up the hall.    

Guan Yang, who looked relaxed, sat on a chair at the side. He squinted his eyes and looked at the girls' butts coming and going with an evil smile on his face.    

"This is plump enough, the feeling should be very good, right? This was simply an S-shaped curve, perfect! Uh, this one has no butt, so it's boring! "This …"    

When Guan Yang's mind was working non-stop, Guan Jiu, who was standing behind him, suddenly bent down.    

"Young master, I have already observed that the toilet area has a fire escape route, and there is no one guarding it. "If something really happens in a bit, you can escape from that place …"    

Before Guan Jiu could finish, Guan Yang raised his hand to interrupt her.    

As far as Guan Yang could see, at the entrance of the hall, a dozen bodyguards dressed in black were walking in front, followed by a few smiling and greeting elders.    

The seven Patriarchs of the seven great sects had finally arrived!    

Because it was a real restaurant in the Xuan family, the first to walk was the Xuan master of the Xuan family, the rest were the Wang family's patriarch Wang Defu and the Shen family's patriarch Shen Wan; then came the Gongsun family's patriarch Sun Ce, the He family's patriarch He Zhizhang, the Zhao family's patriarch Zhao Decai, and the Sun family's patriarch Sun Wanli.    

The seven Patriarchs of the Seven Great Clans could be considered to be great figures in Su Hang's Martial Arts Class.    

Watching these Patriarchs head towards the meeting room, Guan Yang couldn't help but reveal a meaningful smile.    

He tilted his head and whispered to his Master Mystic One, "You old fogey, can you see the strength of those few men just now?"    

Mystic One rolled her eyes at Guan Yang in annoyance. She lowered her head and thought for a moment before replying with a serious face, "Of these seven people, aside from the large belly of the Mediterranean, which can be seen to be at the late stage of the Profound Opening Realm, I can't see any of the other six!"    

Guan Yang narrowed his eyes. His eyes turned cold as he said, "That's because your realm is not high enough. Among the remaining six people, the one with the weakest cultivation base has already reached the early stage of the Creation stage!"    

Hearing these words, it was said that a punch was directed at Guan Yang's lower abdomen. Unprepared, Guan Yang instantly felt an excruciating pain spread from his lower abdomen to his entire body.    

"F * ck, you old bastard, there's something wrong with hitting me!"    

Mystic One snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "I hit you because you, this stinking brat, don't know your manners. How dare you use your master as a joke? Also, you are not allowed to call me an old fogey in the future, did you hear that? "    

Guan Yang held his stomach and looked at him with a black face, his teeth chattering.    

You old fogey, if it weren't for me thinking about old times relationship and seeing that you're my master, I would have already beat you to the ground with a punch.    

After the seven Patriarchs of the seven great sects entered the meeting room, Guan Yang waved to Guan Jiu and Mystic One who were behind him, also heading towards the meeting room.    

He passed the invitation to the guard at the door and broke into the room.    

Seeing someone push open the door, the previously noisy meeting room instantly fell silent and quietened down.    

The person sitting at the very front was naturally the host, the Xuanji Scholar. He was smiling from ear to ear, but his eyes could not conceal the sinister look in his eyes.    

He stood up and introduced the sect leaders around him with excitement.    

"Everyone, be careful. This is the Sect Leader of the Rising Sun Martial School, Guan Yang!" Everyone, please give us a round of applause! "    

This introduction was enough to give him face. The several masters on the seats all revealed expressions of joy as they clapped while staring at Guan Yang.    

Although there was a smile on Guan Yang's face, he was very clear on what was going on in his heart. Although the few old fellows in front of him were laughing and joking, it was unknown what kind of tricks they were playing behind the scenes!    

In the world of adults, there was no such thing as' simple '!