Godly Conceited Son-in-law

Yesterday, the Old Ancestor had mentioned that his master, Daoist Master Xuan Yi, was at the middle stage of the Nascent Profound Realm. In just a day's time, he had already reached the same level as his master.    

If he wanted to surpass his master, that was just around the corner!    

Looking at Guan Yang with squinted eyes, his face revealed an unconcealable joy and confusion. To the side, the elder also stroked his white beard and laughed loudly: "Haha, Young Master Guan, you don't have to doubt this old man's judgement. You have indeed reached the Tongxuan realm. The white sky that you mentioned just now, is a space of self-consciousness that you created using the power of Profound Opening! "    

"The power of Profound Opening?" "Space of consciousness?"    

The ancestor nodded and sat on a chair to the side.    

"Every Spirit Cultivator that breaks through to the Tongxuan realm will awaken the power of Tongxuan realm. "In terms of natural talent, the basic practitioner can create different sizes of space of consciousness."    

Saying this, the elder suddenly stood up in excitement. He patted Guan Yang's shoulder, raised his head and said proudly, "When this old one first advanced to the Nascent Profound Realm, the space I created was as big as a football field. After hearing about it, the last Patriarch even rewarded this old man with a pot of Drunken Godly Mage! "    

With that, the elder turned his head and looked at Guan Yang with a serious face: "Young Master Guan, tell this old one, how big is your space of consciousness?"    

Seeing the look of anticipation on the face of the elder, Guan Yang smiled in embarrassment. He was already so proud of being the size of a football field. Then wouldn't my boundless space of consciousness be heaven-defying?    

Before Guan Yang could say anything, Elder Zu turned his head away.    

"Indeed, asking you this question is a bit presumptuous. If the Young Lord is unwilling to speak further, this old one will stop pursuing the matter. "    

Hearing this, Guan Yang felt relieved.    

The path of a spirit cultivator was long and blocked, and he still had a long way to go before he reached the final stage. Although Guan Yang's ability could be considered outstanding, compared to those old monsters, it was still not enough.    

When it was time to be patient, he had to be patient. This was what his martial granduncle, Guan Shao Bao, had told him.    

Bidding farewell to the ancestors and descending the mountain. When he raised his head, he found that it was already dusk. Guan Yang patted his head, trying his best to cheer himself up.    

F * ck, I didn't expect to be unconscious for so long!    

However, thinking back, he was truly a little afraid. If not for the presence of the Old Ancestor, he probably would have died here today.    

With a narrow escape from death, what he was playing was the heartbeat, and what he was playing was excitement!    

He called Zhuo Ran. It was time to go back and warm up the bed.    

"..."    

Suhang South Mountain Road.    

A Bugatti was speeding toward the South Mountain, with a beautifully dressed passenger in the passenger seat and Guan Yang in the driver's seat.    

The hazy moonlight faded. Just a moment ago, the crescent moon was already hidden in the dark clouds in the blink of an eye. In the ink-like night sky, not a single trace of starlight could be seen.    

Darkness had arrived, and danger was approaching.    

When Guan Yang arrived at the foot of the southern mountain, two cars suddenly appeared in his line of sight.    

"What's going on ahead? Could it be that there was a car accident and the car was stuck on the road? " Zhuo Ran looked at Guan Yang with a puzzled expression and asked.    

The corner of Guan Yang's mouth lifted slightly as he placed a hand on the back of Zhuo Ran's head. He whispered softly, "Fasten your seat belt. Don't get hurt in a bit."    

Seeing the two cars getting closer and closer, Guan Yang's speed didn't even slow down. Zhuo Ran's heart skipped a beat as a bad idea popped up in his mind.    

"What are you going to do?"    

Guan Yang let out a cold snort and said in a low voice, "Heh, with this useless group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, you still dare to show off in front of me? You are simply playing with fire!"    

Before he finished his sentence, Guan Yang stepped on the throttle. The dark sky turned into a shadow as he shot towards the two cars.    

"Crash!"    

With a loud bang, the two cars were knocked into the sides of the road. And Guanyang's Bugatti - Weihang rode straight to his villa in Nanshan.    

The people behind the two cars saw that the situation was not good and with a wave of their hands, dozens of people rushed out from the two sides of the road. They got into the car and followed Guan Yang.    

Seeing the car following closely behind, Zhuo Ran, who was sitting on the first passenger seat, was so frightened that his face lost color.    

"Hurry up, they're going to catch up!"    

Guan Yang looked through the rear-view mirror and sure enough, the two cars were right behind them, trying to surround them.    

"Damn, he's really like a ghost that won't leave!"    

Guan Yang, who had already driven halfway up the mountain, suddenly hit the brakes and pulled the Bugatti VAC to the side of the road.    

Zhuo Ran seemed to have guessed what Guan Yang was trying to do and looked at him with a worried expression.    

"Be careful."    

Guan Yang nodded. He looked at the two cars that had stopped behind him. The corners of his mouth curled up as he opened the door.    

Hmph, I've already given you one chance.    

There were two neat rows of strong men in black suits, looking very aggressive. The man with tattoos on his neck who stood at the very front walked towards Guan Yang.    

"You must be Guan Yang?" The tattooed man raised his eyebrows and asked.    

"That's me!" The corner of Guan Yang's mouth slanted as he replied with a smile.    

Hearing this, the tattooed man's cold eyes suddenly shot out a trace of killing intent. With a wave of his hand, the dozens of people behind him rushed towards Guan Yang like a swarm of bees.    

Guan Yang was shocked as well. He didn't expect them to attack so quickly. Without even a word of greeting, he rushed over.    

"Heh, since you've come to throw away your life, then hurry up. Even Yama has almost gotten off work!" Guan Yang coldly snorted.    

"Whew ~ ~"    

Just as he finished speaking, a flying knife flew directly towards Guan Yang's mourning hall. Just as the flying knife was going to hit, Guan Yang suddenly became a lump of black smoke and disappeared from their sight.    

In the next second, his body appeared behind that person. He clasped his hands together and grabbed the man's head. With a slight twist, a crisp sound was heard, and the man collapsed to the ground, paralyzed.    

In just a blink of an eye, there was already one person killed. The tattooed man also had a look of astonishment on his face.    

"Everyone be careful, this kid is also a martial artist!"    

Hearing the reminder, the remaining people instantly changed their formation and surrounded Guan Yang in a circle.    

The corner of Guan Yang's mouth twitched as he looked at the people around him with interest. The teamwork of these people was quite interesting.    

Right at this moment, Guan Yang turned to the side, his hands moving like lightning. The one closest to him was the fierce attack, "Octane Blast!"    

This person didn't even have time to react before he was sent flying, falling in front of the tattooed man.    

"Heh, a motley crowd!"    

In an instant, Guan Yang's rage flared up. He had already reached the Tongxuan realm in the morning, and looking back at the group of ordinary warriors, he felt a little disdainful.    

In the blink of an eye, several shrimp soldiers and crab generals were easily overpowered by Guan Yang. The only one left standing in front of Guan Yang was the tattooed man.