"Yes, yes." Feng Delun looked at Xue Yongrong's gloomy expression. Naturally, he didn't dare to say any nonsense. He quickly cleaned up and led the way.
Xue Changhong also clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with unprecedented hatred.
As a rare genius of the Xue family for a hundred years, he came to Qingdu City to participate in the ancient martial arts competition with high spirits. However, before the competition even started, he was kicked away by Wang Fan in full view of the public. How could he swallow this sigh of relief?
If he hadn't known that he was not as powerful as Wang Fan, he would have come to seek revenge long ago, and he wouldn't have been able to wait until now.
At this moment, he only thought that when his clan uncle Xue Yongrong defeated Wang Fan like a dog, he would step forward and humiliate Wang Fan again, venting his anger.
The three of them quickly left the Feng Delun Manor and ran toward the Mingyang Hotel in a menacing manner.
It was supposed to be an hour's drive, but due to traffic jams, it took more than two hours, which made Xue Yongrong and the others even more angry.
"Xue Changhong, why is he here again?"
"Isn't that Xue Yongrong, Xue Changhong's clan uncle? Even he is here. It seems they are here for revenge!"
"Xue Yongrong is a strong person at the sixth level of transcendence, and he is also a strong person from the older generation. If that guy doesn't have some powerful elders here, he will probably suffer."
"There is no way. Who allowed that guy to defeat Xue Changhong in front of everyone, and also in an almost humiliating way?"
"Hey, why do you care if there are so many of them? It's none of our business anyway, we just need to watch the show.
That guy is so powerful, if he is injured or disabled by Xue Yongrong, we will lose a strong competitor, right?"
Some young people who had witnessed Wang Fan's defeat of Xue Changhong couldn't help but start talking in low voices when they looked at Xue Changhong and the others.
They couldn't help but become excited, and even called their relatives and friends while waiting to watch the show.
Listening to the comments from the people around him, Feng Delun was feeling better, while Xue Yongrong's uncle and nephew looked a little unhappy. Their expressions became more gloomy, and their hearts were filled with strong anger.
If they hadn't dared to offend so many people at once, they might have taken action directly.
Under Xue Yongrong's eyes, Feng Delun separated from the crowd and stepped into the front desk. He coldly asked the two front desk ladies, "Which floor is Gao Mingyang's private room on? Which elevator can go up?"
Although he knew that Gao Mingyang had a private room in the hotel, he had never been there, so he asked.
The lady at the front desk looked at Feng Delun with a cold face and didn't dare to talk nonsense at all. She quickly said with a trembling voice, "Here, it's on the seventh floor. You can go up by taking the chairman's special elevator."
It's not that she has no backbone and wants to betray Gao Mingyang, it's just that people like Feng Delun are too difficult to deal with.
As the receptionist here, she naturally knows that everyone who comes in and out of the hotel recently is not easy to mess with. If she says the wrong thing, it may lead to death.
Feng Delun didn't waste any time and took Xue Yongrong and the others directly to the chairman's elevator.
The security guards looked at the three men with gloomy faces and did not dare to stop them. They quickly stepped aside, but secretly took out their mobile phones to notify Gao Mingyang.
When Gao Mingyang received the call, he was lying down and resting at home, but when he heard that Feng Delun had taken someone to the hotel, obviously trying to trouble Wang Fan, his expression immediately changed.
He jumped up from the bed and quickly dialed Wang Fan. What made him even more anxious was that Wang Fan's phone was turned off at this time.
He had no choice, gritted his teeth, quickly got out of bed, and quickly ran to the Mingyang Hotel.
Xue Yongrong and his party quickly arrived at the door of Wang Fan's room. This room was different from other rooms. There was no house number, only a "Chairman's Room" sign hanging on the side.
Looking at the sign, they knew that this was Gao Mingyang's private room without asking.
Xue Yongrong's face turned cold and he didn't even bother to press the doorbell. He raised his foot and planned to kick the door violently.
But just when he mustered up the momentum to kick the door, the door creaked and was suddenly opened. Then, Wang Fan's cold face appeared in their sight.
Although Wang Fan has been practicing and studying Mountain Seal, he has not dared to practice without distraction.
He had always used part of his mental energy to pay attention to the situation outside. So when Xue Yongrong and the others appeared on the seventh floor, he had already noticed it.
Looking at the gloomy expressions of the three of them, he immediately knew that the person who came was evil, so he quit the cultivation state without hesitation and opened the door.
"Uncle Clan, it's him, he defeated me in an almost humiliating way and slapped me in the face in front of everyone."
When Xue Changhong saw Wang Fan, unabashed hatred suddenly appeared in his eyes. That hatred was so unforgettable that it seemed to be engraved deep into his bones.
In full view of everyone, being kicked and defeated, and kicked out of the door, what a shame is this? .??.
Feng Delun also looked at Wang Fan with an angry look, but he did not dare to speak, and even faintly hid behind Xue Yongrong.
Although he hated Wang Fan, he also knew that he could not offend Wang Fan, and he was still a little afraid of Wang Fan in his heart.
"Which sect or family are you from? Haven't your elders taught you to leave everything on the line so that we can meet each other easily in the future?"
"You beat Changhong, it's not a big deal, I can
I understand that Chang Hong is not good at academics, but why did you defeat him in an almost humiliating way?"
Xue Yongrong stared at Wang Fan and asked coldly, but at the same time he carefully sensed the movement in the room.
He wanted to check if there was anyone else in the room and if any of Wang Fan's elders were there. At the same time, he also wanted to find out Wang Fan's background.
After all, there are too many contestants this time, many of whom have impressive backgrounds, and even Xue Yongrong has to be wary of them.
Wang Fan looked at Xue Yongrong and sneered disdainfully, "You don't have to waste your efforts. I am a casual cultivator with no backstage, and I am the only one in this room."
"Leave everything on the line so that we can meet again in the future? It's really ridiculous. Then when Xue Changhong used his momentum to crush the early stage of Xiantian, why didn't he think about everything on the line? I'm just following the way others treat others.
"
He also pointed his finger at Xue Yongrong, "You old man, stop being a bitch and still want to build a memorial arch. If you want to take revenge, hurry up. I've already done it, young master. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
Wang Fan's words were extremely rude.
Anyway, these three people are here for revenge. The two sides are destined to be enemies. Why is he still so polite?
What's more, even though Xue Yongrong was in the same realm as him, in the sixth level of transcendence, Wang Fan really didn't take it seriously.
After hearing Wang Fan's words, Xue Yongrong's face instantly turned ugly, and her anger could not help but swell up.
Arrogant, too arrogant. In his entire life, Xue Yongrong, he has never seen such an arrogant descendant as Wang Fan.
And those guys who followed Xue Yongrong and came to watch the show had dumbfounded expressions on their faces.
None of them expected that Wang Fan would be so arrogant and unwilling to give face to Xue Yongrong. Could it be that Wang Fan didn't know how to write the word "death"?
This chapter has been completed!