When Otilius entered Yang Haoran's suite, Kachusimai had already left with two of his men.
"Master, you must go with me to teach those young nobles in Hung Hom City a lesson.
They don’t believe what I say and think your Eastern Kung Fu is fake, and I will never tolerate them thinking this way!”
Yang Haoran had a weird look on his face. This guy had wanted to fight him to death before, but after not seeing him for a long time, he actually became his fan.
The speed of this change is so fast that it is simply unacceptable.
"It's other people's mouths, let them say whatever they want. Why should you care about these boring things?"
Yang Haoran is very casual. Wouldn't it be very tiring to do this kind of thing seriously?
He doesn't have the time and energy to be as knowledgeable as the average dude, so that would be a complete waste of time.
Otilius was stunned for a moment and became very anxious.
"Master, how can this be done? If you don't go, I will become the laughing stock of them!"
Yang Haoran looked at Otilius with a strange expression: "Don't call me master, I didn't agree to be your master, right?"
Otilius did not feel embarrassed at all, but said confidently: "Whether Master admits it or not, I will call you Master.
Therefore, I will never allow anyone to slander Master. If Master does not follow me to see them, I will bring them to see you."
Yang Haoran's head was full of black lines, and he was also drunk when he encountered Otilius's unreasonable character.
With no choice but to follow Otilius, Yang Haoran appeared in the banquet hall.
As soon as Yang Haoran appeared, the guy over there made a burst of cheers.
"Otilius, is this young man from China the kung fu master you mentioned? He looks very weak."
"I can beat ten people of this size by myself!"
The speaker deliberately posed to show off his muscles and looked at Yang Haoran with provocative eyes.
"Chinese people, we people in Luomi country only admire the truly strong, and what we hate the most are liars who are pretentious.
Generally, liars will end badly, so we advise you to put away your deceptive tricks."
Yang Haoran was noncommittal, as if he was walking on the roadside and heard a group of dogs barking.
Otilius was already furious and raised his fingers and turned around.
"If any of you are dissatisfied, just come and give it a try. My master can beat you to the point where your teeth are all over the floor!"
Soon five people jumped out, each of them strong and provocative.
"Otilius, you don't need to remind me. Chinese people, come and fight me!"
Yang Haoran looked at the few people with disdain and ignored them. Instead, he pulled up a chair and sat down.
"Haha, you see, I'm already scared even before I hit him. How can such a person be a kung fu master? He's definitely a liar!"
"Otilius, did you see it? You were deceived and actually asked such a person to be your master. You are simply a shame to our Hung Hom City!"
Amidst the roar of laughter, Otilius was furious, but Yang Haoran looked indifferent.
Otilius had personally experienced Yang Haoran's terror, and was extremely anxious at the moment.
If Yang Haoran didn't take action to teach these guys a lesson, he would definitely be laughed at for the rest of his life.
"Master, you can't do this. If you don't agree to duel with them, I will let them besiege you together!"
Yang Haoran glanced at him. No wonder this guy had a bad reputation in Hung Hom City. He was simply a bastard.
"Do you know why I don't want to take action? There is really a big difference in levels. Fighting with you is not a duel. At best, it is bullying a child." 2018 Novel.
The gang of Hung Hom City dandies who were still laughing at Yang Haoran suddenly became furious.
"Asshole, you are insulting us. We are the bravest warriors in Hung Hom City. You must give us a reasonable explanation, or you will have to pay the price!"
But Otilius smiled happily, finally feeling a bit gunpowder.
As long as these guys scold Yang Haoran enough, he will definitely take action.
By then these guys will know that he is not lying.
Yang Haoran waved his hand with a look of disdain.
"Okay, let me play a game with you. I draw a circle three meters around me. You can use whatever method you want. As long as someone can walk in front of me, I will lose. How about that?"
A bunch of dudes in Hung Hom City looked around, but they all looked confused.
Yang Haoran said that they looked confused and didn't know what he meant.
Everyone looked at Otilius, who moved closer to Yang Haoran again.
"Master, we have never heard of the game you mentioned. How is it played?"
Yang Haoran stood up, shook his head and sighed.
"A bunch of barbarians, rotten wood cannot be carved. Move all these things around."
Everyone didn't know why, but Otilius was very obedient.
He quickly called the staff who came to the hotel and quickly vacated an open space, which was about ten meters in diameter.
A group of people around looked at him blankly, not understanding what Yang Haoran was going to do.
Some people laughed and said: "I heard that Chinese people like to play tricks on us. Isn't this guy doing some tricks for us?"
"Otilius, do you have a pen and ink?"
Otilius was stunned for a moment, and quickly ran out to find oil painting pens and a bunch of oil paints.
"Master, what do you want this for? What color do you want?"
Yang Haoran frowned, forget it, just adapt to local conditions, this thing can be done.
"Haha, you don't want to make us laugh to death, do you? It's the first time you see a so-called Kung Fu master who needs oil paint. What are you going to do?"
"Are you going to draw a monster to scare us to death? It won't be Ultraman, right? Or will it be blue?"
Otilius looked strange and kept scratching his head. He could not understand more and more.
Yang Haoran ignored it, opened the red paint and poured it into the palette.
Then he walked to the open space, turned around, and drew a circle with a diameter of three meters.
After a short pause, Yang Haoran dipped his paint in again and started sketching on the ground.
"What is he drawing? Are they Chinese characters?"
"What a strange guy. What I'm sure of is that Otilius was deceived by him. This guy is just pretending to be a ghost."
"He seems to be drawing some kind of totem. Is this some kind of ritual for Chinese people before a duel?
Oh my god, if it was a real war, I could have killed him ten times."
Otilius's expression was complicated, and even he began to doubt it.
What on earth is Yang Haoran doing? Why can’t he understand it at all?
It would be really strange if he could understand it. What Yang Haoran drew on the ground at this time were all the symbols used by the Qimen Dunjia Pan.
Even Taoist people from China would not be able to recognize these complex symbols if they did not understand the formations.
