There was no need to shout, the door of Xiaoxian Guan had not been closed since Yang Haoran could remember, and the two men rushed in aggressively.
"Yang Haoran, Master Wu is here, why don't you come out to kowtow and greet him!"
As a pawn, Guo Yonggang performed his duties very conscientiously and shouted at the top of his lungs.
No one responded. Guo Yonggang shouted three times in succession, but no one responded.
"Master Wu's reputation has spread far and wide. He must have scared that bastard away. It's a pity that Master Wu's visit was in vain!"
Guo Yonggang's flattery was just right, which made Wu Qiyong feel a lot better.
"Hmph, that brat Yang Haoran, if his master was alive and heard that I was coming, he would have gone out to greet me an hour in advance!"
"Of course, Master Wu is a famous master of our southern sect!"
When the two people were enjoying themselves, they heard the sound of breaking through the air, and two stones fell on their heads. The two people made a whoop sound and looked in the direction in which the stones flew.
On the roof of Xiaoxianguan, Yang Haoran was squatting and laughing.
"I used to think that the best skill of southern warlocks was to read Feng Shui, but today I realized that I was totally wrong!"
Guo Yonggang jumped up angrily, pointed at Yang Haoran and yelled: "You bastard, you actually carried out a sneak attack. If you have the ability, come down and let you see the true skills of our southern faction!"
Wu Qiyong sneered: "Of course you are wrong. Our Southern Patriarch left behind three great skills. Feng shui is only one of them. The other two skills are even more mysterious. How can someone like you understand them!"
"Haha, it turns out that bragging and being shameless are better than Feng Shui. I admire these three skills very much!"
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Wu Qiyong was stunned for a moment, and then angrily pointed at Yang Haoran.
"Yang Haoran, come down here. I want to teach you a lesson for your master. When your master was alive, he made an agreement with our southern sect not to practice divination in Huanglong Mountain. You broke the agreement just after your master died.
This is not taking us southerners seriously!"
Yang Haoran rolled his eyes at him, took a step forward, and jumped down quietly.
The three-meter-high roof fell silently. Wu Qiyong's eyes shrank and he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
"Haha, it turns out you know that it is an agreement between my master and you, and it has nothing to do with me.
And you should thank my master. Do you know why my master made some bullshit agreement with you back then?
Just because you Southern Warlocks are at the foot of Huanglong Mountain, my master was afraid of starving you to death, so he specially left a way for you to survive."
Yang Haoran picked his nose and popped it out with a look of disdain.
"Well, Yang Haoran, let's not talk about the past. Today we will have a competition. If you lose, you will immediately take away your sign and never leave Xiaoxian Temple for the rest of your life."
Wu Qi's courage was shattered. This kid is so annoying!
"Haha, are you kidding me? I will lose to you, the second-hand swordsman? Tell me, what are you going to do if you lose?"
Yang Haoran would not do a loss-making business. Addition and subtraction within one hundred was his lifelong pride.
"Hey, if I lose, I'll go away and never mention the Southern faction again!"
Wu Qiyong has a loud voice. When Taoist Wukong was alive, he was still a little afraid. Yang Haoran was only so old, and it was impossible to learn much about the essence of Taoism.