But as soon as the maid took Han Yi and Qiu Linglong to the entrance of the fourth floor, they were stopped by two middle-aged guards.
"Non-spiritual king monks are not allowed to enter." The middle-aged guard glanced at Han Yi, turned his eyes to the maid, and said coldly, "Have you forgotten the rules of Wanling Pavilion?"
"Slave, of course I don't dare to forget." The maid's expression changed, and before she could continue speaking, the middle-aged guard shouted angrily.
"Since you know it, bring him up."
"Haha, is this what Wanling Pavilion talks about business? A mere guard has such courage." Han Yi interrupted, looking at the middle-aged guard with disdain.
"You brat, the rules of Wanling Pavilion are ironclad. Don't embarrass us, otherwise we will have no choice but to invite you out." The middle-aged man's face darkened, and his spiritual power was already secretly operating, with a faint spiritual light.
It appeared on the body, exuding a sense of oppression at the level of a half-step spirit king.
"Half-step Spirit King."
"Now that you know our cultivation, leave as soon as possible and don't ask for trouble."
"It's ridiculous. Couldn't Half-Step Spirit King sense the aura on my body?" Han Yi took a step forward and struck out with a palm.
The middle-aged guard's expression changed. He didn't expect that Han Yi would actually dare to take action. Even Wufang Island Lingfu was somewhat afraid of Wanling Pavilion's forces in the inner sea, but the young man in front of him didn't seem to care at all.
"Stop, you have something to say." The guards shouted. They could naturally sense Han Yi's cultivation. However, a distinguished guest came to the fourth floor today and asked not to be disturbed. In order to please the distinguished guest, they stopped Han Yi.
Yi.
"If you dare to take action in Wanling Pavilion, you are seeking death."
Seeing that Han Yi had no intention of stopping, the two middle-aged guards roared angrily and took action at the same time. One of them hit Han Yi's palm, and the other struck behind him.
However, they completely underestimated Han Yi's strength. The power of a palm was not something that their two half-step spirit kings could withstand. The two of them spurted out a mouthful of blood and shot it backwards. A dozen display cabinets were immediately smashed into pieces.
When I opened it, boxes containing elixirs were scattered all over the floor.
"Who dares to make trouble in Wanling Pavilion?" Several young men came out from inside and saw the two guards lying on the ground. They didn't even have the strength to get up, and their faces suddenly darkened.
"Lanyue Lingfu." Behind the young masters, a man in a black cloak said lightly when he saw Han Yi and Qiu Linglong wearing white robes representing Lanyue Lingfu.
"Brother Li, do you know them?" asked the young master standing side by side with the man in black robe.
"I don't know." The man in black robe's voice was hoarse, but there was a faint coldness in it.
"Are all the geniuses in Lan Yueling Mansion so arrogant? They came to my Wufang City and they are still so arrogant and domineering." A young man standing at the front narrowed his eyes slightly when he looked at Han Yi, and the excitement emanating from his body
The breath is clearly also in the Spirit King stage.
Han Yi looked at the young man who was speaking and looked up and down, shaking his head.
"It's not your turn to comment on whether Han is arrogant or not. Han will abide by the rules set by Wanling Pavilion, but it seems that the person who violated the rules is not Han." Han Yi said and looked at it.
He glanced at the two middle-aged guards lying on the ground struggling to stand up.
"You hit someone and you still want to argue with someone." The young master's eyes were cold, and he immediately took a step, released a huge aura, and slapped Han Yi with a palm. The invisible energy was completely locked on Han Yi, making him unable to do anything.
dodge.
Han Yi was unafraid, and faced him with a palm. Boom... The two palms collided, and the strong wind spread out. The surrounding tables and chairs were directly shattered by the strong wind, and the wooden pillars and walls were shattered.
Cracks spread one after another.
"You two, Wanling Pavilion is not a place for you to fight. If you want to fight, please go to the life and death contest in the city." A pleasant female voice came from the fifth floor. Following the clatter of footsteps, a man Dai walked down the stairs.
The veiled woman has a slim figure, a light green skirt, a simple style, and a silver hairpin inlaid with crystals. She looks completely otherworldly.
When the young man saw the woman appear, he snorted coldly, withdrew his palm and backed away. Then he cupped his fists towards the woman with an apology on his face.
"Miss Xi'er, Yu is here to teach Wanling Pavilion a lesson to these country people who don't understand the rules. Please forgive me for any rudeness."
"Wanling Pavilion opens its doors for business, so naturally anyone who comes is a guest. If anyone doesn't follow the rules, Wanling Pavilion will punish them. Mr. Yu is so busy doing business that he doesn't take our Wanling Pavilion seriously anymore." The woman didn't give in at all.
The young man surnamed Yu said coldly to save his face.
"Miss Xi'er said something serious, Yu didn't mean it." The young man surnamed Yu immediately denied it, a trace of undetectable anger flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.
"There is no best." A girl named Xi'er walked past Han Yi and the young man named Yu and looked at the two middle-aged guards. "Tell me, you two, what happened just now?"
The two middle-aged guards glanced at the young man named Yu, then at Han Yi, and finally their eyes fell on Miss Xi'er.
"Miss, I'm sorry, it's because we were blind and didn't realize that this young master is also a monk in the Spirit King stage, so we offended him." Naturally, the middle-aged man did not dare to say that it was the young man named Yu who asked him to stop other guests, otherwise they would not be able to deal with the consequences.
bearable.
"This young master has a strong aura, and is even stronger than the ordinary Spirit King Stage monks, but you can't tell the difference. What's the use of keeping you in Wanling Pavilion? Go find Uncle Zhong, the job of guard is not suitable for you."
"Miss, we..." Upon hearing the word "Uncle Zhong", the middle-aged guard's expression changed drastically. He originally wanted to argue, but seeing Miss Xi'er's eyes, the two of them swallowed all their words.
After the two middle-aged guards left, Miss Xi'er saluted Han Yi and said apologetically.
"Mr. Han, this is a discourtesy of Wanling Pavilion. Please don't blame me for offending you."
"Do you recognize me?" Han Yi asked in surprise.
"Of course I recognize it. Mr. Han, can you still remember Wanling Pavilion in Huayun City?"
"It turns out to be you."
"Exactly, I didn't expect that after leaving Huayun City, Young Master Han would have advanced to the Spiritual King stage in just a few years. Young Master Han's talent is really enviable."
"Miss Xi'er is an honor. It was lucky that Han was able to break through the Spirit King stage." Han Yi looked at Miss Xi'er and smiled slightly, "Isn't Miss Xi'er a Spirit King now?"
"Xi'er was able to become a Spirit King only with the help of the family elders. Moreover, when you and I first met, Xi'er's cultivation was already at the late stage of Spirit General, and is completely incomparable to Mr. Han."
"Hey, hey, I asked you two to consider my feelings while you are being humble. I am still in the late stage of the Spirit General." Qiu Linglong rolled her eyes and interjected.