Chapter 386: This Xu Xiaoshou, What’s His Background?

"Pū!"

Wen Song choked on his breath and sprayed directly.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the saliva flying everywhere, disgustedly stepped back a few steps, thinking to himself that it was a pity it wasn't blood.

He had no goodwill towards these mediocre old men who only knew how to put on airs.

Moreover, they were from opposing camps!

The onlookers were truly shocked by Xu Xiaoshou's fearless attitude.

"He, he, is he really not afraid of death, or has he really gone all out?"

"He's not stupid; he knows his own cultivation is Yuan Ting Jing mid-stage, and that Elder Wen is at Zongshi Dengfeng..."

"How dare he speak up?"

"Ignorance?"

"Heh, he's done for!"

"Received admiration, passive value, 232."

"Received mockery, passive value, 224."

The crowd erupted, and even people far away at the western arena were attracted over.

Everyone craned their necks, not understanding what had happened at the banquet, and flocked over.

Xu Xiaojia was in the corner, stretching, and as he stretched, he straightened up.

"What's going on with this Xu Xiaoshou, coming in and wildly pulling aggro?"

"Is he really cooperating with me?"

Everything was developing too smoothly, as if divinely assisted, directly drawing everyone's attention away.

Glancing around and seeing no one watching, Xu Xiaojia slipped away like smoke.

At the banquet, among the crowd.

Having recovered, Wen Song was furious. Realizing that verbal sparring wasn't his forte, he directly raised his palm, and his Ling Yuan surged.

"Stop!"

Fu Yin Hong immediately shouted.

She glanced strangely at Xu Xiaoshou, then looked at Wen Song:

"Wen Qianbei should know the rules of the city lord's mansion night banquet. If you want to make a move, you have to wait for the arena match later!"

Wen Song glared with wide eyes, hissing: "This boy is insolent!"

"Rules are rules!"

A moment of silence ensued.

Wen Song was extremely angry, retracting his Ling Yuan, which exploded at his feet, blasting a big pit in the floor.

This startled everyone into retreating.

Fu Yin Hong furrowed her brows, saying coldly: "Wen Qianbei, mind your status!"

Wen Song narrowed his eyes, lifting his chin: "I couldn't control my strength!"

Fu Yin Hong immediately felt like putting on her armor.

This guy really thinks that because I call him Qianbei, he can act recklessly?

At the city lord's mansion night banquet, with so many people watching, if everyone acted on their whims, wouldn't this become tomorrow's mass grave?

She took a deep breath, suppressing her inner impulse.

After all, if she really made a move, she would also be breaking the rules.

She couldn't set that precedent!

Xu Xiaoshou glanced at the girl's heaving chest from anger, then turned to look at the old man Wen Song, teasing: "Old guy, can't vent your temper and you're taking it out on a girl?"

Girl?

Taking it out?

This sentence offended two people at once.

Fu Yin Hong and Wen Song both paused, looking at this youth who wouldn't stop talking.

"You can't go on like this. You're at Zongshi Dengfeng and still can't control your power. And you're a guest, smashing the host's floor like that, and so arrogant?"

Xu Xiaoshou looked at Fu Yin Hong, who was about to speak with her chest puffed out, stretched out his hand, and said in a low voice:

"Don't thank me; I'm standing up for you on this matter!"

Fu Yin Hong: ???

Standing up for me? I need you to stand up for me?

I want to tell you to shut up quickly; if you continue, I, Fu Yin Hong, won't believe you won't get slapped to death by this old guy's angry palm!

But unexpectedly, seeing Wen Song's face turn red with anger again, Fu Yin Hong chose to remain silent.

"Xu Xiaoshou!" Wen Song roared, "Don't be too arrogant, junior!"

Xu Xiaoshou covered his ears and stepped back a few steps: "Are you deaf? Speaking so loudly, I'm not deaf."

Wen Song: "..."

"Received curse, passive value, 1."

Ah!

I can't take it anymore; I want to slap him to death!

Wen Song's irritability was overflowing.

"Want to make a move?"

Xu Xiaoshou retorted: "What an arrogant old guy!"

"Don't you know the rules of the city lord's mansion? If you make a move like this, where does that leave the city lord's mansion's face? Where does that leave the Bai Ku quota for the city lord?"

As soon as this last sentence came out, Wen Song was dumbfounded!

The onlookers were also shocked.

"Good lad, he hit the nail on the head!"

"My heavens, with this hat on, the Wen family might have a hard time this year..."

Everyone looked at Wen Song, who was extremely angry but had to swallow it, and couldn't help but find it amusing.

"This Xu Xiaoshou... his mouth is too sharp!"

Xu Xiaoshou, while happily accepting the passive values contributed by the crowd, continued without stopping, emphasizing: "I just said a few words, at most treating you as an equal to discuss, and you can't hold back?"

"I speak, and you want to make a move?"

"Being so opportunistic, if I were to make a move, would you want to blow up this city lord's mansion?"

Wen Song felt a fire in his chest that he couldn't vent, which was harmful to his health.

He said hoarsely and angrily: "What qualification do you have to discuss with me as an equal?"

"Oh, qualification?"

Xu Xiaoshou raised an eyebrow.

"What a noble word!"

"Are you older than me by a nostril, or do you have an extra belly button?"

"Qualification?"

"Is the qualification you speak of this overbearing arrogance and disregard for rules?"

"If so, what qualification do you have to smash the floor like this in the city lord's mansion?"

"When did the Wen family become more awesome than the city lord's mansion?"

Wen Song almost spat out blood, his face darkened, and even his eyes lost their luster.

He wanted to retort.

But at this point, even saying one more word would mean he's really putting himself above the city lord's mansion.

Normally it's fine, but tonight is the banquet!

The Wen family couldn't ruin their chance for the Bai Ku quota because of his momentary lapse.

Zhao Meng pulled this old man back quietly.

He and Wen Song were at odds, but with Xu Xiaoshou's appearance, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

At first, seeing his dead rival being speechless, he wanted to join in.

But now...

Forget it!

Back off!

Once the arena starts, there will be plenty of chances to take this kid down.

"Endure it."

"You're old; learn to stay calm!"

Fu Yin Hong watched with amusement as the old Wen was almost driven into a pit, feeling delighted.

But she also knew to stop while ahead and not let Xu Xiaoshou continue.

Talking like this could really cause trouble.

"Xu Xiaoshou..."

Before she could advise, the surrounding onlookers parted with a buzz.

Everyone looked and saw a handsome man striding through the opened path.

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

The voice came before the person.

Accompanied by a hearty laugh, even though Fu Xing hadn't recognized Xu Xiaoshou's face, he saw his little sister with double ponytails dodging to the side to avoid the splash.

Since his shimei is here, he must be too!

"Shou Ge, you've arrived!"

Fu Xing excitedly pushed through the crowd and indeed saw Xu Xiaoshou trapped in the midst of the people.

This call immediately stunned everyone.

"Shou, Shou Ge?"

"The young master is actually calling him Ge? No wonder... no wonder this kid dares to confront a Zongshi Dengfeng with his mere Xiantian cultivation!"

"What exactly is this Xu Xiaoshou's background?"