The Deng family in the city lord’s mansion!

"Why should I apologize to him?" Xiao Chen looked at Baihualan and said lightly.

"Xiao Chen, this is the Central Region, not as good as the Southern Region. There are many powerful people in the Central Region. The Ancestral Saint is the King, so you must recognize this reality."

Baihualan said earnestly: "Even if you are king and domineering in the Southern Region, even if you are talented, in front of the powerful ancestors, you have to be a dragon and a tiger have to be a lie."

"This is not necessarily!" Xiao Chen said indifferently.

"Xiao Chen, I've told you so much for Feng Luan's sake. Don't you think you're too ignorant when you're just trying to show off your words?" Bai Hualan said in a deep voice.

"Is it because I am ignorant or you? Maybe in your eyes, Mobei Mountain is very strong, but in my eyes, Mobei Mountain is just an ant on the side of the road, and you can just step on it to death!"

Xiao Chen said lightly, but his voice was filled with shock. Everyone looked at Xiao Chen in surprise, comparing Mobei Mountain, which is the third level of the Ancestral Saint, to an ant on the roadside. This is too arrogant.

Only Deng Jiuyou and Deng Tong thought that Xiao Chen was not arrogant, but said a fact. They knew that the Holy De Holy Dynasty and the Qinghai Sect each had two ancestral saints, but they were killed in seconds without even the chance to escape. Xiao Chen said this without exaggerating at all.

"It's really hopeless!" Bai Hualan snorted coldly, feeling a little angry, then ignored Xiao Chen and turned around to sit in his seat.

"Boy, you are so brave. You dare to compare me to an ant. I want to challenge you. Do you dare to accept it?" Mo Beishan looked at Xiao Chen gloomyly.

"Don't dare!"

Xiao Chen said bluntly, without even blinking.

"It sounds so nice, but it turns out to be a coward." Deng Yun sneered.

"Since I don't dare, I'll apologize to me and get out so as not to be embarrassed here!" Mo Beishan said coldly, his eyes full of disdain.

The others in the hall looked at Xiao Chen with disdain. They said so nicely, but they didn't even dare to accept the challenge. This kind of person was even more disdainful.

"Of course I don't dare. You are the ancestor saint, and I am just the ancient saint. Challenging you will really damage my wise and magical image. If I say I bully the small by the big one, then I will lose all my face."

Xiao Chen said lightly.

Mo Beishan listened to the previous words, and a faint look of arrogance appeared on his face, but the more he listened, the more he felt uncomfortable.

Others were also a little dizzy when they looked at Xiao Chen. What does it mean to damage the image? What does it mean to bully the small with the big one? You are just an ancient saint, and Mo Beishan is a powerful ancestor of the ancestor saint.

"Besides, you are too weak, so I can't get any interest. Competing with you is a waste of time. With this time, I might as well have two drinks with this little beauty by my side."

Xiao Chen poured a glass of wine for himself and said lightly, regardless of his expression or words, he did not take Mo Beishan seriously.

Mo Beishan looked at Xiao Chen's appearance and his heart was undulating. Since the day he became the ancestor saint, countless compliments and countless halos fell on him. When have people ever been so despised, let alone a mere ancient saint who despised him?
Chapter completed!