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The argument was getting more and more intense, but most of the Top Alchemist turned a deaf ear to it. They were used to it. The young Alchemist would never interfere in the fight. This was the rule.    

    

Lin Hao slowly walked towards the place where the quarrel was happening. At this moment, there were four or five Alchemist standing in a circle in the distance, surrounding one of the Alchemist. It seemed like they had already gotten angry. Some of them had already started to activate the Genuine Qi.    

    

Lin Hao looked into the distance. Alchemist, who was surrounded in the middle, quickly entered Lin Hao's line of sight.    

    

He had yellow hair and his arms were bare. A hooligan who looked like a street thug at this moment had a straight neck. His face was flushed red as he quarreled with the people around him. Even though he was surrounded by four people, he did not show any signs of weakness.    

    

Lin Hao covered his face. Alright, Linghu Xiao was right. As long as they saw him, they would get to know each other. If they did not see him, they would be able to see him clearly.    

    

At this moment, the quarrel was getting more and more aggressive. When it reached Lin Hao's ears, it was even more unbearable to hear.    

    

"Blondie, this isn't your home. Even if it's a dragon, you have to coil it up for me. Even if it's a tiger, you have to nest it up for me!"    

    

"I am here to study the Dao of Weapon forging, and you all came here to brag and scold me? Who do you think you are!? Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling! "    

    

"Get lost? You, a little punk, dare to ask me to get lost! I am a special consecrate of the Situ family. It is your honor to guide you. You actually dare to disobey the words of your seniors. Today, I will teach you a lesson! Until you listen to me!"    

    

" Don't talk nonsense with him. Just give him a beating. Newbie. Hmph! "    

    

... ""    

    

The Genuine Qi on the bodies of the five young men were restless. Although they did not attack, their fists and legs were covered with Genuine Qi. It seemed like this round of brutal beating was inevitable.    

    

On the other hand, the yellow-haired hooligan's face was flushed red. He looked around the crowd and found that he could not beat anyone.    

    

However, he did not show any weakness. He suddenly spread his hands and stood on one leg. He shouted loudly, "White Crane Brilliant Wings! Come on! Which one of you wants to try my ancestral Monkey Steals Peaches?! "    

    

The five Alchemist sneered and slowly approached. Although the people present did not cultivate in the Martial Path, they were all martial artists with high cultivation. It would be a piece of cake for them to teach the yellow-haired hooligan a lesson.    

    

Seeing the five of them approaching step by step, the yellow-haired hooligan's face turned pale. He panicked in his heart, but he still forced himself not to run away, "Don't come over here... I, I know how to steal peaches from monkeys, and how to catch chicks from eagles. Spit your eyes in the spring, immortals can pick grapes, and fish eggs at the bottom of the sea... You, who, who dares to come over... "    

    

Seeing the yellow-haired ruffian retreating step by step, the five of them were not intimidated by his words at all. They only closed in with cold eyes, secretly feeling disdain in their hearts.    

    

"Don't talk too much with him. Let's beat him up and teach him how to respect senior!" One of them coldly snorted and wanted to leap onto the stage.    

    

The yellow-haired hooligan was frightened on the spot. He hugged his head and squatted down while clutching his crotch. He even cursed, "A gentleman uses his mouth but doesn't attack. Beating his back is a QS, beating his limbs is Goudan, pulling his hair is a bald donkey!"    

    

However, the five Alchemist did not listen to him at all. One of them jumped over first, raised his fist, and prepared to strike.    

    

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong..." The yellow-haired hooligan felt his fist hit his flesh, and he immediately became terrified. He kept apologizing, even though he was still thinking of revenge in his heart...    

    

However, the yellow-haired hooligan squatted for a long time. The storm that he imagined did not fall. Other than the first punch that he received, he did not feel any pain at all. Furthermore, the entire world also quieted down.