Landing in the Fantastic World

The people who were looking forward to it all looked disappointed. Some even looked at him with disdain.    

"What a waste. He's not even as good as me."    

"I really don't know how this pretty girl with such a high cultivation base took a fancy to him. It's as if flowers are planted on cow dung."    

"Although 369 Strength is barely enough to pass the test, he's still a trash in the Xiugu City. He'll be tortured even if he enters the city."    

Everyone's mocking voices flooded over like a tidal wave.    

However, Mu Yu acted as if he did not hear them. He had a calm expression on his face.    

He did not care how others looked at him.    

To him, being able to enter the city was enough. 369 and 3690 were no different.    

However, Xu Xuan'er could not help it.    

She had always had a good temper, but for some reason, when she heard others mocking Mu Yu, she could not control the anger in her heart.    

"All of you, shut up!"    

Her eyes were as cold as ice as she glanced at the people who had just spoken. She said coldly, "If you say that he isn't, don't blame me for being merciless!"    

Most of the people shut their mouths bitterly. Xu Xuan'er's cultivation was too high and they could not afford to offend her.    

However, there were exceptions.    

A young man wearing a luxurious robe with fair skin walked out of the crowd.    

He held a folding fan in his hand and waved it gently. His two eyes stared at Xu Xuan'er with lustful eyes and did not let go. He said, "What's so good about this trash? It is worth protecting him like this!"    

"Why don't you just follow this young master and tell you the truth. This young master comes from the Nangong Clan. The current patriarch of the Nangong Clan is my grandfather."    

"As long as you follow this young master, you will rise to the top. You can have whatever you want. What do you think?"    

As soon as his voice faded, a loud noise echoed in the surroundings.    

"First Palace, Second Pavilion, Three Sects and Four Clans. You are actually the young master of Nangong Clan, one of the Four Clans! Furthermore, he's Nangong Yuan's own grandson."    

"To be able to represent Nangong Clan to participate in the cultivation pageant, his cultivation must be extremely profound."    

"If I were that girl, I would definitely immediately abandon this useless brat and throw him into Young Master Nangong's arms!"    

Hearing the endless praises from the crowd, the corner of Nangong Xiao's mouth curled up into a smile. His entire body was floating in the air, and he looked extremely pleased with himself.    

In his heart, he was sure that after Xu Xuan'er knew his identity, she would definitely throw herself into his arms.    

Thinking of this, his lust was aroused. One of his arms went towards Xu Xuan'er and hugged her.    

Xu Xuan'er saw his frivolous actions and her expression became cold once again.    

When his arm was circling over, she extended a finger and suddenly pointed. The tip of her finger flashed with the power of moonlight.    

"Bang!"    

Caught off guard, Nangong Xiao was sent flying dozens of feet away by Xu Xuan'er's finger.    

His arm was numb from the pain. His face was as dark as water as he scolded with anger, "You are really shameless when you give me face. Why are you pretending to be virtuous in front of me?"    

After that, he waved his hand and said loudly, "Guards, take this woman down for me!"    

Immediately, two middle-aged men in Nangong Clan clothing flew into the hall. After bowing to Nangong Xiao, they slowly approached Xu Xuan'er from both sides.    

The peak Oblivion Stage Qi on their bodies erupted, pressing down on Xu Xuan'er's body like two huge mountains.    

Xu Xuan'er bit her lips and teeth, her face pale. She knew very well what would happen if she fell into Nangong Xiao's hands.    

She clenched her fists tightly, slowly activating the Spiritual Force in her body. Even if she wasn't a match for ___, she couldn't just sit there and wait for death.