Godly Stay-Home Dad

Windsurfer, this name sounds quite domineering.    

"Yes." The only girl among the five said, "In this battle, Windblast King An He and the rising star of the Northern True Martial Sect, Josen, have you not heard of the two of them?"    

"I don't think I've heard of it." Mengmeng blinked his eyes and replied: "I only know very few people with martial world, there are my grandfather, Uncle Chen, Auntie Xue, Auntie Jiang, Uncle Feng, Uncle Uncle Hu, my grandfather, Grandma, my father, Uncle Yun, it seems there are only dozens of people.    

There were a hundred people in Security corps, and some of them met some of the Mengmeng s, but they couldn't say their names because of their low profile. It was also because some people were not good at speaking, and their aptitude was a little worse when compared to Zhao Feng's group.    

The yellow-haired man, on the other hand, chuckled upon hearing this. His expression became much friendlier.    

So these three people came from a martial arts family.    

He had never heard of any of her uncles or aunts, nor had he heard of any of them. It was possible that they came from a small martial arts family with many such families in China.    

"Little girl, since you were born in a martial arts family, you should know better. A talent like the Windblast King cannot speak ill of him behind his back, how could his temper be good? If their people were to hear about it, wouldn't it be a waste of your time to get into trouble?" The two of them have been waiting for their chance to breakthrough to the Grandmaster Realm for a long time. In this battle, whoever wins might be able to directly break through and become one of the most important figures in the world! "    

As he spoke, the yellow-haired youth's face revealed a look of admiration and reverence.    

I don't know when I'll be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with them. Oh, that's right, I'm from the Hao Ri Villa in South Hunan. My name is Zhu Hui, and right now, I'm already at the Earth Stage.    

"Oh, okay."    

Mengmeng answered crisply.    

"Let's go, maybe once we climb the mountain, we'll start fighting."    

Zhu Hui saw that the three from Mengmeng had never heard of him, and immediately became bored. Waving his hands, he brought his friends up the mountain quickly.    

"Dad, he seems to be very friendly, okay?"    

Mengmeng raised his head and looked at Zhang Han.    

"Un, it can be considered as a comparison... Interesting person. "    

Zhang Han laughed faintly.    

That Zhu Hui was a Heaven-stage Master, yet he called himself Earth Elite. Was he trying to play the pig to eat the tiger?    

However, this was also normal.    

"His looks are the same as everyone else, and he has an interesting soul of one in a thousand. It seems that he is also one in ten thousand."    

The Mengmeng muttered.    

"Where did you learn to speak so much?" Zhang Han was curious.    

"The book has its own gold house."    

"It's worth reading so many books."    

Zhang Han laughed as he brought Mengmeng and Zi Yan to walk forward. About three minutes later, they arrived at the top of the mountain.    

The crowd was in an uproar.    

"So many people?"    

There were around seven to eight hundred people gathered at the top of the mountain. It looked like the Mama was very lively.    

"Only a few." Zhang Han replied: In such a big country, almost every place has a warrior, but other than those kind of earth-shattering battles, only people with names of over ten thousand would come to watch, like normal small fights and small fights, there aren't many people.    

Although Zhang Han's voice was low, a small portion of the people nearby still heard it.    

"A small fight?"    

Some laughed without saying a word.    

To say such things here and now was, in their view, an indication of the degree of ignorance.    

Finally, someone disliked the sight of a man in his early thirties:    

"You can't say random things. There are nearly a thousand people present, all from the south of the sky and the north of the sea. If the battle between Windblast King and Zhen Wu Sect's Qiao Sen is considered a small matter, then what kind of battle would be considered a big scene?" This person, you need to have experience, and know your own limitations. "    

This triangle-faced middle aged man raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, as he could not bear to look at Zhang Han, especially his tone of voice, which was calm and at ease.    

At this moment, he couldn't help but taunt, "They said that the battle was just a small matter, and yet you came over quickly to watch it. Aren't you a whore in a memorial archway?"    

"Hahahaha."    

Immediately, laughter erupted from the crowd.    

On the other side, someone recognized the man who spoke and started discussing in a low voice.    

"Isn't that Shi Family's Shi Haoran?" I heard that he had only been practicing the martial way for more than two years, and is now in Earth-Stage Master. He is ranked in the top three of the Shi Family, and is one of the top figures.    

"I've heard wrong about you. A week ago, Shi Haoran had already broken through to Heaven-stage Master, and his name shook the entire province." You've heard wrong about you. A week ago, Shi Haoran broke through to Heaven-stage Master, and his name shook the entire province.    

The moment these words left his mouth, the people around him could not help but take a deep breath.    

"It's actually Shi Haoran. He also came to spectate."    

"This is a gathering of the wind and clouds. Shi Haoran has broken through to the heaven-step realm, so he must have comprehended something. Watching the battle between the Windstorm King and Josen, the benefits are endless."    

"?"    

Mengmeng also heard their discussion, seeing the formation, he was slightly nervous.    

She didn't understand how powerful the cultivators before her were.    

This was especially true for the middle-aged man. His face was haughty, as if he were some great character that could not be reached. Some people were flattering him, but he seemed to be ignoring them.    

Zi Yan's brows slightly rose:    

"We are only commenting on it. After all, it is our business. It can even make a person like you mock and ridicule us. Your strength isn't that great, but your temper isn't small."    

If he had only ridiculed him once or twice, Zi Yan would not have said anything, but this person had an arrogant face, and had the words "being a bitch in a memorial archway".    

My mother was displeased at the time.    

"Are you talking to me?"    

Shi Haoran looked as if he couldn't believe it. He pointed his right hand at himself, and his expression darkened.    

"Mom, not only does he have a bad temper, he's ugly too, and his eyes are spicy."    

Mengmeng's innocent voice made Shi Haoran exceptionally angry.    

As for Zhang Han, he had an expression of silence.    

In these few seconds, he had a lot on his mind.    

Since he brought along Mengmeng to experience martial world, then he would definitely accompany him with some true appearance.    

Not only was he brave and heroic, he was also cold-blooded and ruthless. He had done many things.    

As for the person in front of him ?    

One slap to death?    

Would it scare Mengmeng too much?    

She was only eleven years old now, so it was fine for her to slowly understand martial world.    

Why not kill him with a flick of a finger? Or should he just directly destroy the soul?    

Shi Haoran never imagined that this man that hadn't spoken yet would actually think of a way to take his life!    

A Zongshi cannot be humiliated.    

These words seemed to be somewhat distant from martial world of appearance.    

Many people knew clearly, insulting Martial Grandmaster, meant that this person could kill people.    

The current Zhang Han, was even more powerful than his Martial Grandmaster by many times.    

"The two of you..."    

Shi Haoran looked at Zi Yan and Mengmeng, his brows deeply knitted together.    

"Shi Haoran, are you bullying my friend?"    

A strange laugh suddenly came from the side.    

It was vermilion.    

He brought his four friends along with him as he strode forward like a meteor, the battle intent lingering in the depths of his eyes!    

He wanted to use Shi Haoran to establish his might?    

"Zhu Hui? Why are you everywhere? "    

Shi Haoran's face sank, "Don't think that I won't dare to touch you just because you're leaning against Hao Ran Manor."    

"Is that so? You want to try? "    

He looked at Shi Haoran, then said in a deep voice: "How about I break your legs before the main character arrives?"    

"Hahaha, Zhu Hui, I had a bad feeling about you for a long time, but you actually delivered yourself to me, and even tried to find some crude excuse. What friend or friend? How could three ordinary people be your friend?"    

"They crossed the river like reeds, and they are also people in the inner circle. Why can't they be my friends?" Zhu Hui sneered.    

"Hahaha ?"    

This sentence caused a few people nearby to laugh.    

If you want to find excuses, then it's more troublesome, or you want to have a great battle with Haoran, just say it, I martial artists are always happy to have enmity with you. Since I don't like it, then we might as well fight, and use a few unrelated little shrimps as an excuse to make you look at me in a new light.    

A man behind Zhu Hui sneered.    

"They are ?"    

Zhu Hui wanted to say something: They are martial arts families.    

No matter what it was like to cross a river in a reed, that little girl always said that some relatives were warriors. It was obvious that they were a family.    

However, he knew that even if he said it out loud, it would attract the ridicule of others. It would be better to not say it out loud.    

"Then let's fight."    

He grinned, ready to strike.    

At this time, Mengmeng held Zhang Han's hand tightly and spoke in a low voice:    

"Dad, is he helping us?"    

Although his voice was low, all the people present were warriors. Some of the people nearby could hear him clearly and cast a glance at him.    

Bringing a ten-year-old kid, he must be here to broaden his horizons, to see the elegance of Windsurfer and Josen.    

Now that he had become the center of this small whirlpool, he could only blame that man for talking behind his back without knowing what was good for him. To come and watch this battle and even call it a small fight, did he really think that everyone had a good temper? Not to mention the fact that Shi Haoran and An He were related.    

Their gazes did not change as they watched.    

But who would have thought that before Zhu Hui and the others could start fighting, that man was speaking nonsense again. He patted the arm of the little girl beside him and helped her straighten her cap.    

"My daughter, there is a saying in martial world that a Grandmaster cannot be insulted, because provoking Martial Grandmaster may result in the loss of one's life."    

"Huh?"    

Mengmeng's eyes widened in disbelief.    

"Dad, I don't want to see it. I'm afraid of blood, let's go?"    

Mengmeng tightened his grip on Zhang Han.    

Zi Yan pursed his lips: "How about..."    

"No need."    

Zhang Han shook his head, and said as if there was no one around: "This is just the beginning, there has to be a day when I accept it, because this is the real world."    

After this conversation, Zhu Hui, Shi Haoran, and the others were all at a loss as to what to do.    

What was he doing?    

However, they noticed that Zhang Han's right hand was slowly raised up to face Shi Haoran.    

"Hmm?"    

The cyan in Shi Haoran's eyes flickered.