He didn't know how many people had arrived in a short period of time. The crowd of people was densely packed. People were everywhere. It made Chu Yang feel as if he was in a bull ring. However, he was going to fight three very strong bulls, not just one.
He was the bullfighter, and Zhang Jiuyan, Zhao Lang, and Wu Fang were the three very strong bulls. It seemed that because one person fighting three bulls like this, it was very rare, so it attracted a lot of attention, and countless people came to watch.
It was a hubbub of voices, and it was very noisy.
Everyone who came to watch the bullfight seemed to be talking about how Chu Yang, the bullfighter, was going to fight later, how he would lose, and how badly he would lose.
Of course, Zhang Jiuyan and the other two bulls were also the focus of discussion, because they were three very famous bulls, and were even known as the best of the bulls. Their fighting strength was off the charts, and who knew how many bullfighters they had killed in the past.
Moreover, between the bullfighters and the bulls, there was a pink story of a peerless beauty, which made it even more lively.
"Hehe, three seniors, where did you get the courage to stand in front of this great genius so arrogantly, could it be that you want to be slapped in the face?"
Chu Yang glanced at the three people who were rushing over, and picked his ears, and said very casually.
"Wait, this gigolo is not here yet, your performance can't start yet, please wait a moment, this gigolo will be here soon!"
Someone interrupted at the wrong time, and before Zhang Jiuyan and the other two could angrily counterattack, a white figure had already shot over. Immediately, a gigolo that was more delicate, fairer, and more beautiful than a woman was imprinted in everyone's eyes, causing many people to exclaim in surprise, and let out sounds of disbelief.
This white figure was sloppy and roguish, he found a place and took out a stool — —
Please note that this stool was definitely not something transformed by cultivation, but a small stool made of real materials, made of wood by a carpenter, and it was very delicate, obviously specially made.
It was specially made to watch a show!
There were not many people like this, and it was even rarer to have such a gigolo and be so unconventional — — Chu Yang's kindred spirit, the gigolo Wei Xian!
He was also a joker!
"This gigolo has already sat down casually, my kindred spirit, you can start your performance!"
Wei Xian sat on the stool casually, like a local rich man ordering opera singers to start the performance.
"Wait, wait, my performance hasn't started yet, how can you guys start in advance?"
As soon as Wei Xian's voice fell, there was an unconventional voice not far away, and then four or five young people dressed in gold and silver flew over and landed next to Wei Xian..
Among these four or five people, one of them was holding a folding fan. He thought that he was cool and unrestrained as he fanned himself. His pair of sharp eyes immediately stared at Chu Yang. He poked his finger and loudly shouted, "Hey, Song Tangming, you have big guts. You actually dared to have designs on Xiao Xiang's talented girl. Did you get the permission of this rich man? Be careful or I'll smash you to death with money!"
Another clown, stealing the show in all sorts of ways!
Since when was of these jokers?
Chu Yang couldn't help but cast a sidelong glance at this clown.
Xia Wanjin!!!
Since when did this guy become like this?!
He was very surprised. What surprised him the most was that Xia Wanjin was already a Ninth Level Saint. Furthermore, he was definitely a very powerful one.
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