Chapter 402: Change of Attitude

Murong Guangzhao just walked into Beidou Inn, casually and naturally, ignoring the old man beside him.

Everyone couldn't help laughing when they saw this scene, and their faces showed a very wonderful look. The old man's name was Bai Xiao, and he had a very high status among the disciples. He was arrogant on weekdays, relying on his long years of practice to bully others. I didn't expect that he would have such a day, which was really gratifying.

"This is Murong Guangzhao, Bai Xiao was defeated..." Liu Shan laughed in his heart. Everyone knew that Murong Guangzhao was upright, and Bai Xiao actually said such words, which was really asking for trouble.

Bai Xiao's face was as ugly as it could be, and the lines on his face were almost twisted together. In front of so many people, Murong Guangzhao didn't even give him a little face. It was too presumptuous. However, due to Murong Guangzhao's identity, he could only endure it. After all, the Murong family still had great power in Beidou City.

I saw the disciples of the Beidou Xingchen Pavilion walk out one by one, with great momentum, strolling towards the void, and their eyes swept over a Tianjiao, as if they were selecting something.

From now on, until the end of the selection, they will accompany the Tianjiao they receive. The stronger the Tianjiao they receive, the more rewards the Beidou Xingchen Pavilion will give them. During this period, the Tianjiao can make any request to them, as long as it is within their ability, it will be satisfied.

Therefore, the Beidou Xingchen Pavilion is nominally for receiving Tianjiao, but in fact it is a process of mutual selection, each taking what they need.

"Mr. Nangong." A voice came out, and I saw a middle-aged man in a star robe walking towards a Tianjiao. He smiled and said, "Mr. Nangong, I have some friendship with your father. I wonder if you are willing to let me receive you?"

Nangong Cang, the eleventh on the Star List, has practiced for more than fifty years, which is enough to be called a Tianjiao. He has a prominent reputation among the younger generation and is a treasure in the eyes of many Beidou Xingchen Pavilion disciples.

Nangong Cang heard his name, turned around and looked at the disciple, his expression paused slightly, looked him up and down, and said: "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, but he still maintained a calm attitude and smiled: "My name is Han Ling, and I have some friendship with your father Nangong Hao. Young Master Nangong is very talented, and he is really a young man to be feared. I am ashamed."

Nangong Cang showed a trace of thought and asked: "May I ask how you rank among the disciples?"

After saying this, Han Ling's eyes suddenly stagnated, and he immediately looked embarrassed. He did not respond, as if it was difficult to speak.

Not only the Tianjiao, but also the disciples of Beidou Xingchen Pavilion have corresponding rankings. This ranking is mainly compiled based on the strength and talent of the disciples. Although it is not absolute, it has a certain persuasiveness. Many Tianjiao use this to choose whether the disciples they receive are strong.

Nangong Cang saw Han Ling's reaction clearly. Nangong Cang understood it immediately. His eyes were cold and he looked away. He said with his hands behind his back, "It seems that your status is not high. Please go back."

Being rejected so directly by Nangong Cang, the middle-aged man felt a little embarrassed. He thought he might be rejected, but he didn't expect Nangong Cang to choose such a direct way, leaving no room for maneuver.

Still unwilling in his heart, Han Ling spoke again: "Although my ranking is average, my real strength is not much different from those core disciples, and your father is the same as me..."

Before Han Ling finished speaking, Nangong Cang waved his hand impatiently to interrupt him, saying lightly: "My father is such a person, and he has so many friends. You should weigh your own strength before speaking."

After the voice fell, Nangong Cang left here with a wave of his sleeves and walked down, leaving Han Ling alone there, not caring about the latter's extremely ugly face at all.

Looking at Nangong Cang's proud departure, Han Ling's eyes flashed with a few cold rays, revealing a terrible murderous intent, which lowered the temperature around him.

He had already lowered his posture enough, but Nangong Cang still spoke to him in such a condescending manner, and his words were simply arrogant to the extreme. Although Han Ling was not an extraordinary disciple, he was also a Yuan King. If he was placed in other places, he would be able to rule a place. When had he ever been insulted like this? The anger in his heart was almost uncontrollable.

"Wait, I will definitely repay the humiliation today a hundredfold!" Han Ling stared at Nangong Cang like a venomous snake, with murderous intent.

Not all disciples went out. On the contrary, most of them were some disciples ranked in the middle and lower reaches. Those truly extraordinary disciples stood still and did not move. With their status, they did not need to look for the geniuses themselves. The geniuses would come to them.

Nangong Cang came to the disciples, his eyes swept over the indifferent faces, and finally fell on one person, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

He had seen this disciple at the banquet set up by his father. He clearly remembered that this person came with an extraordinary temperament, crushing all the guests. Even his father treated him with great courtesy and praised him.

With his father's strength at the peak of Yuan Wang, he obviously would not show such respect for a mere Yuan Wang. So there is only one possibility, this person has an extraordinary identity.

At that time, Nangong Cang was guessing what this person's identity was. Now he finally understood that this person was from Beidou Xingchen Pavilion. In this case, his status among the disciples must be very high. Only in this way can his father's attitude towards him be explained.

A smile flashed in Nangong Cang's eyes. If he could be received by this person, it would be of great benefit to him. His father would be extremely happy if he knew about it, so he walked in the direction of the person, with a faint smile on his lips.

Han Ling has been watching Nangong Cang's movements. He is not willing to give in. He must see how Nangong Cang is rejected.

When he saw the direction Nangong Cang was walking in, his pupils shrank slightly, as if he was a little surprised, and murmured: "Liu Shan?"

The direction Nangong Cang walked was exactly where Liu Shan was. The person he saw at the banquet that day was Liu Shan.

Liu Shan sensed someone walking towards him, and his eyes flashed, just in time to see Nangong Cang coming. Nangong Cang stopped, bowed to Liu Shan and said: "Nangong Cang, my father Nangong Hao, I once held a I met senior at the banquet. I wonder if senior can receive me? "

Nangong Cang's voice was loud, and everyone around him heard it clearly. Han Ling naturally heard it too. His face was ashen and angry, and he wanted to slap Nangong Cang to death with one palm.

How humble he was in order to gain Nangong Cang's approval, yet Nangong Cang was so arrogant and arrogant, ruthlessly rejecting him without any mercy, and even made sarcastic remarks to him.

Nowadays, in order to gain Liu Shan's recognition, Nangong Cang behaves in a humble and courteous manner. There is no trace of the arrogance he had before. The change between before and after is staggering.

This is the gap between the strong and the weak. The strong are respected by others, and even if they are indifferent, they will still be praised by others, while the weak will still be humiliated even if they lower their posture.