Especially when the other party was burly, tall and mighty, while he was fat, short and skinny, the strong contrast made him swallow his saliva and take two steps back involuntarily, not daring to get too close to the other party.
"Who do you think I am? Huh?" Guan Xilin snorted in a calm voice, and all the pressure from his profound strength was released at this moment. The powerful pressure pressed directly against the fat man, making him break out in a cold sweat.
"This is a matter between our Zhao family and their store. Who are you? Why are you taking the lead?"
A deep voice suddenly came from behind the crowd. Upon hearing this voice, the fat man was instantly delighted, with excitement in his eyes: "Brother! Brother, I'm here!"
Guan Xilin and Du Fan looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the crowd was pushed aside by a team of guards. The guards were escorting a middle-aged man in fancy clothes towards them.
"Master." When the guards saw the middle-aged man, they immediately bowed their heads and saluted respectfully.
At this time, Guan Xilin and Du Fan looked at this man calmly. They saw that he was a strong man in the initial stage of Feixian, with an imposing aura, sharp and captivating. When he walked over, his eyes were fixed on Guan Xilin.
"Brother, these people are going too far! You must teach them a lesson, otherwise, the reputation of our Zhao family will be in jeopardy!" The fat man was adding oil to the fire, as if he was afraid that the matter was not big enough.
"Du Fan, tell them who I am. Do I have the right to manage things here?" Guan Xilin said to Du Fan behind him without turning his head.
"Yes." Du Fan responded, walked forward and said, "This is my eldest young master. If he doesn't have the power to manage things, who else has the power to manage things?"
"Oh? Are you the eldest son of this shop? The owner?" The man who was called the owner said in a calm voice. He looked at Guan Xilin inconspicuously with his bright eyes, and then smiled and said, "Are you a mercenary? Your aura is very similar to that of the murderous mercenaries who travel around to take on missions."
What he meant was that he saw Guan Xilin as a Xuanli cultivator and did not take him seriously. After all, in the eyes of spiritual cultivators, Xuanli cultivators were inferior. They only knew strength and were not to be feared at all. No matter how powerful they were, it was difficult for Xuan cultivators to be compared with their spiritual cultivators.
Although he saw that Guan Xilin was fierce and majestic, he just looked down on him. Therefore, there was a hint of contempt in his words, and he even bluntly called him a mercenary who was running around outside and risking his life to make a living.
Guan Xilin understood the meaning of his words, so he raised his head and laughed out loud: "Hahahahaha!"
Upon seeing this, the head of the family frowned slightly, as if puzzled: "What are you laughing at?" This man is so arrogant and presumptuous. He is just a Xuan cultivator, but he dares to be so arrogant in front of him, a powerful Feixian. He really doesn't know what he is talking about.
Guan Xilin stopped laughing, glanced at the head of the family with a half-smile, and said, "I laugh. Although I don't know what family you are from, but judging from your eyesight and your words and deeds, you must not be a respected noble family."
He paused, and saw that the owner's face suddenly darkened, and he seemed a little angry and sinister. He smiled and said, "I advise you to leave quickly and don't cause trouble here, otherwise..."