Chat Group: People in Douluo Continent wreak havoc across the heavens

Chapter 6: Laugh at Xiao Yan's lack of strategy, and Naiqi's lack of intelligence.

After the chat group was bombarded with messages from Lu Xian.

A long silence ensued.

No one spoke again.

Lu Xueqi and Yan Lingji, being ancient people, might not understand some of the vocabulary, but after careful consideration, they could roughly grasp the meaning.

As for Xiao Yan and Ye Fan, they were a bit dumbfounded.

This melon is quite big!

Why doesn't Tang Daxian, who is supposed to be able to predict the future, come out and explain?

Could it be that what Lu Xian said was true?

In the Dou Qi Continent, in Wutan City, at the Xiao family's residence.

Xiao Yan looked blank, questioning the meaning of life.

"Am I really that stupid, getting scammed without even realizing it?"

[Xiao Yan: Great Immortal, Great Immortal, are you there?]

[Xiao Yan: Great Immortal, say something!]

[The all-knowing fortune teller, Tang Daxian: Of course I'm here. Don't believe his nonsense; he's just throwing mud at us.]

Tang Sangui was somewhat panicked. Of course, he couldn't admit these things in the group chat, otherwise all his previous efforts would be ruined, and he would be resented by Xiao Yan and the others.

[Lu Xian: Throwing dirty water? You dare to challenge me!]

[Lu Xian: You bastard, you still won't admit it.]

[Lu Xian: You can fool those little cuties all you want, but you dare to try and fool me? I'm really giving you a hard time!]

[Lu Xian: Chat groups usually have the ability to travel between worlds. You bastard, you better pray you don't run into me when you travel through time, or I'll smash your head into a dog's head!]

Lu Xian's hands were really itching right now. If he didn't know how to time travel, he would bring his wolf-tooth steel needle sword and come to his door to provide a one-stop service.

[The all-knowing fortune teller, Tang Daxian: Your world is nothing but a fantasy floor tile; what right do you have to provoke me? You accuse me of swindling and deceiving; do you have any evidence?]

Tang Sangui's face was gloomy. He had been provoked time and time again. Now that all his secrets had been exposed and the pretense of being a master had been broken, he would no longer pretend to be a master.

The two have become enemies and are bound to clash.

He now has to rally allies, turn black into white, and attack this time traveler from every angle.

He was in the group earlier than the other party and had the advantage of having acquaintances. As long as there is no evidence to prove that he was swindling, there is still room for maneuver. Xiao Yan and Lu Xueqi still have a chance to stand on his side.

[Xiao Yan: Great Immortal, what are fantasy floor tiles?]

[The shrewd and calculating Tang Daxian: Fantasy worlds are generally divided into high, medium, and low tiers. If Ye Fan's world is considered fantasy, it should be high-tier. Your Dou Qi Continent is medium-tier. As for the Douluo Continent, it's not even low-tier. The strongest God-King level in the Douluo Continent sounds impressive, but in reality, it's hard to say whether they can even defeat someone in Ye Fan's world who has just started cultivating at the Sea of ​​Wheels Realm.]

[The shrewd and cunning Tang Daxian: Hehe, everyone should remember to take good care of the group members in this fantasy floor tile world, otherwise, who knows when he might accidentally disappear.]

Tang Sangui seemed to be asking the group members to take care of Lu Xian, but in reality, he was subtly mocking and belittling Lu Xian's world to elevate himself and maintain his authority in the group chat.

[Lu Xian: My world right now is a fantasy world, that's true. So, may I ask, what about your world?]

[Lu Xian: Let me guess, you haven't transmigrated, you're still on Earth, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have tricked Huo Huo into giving you a method for cultivating battle qi.]

[Lu Xian: That's an interesting deduction!]

[Lu Xian: You joined the group more than a month before me, and you're cultivating the battle qi that Huo Huo gave you. More than a month? That's hilarious! Have you even reached the first stage of battle qi yet?]

[Lu Xian: Come to think of it, you're just a cow or horse on a parallel Earth. Cows moo, horses neigh, you little cow or horse, how laughable!]

[Lu Xian: You'd probably have a hard time finding a girlfriend, right? Are you short, poor, and ugly in real life? Or a fat, nerdy guy?]

[Lu Xian: Can you afford the bride price, little brother? If not, why don't you just steal Ye Hei's Mercedes parked on Mount Tai? Ye Hei doesn't want it anymore anyway!]

Ye Fan was drinking water when he saw this message in the group chat, and he immediately spat it out.

They stole my Mercedes!

That's going too far!

[Lu Xian: You call me a fantasy floor tile? Heh!]

[Lu Xian: But I'm having a lot of fun on this fantasy floor tile side, starting with a heavily injured beauty. How about you?]

[Lu Xian: Look at yourself, you pathetic sight!]

Lu Xian's mouth is truly sharp.

After all, he used to be a gangster in Zaun; if he wasn't ruthless enough, he couldn't even protect his horse.

That really hurts, bro!

These words really hit home. Tang Sangui was furious and flew into a rage. But he really was like that now, and what was said about him was pretty much true.

[Lu Xian: By the way, I'm wearing... well, those fantasy floor tiles you mentioned, they don't seem to have anything to do with me.]

[The all-knowing fortune teller, Tang Daxian: So what if I'm physically possessed? So what if I'm possessed by another soul? A fantasy floor tile is still a fantasy floor tile!]

[The shrewd and calculating Tang Daxian: If you transmigrated to such a low-level world, what future do you think you could have?]

[The all-knowing fortune teller Tang Daxian: You're not qualified to oppose me!]

Tang San Gui was truly out of control, smashing things in his room to vent his anger. If the chat group weren't conducted using telepathy instead of keyboards, he probably would have smashed the keyboards too.

[Lu Xueqi: You guys have been arguing for a while now, it's time to shut up. We're all group members, let's stop here.]

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Xiaozhufeng.

Lu Xueqi stood on the edge of a cliff, dancing with her sword under the moonlight. Her figure was graceful, her swordsmanship elegant, and her slightly immature face carried a hint of helplessness.

The constant notifications in the chat group were getting on her nerves. She was kind-hearted and felt that once she joined the group, they were friends. She thought that if the argument continued like this, no matter who won in the end, it would be awkward if they saw each other again.

[Ye Fan: You're mistaken, upstairs. If what Brother Lu Xian said is true, things would have escalated far beyond this point. I, Ye Fan, am not someone to be trifled with.]

Inside the Yandu Inn, Ye Fan stared at the chat group interface, his brows slightly furrowed. Although he appeared to be just a delicate and quiet teenager, his mind was that of someone nearly thirty. He had his own thoughts and was analyzing the words of the two people.

[Xiao Yan: So is it real or fake? They're arguing back and forth, I can't tell! I really can't tell!]

[Ye Fan: I think what Brother Lu Xian said is more true. Haven't you noticed that this charlatan's persona has completely collapsed?]

[Ye Fan: If someone were truly a master, would they be able to engage in verbal abuse with others in a group chat?]

[Ye Fan: On the contrary, Brother Lu Xian said that he was a high school student before he transmigrated. Young people are usually impetuous, and I think his actions are quite in line with his character. I didn't see any flaws, so I think it's more likely that what he said is true.]

More importantly, Ye Fan felt that this Lu Xian seemed to know the rest of the group quite well. Although he had said some harsh things before, such as that their IQ was questionable and that he had a sharp tongue, he was still very honest and at least he didn't pretend to be mysterious.

[Lu Xian: Oh, so the future Ye Hei Ye Heavenly Emperor has finally figured it out?]

[Lu Xian: Huo Huo, it really wasn't wrong of me to call you Crouching Dragon. Even now, you still can't tell who's telling the truth and who's lying.]

[Lu Xian: Naiqi too! Kindness depends on the person, whether they understand it or not. She should go down the mountain more often to experience the world, to see the coldness and warmth of human nature, the deceit and treachery!]

[Lu Xian: I'm laughing at you two! Huo Huo is reckless, and Nai Qi is dim-witted!]

Xiao Yan and Lu Xueqi both turned pale upon seeing this message. "We even sent you red envelopes before!"

How dare they say that about us...

[Lu Xian: @Xiao Yan, it's actually very simple to find out if it's true or false.]

[Lu Xian: @Xiao Yan, that bastard stole your ring. That ring contained a soul entity—the most powerful eighth-grade alchemist in your world, a peak Dou Zun expert. He absorbed your Dou Qi for three years, originally intending to compensate you by taking you as his disciple and teaching you. In the future, with his help, you would gradually rise to the top and become a leading expert on the Dou Qi Continent. But now the ring has been stolen. You understand what I mean?]

[Xiao Yan: How do you know all this?]

[Lu Xian: Never mind how I know this, you need to understand one thing now: your opportunity is gone!]

[Lu Xian: If you still don't believe me, it's simple. Just make that charlatan return the ring to you, and you'll naturally see that spirit entity. Then you'll know whether what I said is true or not.]

[Lu Xian: I bet that ring is still in the red envelope and he hasn't taken it out. Otherwise, that spirit form of Yao Lao wouldn't be a pushover; he could easily kill him.]

[Lu Xian: In short, once we get the ring back, the whole truth will come to light.]

[Lu Xian: @Master Tang, you're not going to say the ring is gone, are you? That excuse doesn't hold water.]

Lu Xian sneered.

Don't you need evidence?

I wonder how you'll counter this deadly move?

Tang Sangui's face was now as black as ink. Lu Xian's move was too ruthless, cutting off his escape route.

(End of this chapter)