Chapter 1650: Narcissism

"Brother Meteo, why don't you speak?"
The blue-red-robed youth Hao Zhan glanced around and found that almost everyone around him had spoken and praised him. Even if he didn't praise him, he was full of flattering smiles.
As for the younger brother standing next to him, he frowned from beginning to end, which made his scalp numb.
"Brother, I think Lord Duanmu and Lord Nangong shouldn't be here for you..."
"They should have brought the young man behind them in white specially..."
Haomei took a heavy breath, her eyes narrowed involuntarily, appearing very heavy.
As soon as Haoyu said it, everyone around him began to accuse and laugh...
As for the blue and red robe youth, Hao Zhan's complexion is even darker... Isn't this openly slapping him in the face and not giving him face? Is this so bearable?
"Brother Meteo, don't talk if you don't understand, no one will treat you as dumb!"
"I have never seen the young man behind him. Obviously he is not a young master from any powerful force in the Sky High Sanctuary. Ha ha... an ordinary person, you think you can be treated like a cardinal and an acting cardinal. Huh? It's ridiculous!"
As the blue-red-robed youth Hao Zhan spoke, his contemptuous tone became heavier, and then he held his head high. He had always been so confident that he felt that the cardinal and the acting cardinal were here for him.
Thinking like this in his heart, the blue and red robe youth Hao Zhan hurriedly greeted him.
"Master Duanmu, Master Nangong, I am the third son of Haotian Pavilion Pavilion Master Hao Zhan..."
With a smile on his face, Hao Zhan stood in front and blocked the path of Fang Fan and others.
"Ok."
Duanmuding and Nangonglei hum at the same time, there is no nonsense.
At this moment, Nangong Lei wanted to let Fang Fan pass the faith level test and then become a member of the Temple of the Bright Alliance.
As for Duan Muding, he was still thinking about how he should get away, how to completely separate this matter from himself.
Hao Zhan, who was suddenly left out in the cold, was a little uncomfortable. Seeing that Duan Muding and Nangong Lei had already gone far, he said in his heart:
"Is it because they didn't hear their words clearly?"
"Yeah, I must have spoken too quietly just now, and the crowd here is too noisy to hear clearly...it seems reasonable!"
"After all, they are here specifically for me, and it is impossible to be so cold towards me..."
The blue-red-robed youth Hao Zhan felt this way, and immediately reorganized his clothes and strode forward...
This time, summing up the previous lessons, he deliberately raised his voice by several decibels...
"Master Duanmu, Master Nangong!"
"I am the third son of the Haotian Pavilion Master Hao Zhan!"
A roar, indeed attracted the attention of Duanmuding and Nangong Lei.
Nangong Lei frowned slightly, and said nothing.
And Duan Muding was like a rooster with exploded hair, with a grumpy expression on his face at the moment.
"Is the bishop deaf? The temple of faith, who made you yell? There are no rules!"
"Get me back and go in line! No courtesy! Really the temple is where you want to be arrogant? Want to arrogantly go back to your Haotian Pavilion!"
"Looking back, I want to ask Pavilion Master Haotian, how on earth he raised his son! No education at all!"
Duanmuding stared at his eyes, like an angry lion.
He was at a critical moment of thinking just now and was suddenly interrupted. Naturally, he couldn't feel better.