These three young men were incredibly arrogant.
They didn't even take Qin Heng seriously, let alone Nie Xiaochen, the eldest son of the Nie family; they seemed even less concerned about him, more like they were deliberately provoking!
"Wen Hong, Wen Ying!" Nie Xiaochen frowned, looking at the three, and said sternly, "You came here to attend the Martial Dao gathering hosted by my Nie family, not to cause trouble! This gentleman is a friend of my Nie family. What is the meaning of this!"
"What?" Wen Hong, a handsome and tall young man, glanced at Qin Heng and laughed loudly. "Hahaha! Your Nie family's friend? This poor little guy, whose whole outfit isn't worth more than five hundred yuan, with an unstable gait and lacking any real martial arts skills? Are you blind!"
