The Most Powerful Bodyguard Chapter 1085: Philanderer

Huh?

Yang Yan felt a bit strange, but he could tell that most of the people here were just ordinary people.

Seeing soone fly for the first ti, being shocked is understandable.

However, as Yang Yan landed at the back of a long queue, sothing strange happened.

The person standing in front of him saw him flying down and imdiately bowed with a face full of fear.

A few young people who arrived from behind kept a respectful distance from him.

The space for about ten people was empty, yet no one dared to cut in line.

Just as Yang Yan was puzzled, he saw a steward whispering to an Outer Sect disciple in blue robes at the front of the platform.

The Outer Sect disciple imdiately nodded, mounted his flying sword, and hurried to the back of the queue.

This action made tens of thousands of people in the queue turn their heads, even the people in the adjacent queues were curious and craning their necks.

Yang Yan then saw that the person was coming in his direction.

While he was still confused, the blue-robed Outer Sect disciple had already landed beside him, respectfully saying:

"Senior Brother, you can take the test first."

"Oh, why is that? Also, why do you call Senior Brother?"

Yang Yan asked, feeling a bit puzzled.

The Outer Sect disciple looked up at Yang Yan, realizing he couldn't see through Yang Yan's cultivation level, which confird his speculation even more.

He was a top-tier Outer Sect disciple at the fifth level of Qi Cultivation, one step away from becoming an Inner Sect disciple.

If he couldn't see through Yang Yan's cultivation, then Yang Yan's strength could be imagined.

"Senior Brother, your strength is already sufficient, I believe the test for you is just a formality."

"With your strength, you'll definitely be an Inner Sect disciple after entering the sect, so calling you Senior Brother first gives an advantage!"

This Outer Sect disciple seed much more agreeable than Sun Hai.

Since he could openly cut in line, Yang Yan naturally wouldn't play the gentleman's ga.

He laughed and nodded, responding:

"If that's the case, then thank you, Junior Brother."

Yang Yan blended into the environnt and adapted to his identity, quite skillfully.

Thus, under the envious gazes of others, Yang Yan followed the blue-robed disciple to soar directly onto the platform.

"Steward Yu, I've brought him."

After the blue-robed disciple landed, he bowed respectfully to the steward who was conducting tests in the middle.

"Hmm!"

Though her voice sounded ethereal and lodious.

She's actually a woman?

Yang Yan couldn't help but look up at the steward in the middle.

She was wearing a black steward's uniform, which seed quite large compared to her petite figure.

However, it still couldn't hide the well-developed size of her bust.

Yang Yan silently calculated in his mind, estimating that this woman's size should be similar to soone he knew, perhaps the feel would be...

As Yang Yan shalessly lowered his gaze towards her, Steward Yu happened to finish testing the person in front of her.

"Spiritless Body, next."

As soon as she spoke, she looked up and saw Yang Yan staring straight at her private parts.

The person declared to have a Spiritless Body, indicating no cultivation aptitude, was leaving dejectedly when suddenly a loud shout startled him so much he nearly collapsed.

"You! Get back!"

Yang Yan was taken aback, looking at Steward Yu in front of him.

Several Outer Sect disciples behind the platform looked at him with expressions of mourning.

Yang Yan took a look, and it was quite a sight.

In view was a patch of pure white skin, a long white neck, quite captivating.

Going further up, the complexion was comparable to snow.

Beautiful eyes clear as water embodied a lively spirit.

A lovely and delicate nose, with cherry lips adorning, and cute little ears, a few strands of loose hair flowed gently from her forehead.

Yang Yan found himself montarily srized.

Though he had seen many beauties, this kind was definitely the first in his experience.

One of those beauty classes befitting reverence.

But sothing seed off with this stunning face.

That faint anger under Yang Yan's unabashed gaze finally turned into a thunderous explosion.

The woman raised her hand angrily and said:

"How dare you keep looking at ? Get back in line! Who allowed you to cut in?"

The blue-robed disciple who brought Yang Yan was shocked at her words.

He looked at Yang Yan with an expression suggesting he was helpless and that Yang Yan should fend for himself, and quickly lowered his head.

Others might not know Steward Yu's identity and temperant, but they surely do.

"Uh... Sorry, miss, I'm just struck by your beauty, I've never seen such a gorgeous woman..."

Complints never fail.

This was Yang Yan's approach.

To his surprise, the blue-robed disciples' expressions toward him changed imdiately.

That was...

Gloating?

"Pah! You look like a scoundrel! Even if you are extrely talented, I wouldn't accept you as a disciple of Ancient Abyss Sect! Now, get back in line!"

Steward Yu seed greatly provoked, trembling and pointing angrily towards the back of the queue.

"Alright."

A sensible man doesn't fight with a woman, seeing her like this, Yang Yan was worried he'd be kicked out any mont.

He still didn't understand this place, it's better to stay and figure things out slowly.

Yet just as Yang Yan turned to return to the queue, an interruption occurred.

Just as he flew back a short distance, a loud voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.

Judging by the direction, it was aid at Yang Yan.

"Hey friend, since you're queuing, why not queue with us!"

Yang Yan turned towards the voice, it was from near the front of the queue, a lavishly dressed Fatty speaking to him from below.

There's more.

Judging by the crowd around, these were all lavishly dressed, and seed not bothered to queue.

Suddenly gathered in front, chatting in groups.

The kids who seed like they belonged to the Cold Race behind them didn't dare provoke them, maintaining a noticeable distance.

"This doesn't seem right?"

Yang Yan said it wasn't right, but he paused in mid-air.

He genuinely wasn't cutting in line, but rather being polite!

"Haha! What's wrong with that? It's just a formality, why queue for so long?"

The lavishly dressed Fatty laughed, a small silver flying sword revolved in the air.

The Fatty leapt onto it, astonishingly flew towards Yang Yan.

Yang Yan was curious how this Fatty balanced on such a small sword.

Upon closer look as the Fatty approached, Yang Yan saw his clothing was embroidered with dragons!