Wu Bei said coldly: "Are you the son of the Holy Lord? Very good, you stay, and the others will inform the Holy Lord. I want to see where this Holy Lord has the courage to dare to trouble me again and again!
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The young man was shocked. If Wu Bei dared to say that, he really didn't take his father seriously. He immediately said: "Your Excellency, there is a misunderstanding. We do not..."
"Snapped"
Wu Bei slapped the man and sent him flying several meters. The young man fell to the ground, half of his face was broken, and he screamed in pain.
"Did I ask you to speak?" Wu Bei stared at him.
The young man felt a chill in his heart. He didn't even dare to scream anymore. He quickly silenced his voice and shed tears unsatisfactorily.
Wu Bei looked at the other three people: "You three, choose one of you to inform that Holy Lord!"
The three of them immediately knew that they were definitely no match for Wu Bei. One of them reacted the fastest. He took a few steps forward and said, "I am willing to go."
Wu Beidao: "You'd better come back. I can't see the Holy Master today, so I'll just wait to collect your young master's body!"
The man left in a hurry, and the three remaining people looked at each other. They never expected to meet such a fierce and powerful person!
They had long noticed the Feng Shui bureau here, so they inquired about Wu Bei's identity and found out that he was a local rich man with some influence, and he was also the head of Tianlong.
But they didn't pay much attention to Dragon Head. No matter how strong Dragon Head was, how could he be as strong as Holy Lord? But they never expected that Dragon Head itself was so powerful. He could kill even the most powerful of them with one punch.
The strong one!
Wu Bei said coldly: "Kneel down."
The three of them knelt on the ground obediently without any temper at all.
Wu Bei asked: "Who is the Holy Lord you are talking about?"
The young man said: "My father is the patriarch of the Holy Sect, and people outside generally call him the Holy Master."
"Shengzong? Is it in Kunlun?" he asked.
"The Shengzong is one of the hermit tribes. There was once a saint who lived in seclusion in Jidong Province."
Wu Bei sneered: "It turns out they are from the Yin tribe. High-profile Yin tribes like you are probably rare."
The young man said: "My son's family has the decrees of saints and sacred vessels, so it is supported by the country."
Wu Bei knew that the surname "Zi" had a lot of origins. Today, surnames are unified and there is no difference. In ancient times, surnames were different.
Wu Bei: "You dare to come and steal my Feng Shui bureau because of the sage's decree?"
The young man cried sadly: "Longshou, I know I was wrong."
Wu Bei asked him: "Do you know the difference between a saint and a mortal?"
The young man said: "Have a sacred heart and understand the holy way."
Wu Bei: "That's just something superficial. The reason why saints are called saints is because they have released the shackles of blood, so your surname is qualified to be called the Holy Sect."
The young man was surprised: "How do you know?"
The bloodline shackles are a secret that only the Holy Sect knows. It is never told to outsiders, not even the few people around him know about it.
Wu Bei: "If I guessed correctly, your Holy Lord must have inherited part of the saint's bloodline."
The young man knew he couldn't hide it, so he could only say: "My father only inspired less than one percent of the holy power."
The two were talking when they saw a piece of purple light coming from the northeast. In the purple light, stood a middle-aged man with a big face and big ears, and his aura was as strong as the sky.
Purple light flashed in his eyes, and a strong sense of oppression continued to fall on Wu Bei. Wu Bei saw that a humanoid shadow appeared faintly behind this person, holding a book in his hand, his forehead raised high, and he turned the page.
He has a big nose and mouth, two ears hanging down from his shoulders, his hands are above his knees, and a long beard reaches his chest. Countless words revolve around him, emitting thousands of rays of light.
This man's power was too strong. Wu Bei frowned slightly. Isn't this man a master whose reputation will be passed down through the ages?
He was about to use his energy to resist, when suddenly, the power of Li's bloodline was stimulated and surged out one after another.
His body quickly rose into the sky, more than ten meters higher than the opponent. Behind him, a shadow also appeared. An old man was seen riding on a green bull, holding a cane, and a golden light emitted from the back of his head.
The rhyme of the Tao circulates, the symbols of civilization disappear, and the momentum is not inferior to that of the opponent in the slightest.
The middle-aged man was shocked when he saw this scene. There were portraits of the sages of the past dynasties in his holy sect. He recognized at a glance that the shadow behind Wu Bei was Taoist Li Er, known among the people as Taishang Laojun!
The middle-aged man hurriedly saluted and said: "It turns out that he is the descendant of Lao Jun's blood. I'm disrespectful! I'm silent, Ji Dongzi!"
Wu Beidao: "Your Excellency is the successor of Master, no wonder he calls himself the Holy Sect. I am Li Xuanbei, whose pseudonym is Wu Bei."
Zi fell to the ground without saying a word, glanced at the young man, and sighed: "Back then, the holy ancestor paid homage to Laojun and took him as his teacher. How dare you offend his descendants?"
The young man cried sadly: "Father, I know I was wrong."
Wu Bei: "Mr. Zi, your son led people to severely injure my followers, and also wanted to take over my Seven-Star Dragon King Bureau. That's all. Some time ago, I opened a historic site, and it was your people who went there."
Zi Buyu smiled bitterly and said: "It's all a coincidence, Brother Li, you and I wouldn't know each other without fighting. After today, we know each other, and something like this will never happen again."
As the direct descendant of Master, Zi Buyu has opened up the mysterious power in his bloodline and thinks very highly of himself. But Wu Bei is not bad either. He has opened up the bloodline of Laojun, who is the ancestor of Taoism, and his status is not weaker than that of Master.
Therefore, he immediately put down his hostility and turned to wanting to make friends with Wu Bei.
Wu Beidao: "Easy to say."
Zi said with a smile: "Brother Li, I just fell from the sky. This Seven-Star Dragon King situation is no small matter. This kind of skill is admirable. Quanzi also wanted to seek this situation to please me. I have offended many people, so please forgive me."
Wu Bei: "It's just a Feng Shui tactic. This is the land of Longxing. I just follow the trend."
Zi said nothing: "I think Brother Li has an extraordinary appearance and restrained divine light. Could it be that he has reached the ultimate level of human immortality?"
Wu Bei was slightly startled. He didn't hide his vicious eyesight, and said: "I'm lucky, I just entered the extreme realm."
Zi Buyu sighed with emotion: "It's amazing. No wonder he killed my follower with one punch."
Wu Bei glanced at the big pit full of flesh and blood and said: "I couldn't suppress my anger for a moment and killed one by mistake. Please don't blame me, Mr. Zi."
Zi said with a smile: "He was the one who hurt others first, so he deserves to die."
Seeing that Zi Wuyu was a reasonable man, Wu Bei said, "Mr. Zi is a guest from far away. Why don't you come and sit at home, and I will do my best to be a landlord."
Zi silently waved his hand: "I came in a hurry and didn't bring any gifts. I'd better come visit another day."
He pointed at the young man who was still kneeling on the ground: "Please forgive me for being such a useless dog. I will punish you severely when I go back."
Wu Bei guessed that this boy should be the leader of the Confucian sect. He didn't want to offend him too much and said with a smile: "As a child, it is inevitable to guess wrong, so let's forget about it."
He glanced at the young man and asked, "What's your name?"
The young man said: "In my later life, Yan."
Wu Bei: "Ziyan, we don't know each other without fighting. You call yourself a junior, I can't let you go back empty-handed."
He took out a medicine gourd and said, "I think you have reached a bottleneck in your practice. This medicine gourd may help you break through."
This chapter has been completed!