But he said that when those sullen scholars loudly said that Ye Xue was not a good warrior, the warrior who was sitting next to them still clenched his fists and endured it.
What they want in their hearts is that they don’t want to compete with those ugly scholars who can’t lift their hands or do anything with their shoulders... They have different paths and don’t want to work with each other. As for those ugly scholars, they wish they could be two people who would never intersect with them.
Parallel lines…
The sour scholar speaks ill of the warriors - argue with them? You can't speak with their mouths; use force? Those sour scholars have such weak little bodies... Oh, I beat them to death with one fist, but in the end I didn't harm myself...
Just bear with it!
Bear with it!
Tolerate……
The warriors who couldn't stand the words of the sour scholar kept enduring it. They either left directly; or they talked to each other without listening to them... In short, most of these warriors knew that the Suzaku Empire had not paid much attention to their warriors in recent years.
Get up, but there are too many literati who serve as high-ranking officials...
It's a small thing to hurt a few bad scholars, but it's like thousands of years ago, when literature was valued and martial arts was despised...
Warriors of the Suzaku Empire, be afraid!
*****
Although these warriors were tolerant, those acid scholars became even more aggressive. In the end, they even uttered the word "forbidden martial arts".
Now, even a warrior can't bear it anymore.
As soon as the word "forbidden martial arts" was uttered, the male and female warriors at the table closest to the sour scholar smashed the Eight Immortals table into pieces with one palm, pointed angrily at the scholars, and began to curse.
But they said that these sour scholars were not very old, and were among the proud young people. And they originally looked down on warriors from the bottom of their hearts, thinking that they had well-developed limbs, loved to cause trouble, and had little merit. How could they tolerate warriors like this?
abuse.
The warrior felt insulted by the sour scholar, and the sour scholar also felt humiliated by the warrior... In this way, the people at the two tables started to quarrel.
In the end, the warrior rolled up his sleeves. But those bitter scholars were afraid of the warrior's fist, but did not want to shrink in front of the public and hurt their own face. So one scholar was called by others to report to the official, and the remaining scholars pointed out
In front of the warriors, he still humiliated those "simple-minded" warriors without using any curse words.
...The two sides were scolding each other like this, and it looked like they were about to start a fight. Some of the sensible people wanted to ask the shopkeeper to persuade them, but the shopkeeper was so frightened that he hid under the counter.
*****
The sour scholar pointed at the warrior who rolled up his sleeves and said arrogantly: "If you have the ability, touch me... I tell you, if I lose a hair on my body, I will prevent you from leaving this teahouse..."
But he said that when the tall and burly warrior, who was originally full of anger, heard the sour scholar's words, all his understanding was thrown out of his mind.
He stepped forward with his big foot, and dust flew up from the ground. The sour scholar felt a strong wind blowing across his face and it hurt.
The warrior's fist hit the sour scholar, and the sour scholar could only watch helplessly as the fist moved from far to near, getting bigger from small...
The martial artist is tall and burly; the sour scholar is extremely weak... Not to mention that the warrior who attacks has internal strength. Even ordinary outside masters, this sour scholar cannot withstand a punch.
Seeing that the sour scholar was about to be hit by that fist, the crowd of onlookers immediately screamed. They could imagine that if the sour scholar had been hit by that punch, most of his life would have been lost...