"I...I..." Being pointed at Dongfang Badao and scolded, Taoist Master Xuanguang did not dare to refute. The other Wudang disciples were even more unbearable and lowered their heads, not daring to look at Dongfang Badao.
Is the Grand Master really that scary?
To use an analogy, for example, a third-rate master is the county magistrate, a second-rate master is the prefect, a first-rate master is the governor, a master master is the prince, and a grand master master is the emperor. If the emperor is angry and lays down millions of corpses, how can it not be terrifying?
"Ping ping ping pong..."
Ma Xiaoyao was indifferent to what was going on around him. He just dragged Nangong Mingliang and beat him violently. When his hands were tired, he would kick with his feet. When his feet were tired, he would hit him with his hands... Nangong Mingliang was now completely different.
His clothes were also torn into strips... His nosebleeds were everywhere, his tears were streaming down his face, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
"Don't hit...don't hit..." Nangong Mingliang finally got scared and began to beg for mercy with snot and tears: "I was wrong, I was really wrong, please don't hit me again, I really am."
I know I was wrong... Wuwuwu..." The dignified young patriarch of the Nangong family was so beaten that he cried bitterly and kept begging for mercy. Ma Xiaoyao was really cruel.
After learning that Dongfang Ba Dao was a master at the Grand Master level, Nangong Mingliang immediately collapsed, completely collapsed, and no longer dared to resist. He was born in the Guwu family, and he deeply understood the scarcity and terror of Grand Master masters, regardless of
Whether it is the Guwu family or the martial arts sect, as long as a great master appears, the strength of the Guwu family and the martial arts sect will soar. Even if they ride on others and shit on them, others will not dare to refute.
This is the power of the Grand Master!
Because Master Yuantian is in charge of the Shaolin Temple, no one has dared to provoke the Shaolin Temple for decades.
Since Ling Xue is in charge of the Tianshan Sect, no one dares to provoke them.
The master of Baihua Valley, Gongsun Rou, was resurrected and successfully promoted to Grand Master, which greatly increased the strength of Baihua Valley and directly surpassed other sects.
Other sects can only be a little shorter because they don't have a great master.
Because the Guwu family does not have a great master, they can only shrink their necks and live cautiously.
Originally, the world was very stable, and all the sects and the Guwu family maintained a wonderful balance. Unfortunately, this wonderful balance was broken by Ma Xiaoyao, an outlier. Since Ma Xiaoyao appeared, Shaolin Temple began to cause trouble continuously, and finally
As a result, the five major sects besieged the Shaolin Temple. It can be said that if Ma Xiaoyao had not been involved in the chaos, the five major sects would not have besieged the Shaolin Temple.
In the eyes of many people, Ma Xiaoyao is a complete scourge. Yes, Ma Xiaoyao is a scourge.
"I let you talk nonsense!"
"I'll let you be so arrogant!"
"I told you to be shameless!"
Every time Ma Xiaoyao cursed, he would kick or punch Nangong Mingliang and beat him to a miserable state.
"stop!"
There was a shout from behind.
Ma Xiaoyao ignored him and continued to beat Nangong Mingliang violently.
"Junior Brother Ma, stop!"
Abbot Wuxiang's shout came from behind.
Ma Xiaoyao can not give face to anyone, but he must give face to Abbot Wuxiang, because he owes Abbot Wuxiang a lot of favors. Ma Xiaoyao kicked Nangong Mingliang hard: "Boy, you are lucky today! You give me
Listen carefully, if you dare to talk nonsense in the future, I will smash your mouth!"
“Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowe were, Nangong and Mingliang Holding His Head in His Hands, Curling Up, Sobbing Softly, Not Daring to Say a Word.
"Swipe, swipe, swipe..."
Three men quickly rushed over from a distance. One of them was Abbot Wuxiang. Standing to the left of Abbot Wuxiang was an old Taoist priest with a tall figure and gray hair. He exuded an intimidating aura. This
The old Taoist priest is none other than Taoist Master Xuanfeng, the leader of the Wudang Sect. Standing to the right of Abbot Wuxiang is a middle-aged man wearing a long gown, with a sinister look in his eyes. This man is the patriarch of the Nangong family.
Nangong Wudi.
"Dad! You are here! My son was almost beaten to death by them. You must help your son avenge him!" Seeing his father coming, Nangong Mingliang could no longer hold back the grievances in his heart and burst into tears.
stand up.
Nangong Wudi ignored his son, but looked at Dongfang Badao solemnly, his face twitching a few times: "I don't know how Quanzi offended you, and you want to be so cruel?" Nangong Wudi spoke in a calm tone, without any anger.
My son was beaten? I'm not angry? Is Nangong Wudi so cold and heartless? Of course not, Nangong Wudi was very angry at the moment, but he could only suppress his anger and did not dare to explode, because he had already discovered that Dongfang Wudi was a
A great master. Although he is the patriarch of the Nangong family, he still dare not offend the great master.
Taoist Master Xuanfeng, the head of the Wudang Sect, was also very angry. He was a protector, and his disciples and elders were beaten up. His leader also had a disgraceful face. If it were anyone else, Taoist Master Xuanfeng
He had been angry for a long time, but facing the domineering Dongfang... Taoist Xuanfeng became a little weak. Although the Wudang sect has great achievements, there is no great master at all. The person with the highest martial arts in the entire sect is Taoist Xuanfeng, and he
He is just a master-level expert.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!" Taoist Master Xuanfeng bowed to Dongfang Badao and said politely: "I don't know where my disciples have offended the fairy. The fairy wants to punish them so harshly?" Taoist Master Xuanfeng didn't know what to do.
After much thought about how to call Dongfang Ba Dao, I finally called him "Fairy", which is a kind of respect for Dongfang Ba Dao.
"snort!"
Dongfang Baodao snorted coldly: "I never need a reason to teach people. If you are not convinced, you can argue with me now."
"Whoa!"
The faces of Nangong Mingliang and Taoist Master Xuanfeng changed at the same time. They had lowered their posture, but Dongfang Badao's words were so irritating that he didn't give them any face.
"Cough cough cough..."
Abbot Wuxiang came out to smooth things over: "Miss Dongfang, Junior Brother Ma, Junior Brother Lei, what on earth is going on? It's unprovoked, why did you start a dispute with them?"
"You'd better ask Xiaoyao." Dongfang Baodao's tone softened a bit, and he still had to give Abbot Wuxiang some face.
Abbot Wuxiang immediately turned to look at Ma Xiaoyao.
"This is what happened." Ma Xiaoyao stretched out his hand and pointed at Nangong Mingliang, whose head was covered with blood: "Dongfang and Da Zhuang and I were walking here. I picked a flower and gave it to Dongfang. This bastard suddenly appeared and insulted him wantonly.
Dongfang, no matter how bad the scolding was, I couldn't get angry anymore, so I had to beat him up... Then the disciples of the Wudang Clan came. They didn't ask for any reason, they just came up to attack us, and then all of Dongfang were knocked to the ground.
...That's what happened. In the final analysis, we were just acting in self-defense."
Justifiable defense? Taoist Master Xuanfeng's eyelids twitched and he cursed in his heart: Damn it! Can you still have some shame? A great master beats a group of ordinary disciples and calls it justifiable defense? How can there be such a shameless person in the world?
What a toy!
Nangong Wudi's face also became gloomy, and he scolded his son in his heart. He knew his son too well. He was a coward, arrogant, and relied on family power to cause trouble. Nangong Wudi had been worried about his son in the past years.
Even if he causes some minor troubles, Nangong Wudi can easily resolve them based on his identity. But today... his son provoked a great master and directly poked a hole in the sky. Nangong Wudi secretly complained, no matter how powerful he is,
There is no way to deal with a great master.
Son, son, you are truly my ancestor! Did I owe you something in my previous life?
The corners of Dongfang Badao's mouth slowly turned up, thinking: Xiaoyao's eloquence is good, and bad words can be turned into good words from his mouth!
Abbot Wuxiang's expression also became colorful: "So that's it..." Having said this, Abbot Wuxiang turned to look at Nangong Wudi: "Chief Nangong, you heard everything, right? It was your precious son who caused trouble first.
Yes, Xiaoyao and the others are just fighting back normally?"
"Retaliate normally?" Nangong Wudi twitched the corners of his mouth fiercely: "Even if my son said something outrageous, there is no need to beat him so hard, right? This is simply beating him to death! I, Nangong Wudi, only have such a son, if he
If something bad happens, won't I, Nangong Wudi, have to cut off my incest?"
"What's wrong with Broken Incense?" Dongfang Badao suddenly spoke, staring at Nangong Wudi with a pair of cold eyes: "As the saying goes: it is the son's fault if he does not teach his father! Your son is uneducated, arrogant and domineering. As a father, you are in trouble.
Shirking responsibility!”
"I..." Nangong Mingliang's face flickered, and his expression was extremely ugly. As the dignified patriarch of the Nangong family, he had a respected position. How had he ever been humiliated like this?
"What are you doing? Since you can't discipline your own son, then I'll help you discipline him! I'm going to kill him today so that he won't harm others in the future!" Having said this, Dongfang Hegemon slowly raised his palm,
A trace of terrifying coercion emanated from her body.
"Don't hurt my son!" Nangong Wudi's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly stepped in front of his son.
"roll!"
Dongfang Badao struck out with a palm, and the air around him began to tremble. Nangong Wudi only resisted for a breath before he fell away. A mouthful of blood spurted out in mid-air, and then he hit the ground hard. His face was pale, and his chest and clothes were stained with blood.
After knocking Nangong Wudi away, Dongfang Badao continued to wave towards Nangong Mingliang, who was curled up on the ground. His palm was thunderous. If this palm hit, Nangong Mingliang would definitely not be spared.
"No!" Seeing Dongfang Badao still not letting go of his son, Nangong Wudi suddenly panicked, completely panicked. He is just such a son. If he dies, Nangong Wudi will cut off his incest, and even if he dies in the future
He was too embarrassed to face his ancestors, "Head Xuanfeng, please help me beg for mercy, please help me..."
