Several monks turned around and found a young man standing behind them at some unknown time.
The young man's appearance is not handsome, but his strong facial lines, a pair of sharp eyes, and his tall and straight posture are much better than the rest of them, at least in terms of hardware.
"Who are you and why are you rude to us?"
The fat monk at the head's face immediately darkened.
Yang Mu smiled lightly and said: "I didn't say anything rude to you, I just gave you a reasonable suggestion. Since you are nostalgic for the mortal world, you will break the precept one day sooner or later. Instead of being a flower monk, why not return to society, marry a wife and have children? Is it right?
Isn’t it bad?”
"Shut up! Stop talking nonsense!"
Several monks looked ashamed and annoyed.
"This is a private forbidden area. Tourists are not allowed to trespass. Leave quickly, otherwise the poor monk will be rude!"
The fat monk had an angry look on his face and mistook Yang Mu for a tourist who had wandered in here by mistake.
After all, Qingxia Temple has a great reputation in the ancient martial arts world, and people from the ancient martial arts world who come here have always been extremely polite to their monks from Qingxia Temple.
The weaker clans even tried their best to curry favor with them, but they were not like Yang Mu, who said whatever he wanted, without any respect in his eyes, and clearly did not take them seriously.
Of course, they regarded Yang Mu as a tourist.
Yang Mu said: "Isn't this the place where the founding meeting of the Martial Arts Alliance was held?"
Several monks were stunned.
The fat monk at the head said in surprise: "Are you also here to participate in the founding meeting of the Wulin Alliance?"
Before Yang Mu could answer, not far away, another young man walked quickly towards this side.
This young man is taller than Yang Mu, about 1.85 meters. His body has bulging muscles and he looks much stronger than Yang Mu.
He has a fierce face, and the overall impression is that he has a bad temper and is difficult to provoke, like an aggressive beast in the jungle.
"Who is this young hero?"
The fat monk greeted him.
"Shen Fist Sect, Li Kong!"
The young man stopped and glanced at Yang Mu and several monks with a somewhat condescending look.
"Ah! Are you the young master of the Divine Fist Sect known as the Shaking Fist?"
The fat monk was surprised and his expression became much more polite.
Li Kong nodded haughtily.
"Haha! Sect Master Li of the Shen Fist Sect arrived at Qingxia Temple last night. He told the donor that you would not arrive until this morning. Junior Brother Qingshan, please take Donor Li to the wing arranged for the Shen Fist Sect."
The fat monk looked back at the horse-faced monk behind him.
The horse-faced monk nodded, walked up to Li Kong with a friendly expression, made a gesture, and said with a smile: "Donor Li, please come this way!"
The prestige of Shenquan Sect is actually one level lower than that of Qingxia Temple.
The problem is that they are just ordinary monks from Qingxia Temple, but they are the young masters of Shenquan Sect. There is no comparison between the two sides!
Although there are more than one children of the master of the Shenquan Sect, Li Kong is undoubtedly the most outstanding among them. He has already entered the innate world in his early 20s and has the possibility of becoming a master of ancient martial arts in the future.
This time at the founding meeting of the Wulin Alliance, the leader of the Shenquan Sect only asked this son to come and participate. Anyone who is not a fool would understand that, if nothing unexpected happens, the next leader of the Shenquan Sect will be this young man in front of him.
Facing the future master of the Shen Fist Sect, the few young monks naturally did not dare to offend him.
Li Kong nodded coldly and followed the horse-faced monk.
The fat monk looked at Yang Mu again, as if changing his face, sneered, and stretched out his hand:
"Since you are also here to participate in the Wulin Alliance's founding conference, then take out the invitation and show it to me. I now suspect that you are lying!"
Yang Mu frowned and glanced at Li Kong's back: "Why does he not need an invitation, but I have to show it?"
"Hahaha, what a joke! If you don't see who they are, why do you compare yourself to others -"
The fat monk subconsciously wanted to make a mockery. He remembered something and said patiently, "It's not a problem if you don't want to show the invitation! You have to tell me which sect you belong to, or which ancient martial arts family you are?"
Although the guy in front of him didn't look like an ancient martial artist at all, the fat monk was cautious and worried that his eyesight might be wrong, so he asked a few more questions.
There was no problem when the other party asked about this. Yang Mu didn't mean to cause trouble, so he answered cooperatively:
"I have no sect, nor do I belong to any ancient martial arts family. All my skills are self-taught. As for the invitation, it was given by the Ou family."
The scene fell into brief silence.
Several monks looked at each other, and then they couldn't help laughing.
"Hahaha! Did this guy get the news from somewhere and come here to join in the fun? He has no sect and does not belong to any ancient martial arts family. He is self-taught. What can he learn by self-study?
It’s not even the ninth grade acquired!”
"What he is talking about is the Ou family, a famous sword-making family? Boy, is there something wrong with your brain? You have to go through your brain to make up random things!
Although the strength of the people of the Ou family is not the first level in the ancient martial arts world, as a sword-making family, all the people they have made friends with are first-class strong men.
Those who can get invitations from them must be famous figures in the ancient martial arts world. How can a lowly person like you get an invitation from them!"
"Leave quickly, otherwise you won't be blamed for being rude to us. Do you think that all cats and dogs can participate in this Wulin Alliance founding meeting?"
"Hmph! Not everyone is qualified to enter the territory of Qingxia Temple."
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After deciding in their hearts that Yang Mu was just a guy who came to join in the fun, several people completely lost their scruples.
One of the monks even rolled up his sleeves, hoping that if Yang Mu didn't understand and leave quickly, he would suffer a lot.
Although their status in Qingxia Temple cannot be compared with Li Kong's status in Shenquan Sect, they are not weak in ability to entertain guests here, at least they are ninth-grade acquired ones.
He is considered an ancient warrior who has already started!
In their eyes, it was easy to teach a small character like Yang Mu a lesson.
Li Kong followed the horse-faced monk and had not gone far when he heard the movement behind him and stopped to take a look.
The horse-faced monk also heard the words just now and said with a smile: "It's not uncommon for people to come here and want to join in the fun after getting wind of it.
The motive is very ordinary. It is nothing more than a daydream, hoping to be appreciated by some sects or ancient martial arts families at the founding conference of the Martial Arts Alliance, so as to truly enter the ancient martial arts world!"
Li Kong said calmly: "It is indeed a daydream!"
For example, if you want to join their Shenquan Sect, they have very high requirements for qualifications. It is a big joke to want to join a powerful ancient martial arts sect by joining in the fun and gaining favor.
"There will never be a shortage of people like this in this world who have no self-awareness."
He didn't even bother to take another look at Yang Mu. He followed the horse-faced monk and quickly disappeared into the path.